Ha. In preschool, they would always call my mother because I was biting other children again. No joke. What can I say, the world was a big playground in my eyes, and if something bit me, I bit back, literally.
When second grade came, my mother had me spend my after school hours over at a Jewish community center because she had to work. It was an awsome building, the entire exterior of the building was covered with multicolored tiles and there was a big hand clock with the numbers written in Hebrew. There was an enormous amount of activities that they would take us to. The highlight of it was this girl who also stayed there after school named Sherie who I would sneak away with and cause mischief with, although there was this stereotypical Jewish kind named David would would always be screaming about how he couldn't find his yarmulka. I would keep kicking him until he stopped. Oif, I was so mean back then.
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