Hey, I'm sorry for the late post, school happened. I was not smart enough (or too lazy, you'll never know) to write and schedule posts. Anyway, the second time I can remember an instance of bullying is in 2nd grade; 1st grade is terribly fuzzy. My teacher had a station on the right wall; each student had a pocket with 3 cards: green, yellow, red. One day, we were doing an experiment, mixing water with either glue or oil. A boy decided to have some fun and dip a girl's ponytail in the glue/water mixture. He and his group had a great laugh, but when they all had their red cards pulled, they started crying. Most of my memories are like this one: kids being kids and not thinking. There's a quote by Ezra Taft Benson, "Thoughts lead to actions, actions lead to habits, habits lead to character, and character defines destiny." You might think that one prank doesn't matter, but somewhere along the line it could have dire consequences.