We name the guilty man!

This is me, innocent, sweet, well-dressed me, in the first grade. I faintly remember wearing white tights with some kind of a pink, maybe floral pattern. No doubt I was wearing my favorite white and black saddle shoes. Those were practically the only shoes I wore until the third grade; because my mom taught me, early on, that white and black pretty much go with everything. 

I was sitting in Ms. Lindsey’s classroom, on the floor, with the rest of my classmates, while the teacher was reading a book. I remember we were all, about twenty of us, sitting on this darker colored carpet, with squares of different darker colors. Blues, greens, purples. Anyhow, here we all are, sitting and silent. All enchanted with the book Ms. Lindsey was reading, me especially. Suddenly an unladylike noise crept from underneath me. It was terrible how lovely a scene was spoiled with such an unpleasant noise, accompanied by a unpleasant smell. The noise was loud enough for everyone to hear. 

Luckily I was sitting next to the smelliest, grossest kid in my class, Cody. He was constantly doing disgusting things like picking his nose and eating paste. He was that kid. So instinctively I looked at him with an accusing eye, trying to make him my scape goat. Mind you, all of this is happening in the first grade world, on the rug, and the teacher never took her eyes off the book to stop reading. Unfortunately my glare at Cody didn’t work. After I took my eyes off him, I looked around to make sure that everyone’s eyes were focused on the habitually nasty kid, not the well dressed little lady that I was. Of course my plan didn’t work as I see that everyone is still looking straight at me. Innocent, sweet, completely embarrassed me.