27. A story from my childhood.

02/12/2021, 21:09 - 21:23.

    I can vividly remember this one day in preschool where our teacher gave us a sheet of paper with a “tree” on it. The tree was actually composed of a rectangle as the trunk and an octagon as the branches and leaves, and it sat on the left side of the sheet, on a grid. To the right there was a blank grid, and our teacher asked us to copy that same tree on the right side.

    The thing is that, since she had said the word “tree”, everyone started drawing just a random tree of similar proportions. I stared at my classmates in dismay, that was not the same drawing! I followed the grid, making sure that my lines were as straight as possible, and copied that octagon on top of a vertical rectangle on the right. I was about to hand it over, but then I got scared. No one else had copied the exact same thing, was I wrong? After all, the majority is always right… right? I sat there for some minutes, scared to be wrong.

    Finally, I decided to hand it over. My teacher’s desk was covered in poorly drawn trees, and she looked exhausted. When she saw my drawing she looked like she was going to cry. She hugged me, told everyone that I had been the only one to do what she’d asked of us, and then gave me a kinder egg. That was nice.