It's funny how memory works. I had one of those ugly "I need you to remember a bad time in your life cause you're too happy right now" brain flashbacks to third grade when a teacher was being overly mean to me.

"I don't think Jenn is ever going to see another recess until summer!"

Except, my name wasn't Jenn back then. And the memory is me presenting as a girl.

Funny how memory adapts....