This reminds me of that time I was invited to a Young Writers Conference at Cornell when I was in first grade. I was the only kid from my whole school that was going, and I wasn’t exactly delighted by that. Nobody told me to bring a sack lunch, so when the noon hour came and all the kids whipped out their ham-and-cheeses and Fruit by the Foots, I started to cry. Some presidential-type administrator walked me to her office, leaving me in a mammoth Naugahyde chair while she retreated to find me food. I never did get a lunch. In fact, I’m pretty sure she forgot about me, because I seem to have blacked out everything after that moment.

There may be some unresolved issues here.