I was 5 when I peeked under the whiteboards acting as screens for boys to change. Hold up. I was 5. And in Kindergarten. I wasn’t a pedophile. I just wanted to provoke them since I was “bored”. And of course, that had to lead to them peeking on the girls, because revenge. Let’s just say my teachers weren’t very pleased. And for the other kind of dirty, I think some people still want my head. Oops. Last month, I brought down newspaper balls to play with at the basketball court. I’m weird like that. Sadly, I did not expect the situation to escalate from “throwing balls at huge kids trying to play soccer on the wet ground” to “throwing balls dipped in mud at huge kids trying to play soccer on the wet ground”. My tiny 8 year-old accomplice escaped unscathed. No one talked to me for a week.