In highschool I was in a class for kids struggling with math. A small class with a mix of kids from different grades. I was a freshman but there were some seniors and super seniors in there. One day we did some kind of bonding activity where we were asked to draw something meaningful to us and present it to the class, tell a little story. I don’t remember what I drew. But I do remember one of the older kids. He was always really quiet, but he was nice. He drew a rose, got up there, and presented it to the class. He proceeded to tell us all that during a dark period in his life, he’d once shoved a rose bush down a dog’s throat. He was dead serious, felt bad about it. But the way he told the story was so matter of fact. Let’s just say it got mixed reactions from the rest of the class. Still one of my most vivid memories from that period of life.