Just a stargazer

When I was about 4 years old, I really gave in to peer pressure one day. This is what I remember of the story.

I was at a childcare center in the fitness club where my mom played raquetball. There were about 4 other girls there my age, and we were playing together. One of them hatched a plot to eat crayons, something we weren’t supposed to do. I’m pretty sure I didn’t really want to do it, but I went along with the plot anyway. The ringleaders approached the crayons and I followed them. We took a few bites. They were disgusting! Ugh! What a ridiculously stupid idea those girls had! By that time, I think we were found out anyway. I got in trouble… In fact, I got called a “troublemaker;” it was a new word that I didn’t understand. I imagined a Toastmaster toaster making something called trouble. I was not a toaster. It wasn’t my idea to eat the crayons anyway, but maybe that incident kept me from the desire to always go along with the group.