Confession #2363:When I was in kindergarten, I painted a picture of a heart for valentine's day for my mom. I thought it was so pretty, I worked very hard on it. When I got off the bus on the way home, the wind whipped it out of my hand and into the snow in front of the bus. I had been taught never to run out in front of the bus, that you should hold your hand up to tell the driver to stop. She thought I was waving. The painting blew far down the street, getting wet and muddy in the snow, before the bus driver figured out what was happening, and my mom came out and got it. My painting was ruined, and I was so upset about it I couldn't even look at it.
My confession is that I'm still upset about this.
