Childhood memories...

Did I ever tell you guys about "Temper Tantrum Frank"? No? Well here's a story. I was but a wee little lad in the 2nd grade. There was this kid named Frank. Let's just say when Frank didn't like something he let everyone know. Yeah, I think that's the nicest way to put it. Seriously though, when Frank would go off everything would shut the fuck down. Anyways.. that year there were these things that we all liked playing with called Kinex. They were like these little sticks and gear looking things that you could build stuff with. So there I was, no shit, 7 years old or something me and my friend building some damn little swing set we all built. Meanwhile a ticking time bomb was about to go off. Let me just say that all these events are true more or less, but there is a built in element of fiction just so you people don't get too bored with my rambling. So I think it was some deal the teacher had worked out like if you finish your math problems, you could go play with the Kinex. Yeah.. we'll go with that. So anyway I'm adding and subtracting my little ass off so I could get down on the floor and play with my friends. So I finish my work and I'm off to building my little swing set. Soon my friends join me. Little did I know, however, that double digits were a bit too much for Frankie's tiny brain. Ole Frank was having a little trouble subtracting 7 from 11, and tensions would soon boil over. There I was, building my little fucking swing set when Frank's face started to turn as red as a tomato. Chernobyl 2.0 incoming.. in 3... 2... 1... Soon the classroom was filled with nothing but the sounds of rage, pain, and frustration. A desk was flipped on it's bottom and papers went flying. Temper Tantrum Frank had struck again. Imagine if you will an old teacher and a young teacher aide trying to calm this inconsolable child who is now on the floor attempting to rip his own face off and screaming bloody murder. At one point I saw steam rise from his head. The entire class shut down and in that moment we all found God. We laughed and some cried. Some began to throw tantrums of their own. Ole Temper Tantrum Frank was hauled off to the office, restrained, a teacher on each limb. We never saw him again after that year, but legend has it he appears from time to time at college protests. One thing's for certain. I'll never forget that old bastard Temper Tantrum Frank.