It was third grade. My class was seated on the carpet in the darkened library watching an episode of "Reading Rainbow." We had just finished eating lunch and were relaxing during the beloved show when it happened. Carrie cut the cheese. I was sitting in the middle of my group of fellow classmates, as one by one they yelled, "Ewww," "Gross" and other things of that nature. Like the parting of the Red Sea, the circle of students scooted away from me, as I continued to sit in the middle like a bullseye target. Putting my head in between my knees, I could hear the "Take a Look, It's In a Book" theme song in the background. I hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did, all the same.