why is it that the evil things we do as kids (when we're supposed to be learning the ropes of the whole morality thing) cut us so deeply as adults? This piece revisits a real moment in the author's life, in a first grade classroom, valentines day, 1955, and the aftermath of that brutal ceremony known as trading valentine cards. The writing is dramatic, the read very close-to-the-mic, which fits the intimate, confessional tone. This is an honest, engaging piece that does a lot in 2 minutes. I would love to hear stations play this kind of edgy, memorable material around valentines day.