When I was in second grade, we did a massive art/research project.
Each student was assigned a president. We had to do research and then design a 4x4 square that represented that president. We then copies our designs (using special fabric crayons) onto a piece of white cotton and someone sewed them together into a presidential quilt.
I got lucky. I was assigned Jimmy Carter...the peanut farmer. No research required.
My luck ran out when I was coloring my peanut, though.
First, it ended up looking like a potato because my art skills are sadly lacking now and were even worse back then.
Second of all, I broke the brown crayon.
I quickly finished my peanut, put the crayon back in the box and tried my best to look un-guilty.
My teacher discovered the crime soon enough and started asking each of us who'd used brown if we knew who'd broken it.
I lied big and bad. To a TEACHER. (Am I going to Hell for that?)
I'm sure she saw through me because I'm a lousy liar now and was even worse as a kid. She pretended to believe me though.
Anyway, it's been thirty years and I doubt Mrs. Blaney is even around anymore. And if she is, I seriously doubt she's combing the internet hoping to find an apology from a former wayward 8 year old student.
Mrs. Blaney wherever you are, I'm sorry I broke your crayon. And I'm even sorrier I lied about it.