Charlotte still felt the sting of the ruler on the back of her hand.

Ms. Rothman. Her third grade teacher. Always hated Charlotte and she never knew why until many years later. How many times did the ruler come down on the back of her hand? Too many.

“No left hand writing in my classroom,” the teacher would snarl as the ruler came down on the young tender knuckles.

She spent the whole year writing like an alien.

Charlotte shook off the memory. She shouldn’t have visited the old school. Brought back too many memories.