On my way back from a church lay leadership training session today, I stumbled upon the place where I spent first grade: P.S. 81 in The Bronx's Riverdale section. I had forgotten what street it was on, but when we came upon the block, my memory started piecing it all together. I was about 80% sure that it was it. Then sure enough, we saw the numbers 8-1 engraved above the front entrance. P.S. 81. This is where I first got taunted for talking to a girl. We were at recess, and Ricky was making fun of me for walking with a curly redhead in the garden. I promptly shoved him to the ground. Ricky, if you're out there: no hard feelings. We were six.