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The very first day I was angry

Many of you are probably wondering why I am a little abrasive at times; well I’m here to tell you the story of when I first got angry.
I don’t remember much of the story because I was a little too young, but I think I was somewhere around 3-4 years old.
My mother and father recently split so while my mom was at work I had to go to day care. Being that I was an old brother I went with my newly born brother. He was a baby at the time so I couldn’t really play with him, and there were a few other kids there to play with but they were just slobbering jerks.
I remember getting a toy plane as a present from someone. And I don’t know about you, but most kids when they are young remember their first toy. They literally bring it everywhere with them. Much was the case with this plane.
I’m not sure what kind of plane it was but it was metal. Maybe a spitfire or some WWII type propeller driven machine. I loved that toy. It had some weight to it, and it was well made.
At some point the other children …