Charles Harper Webb guest wrote for Psychology Today!

My first memory of kindergarten is when I’d made an airplane by crossing two thin cylinders of modeling clay. As I “flew” my plane around the room, a bigger boy with a much sturdier airplane rushed up and slammed his into mine, smashing mine into a blob. He then raced away, laughing as I wailed. If he’d enjoyed smashing my plane, he enjoyed my distress more.