My teacher had a crush on me

On the importance of finding words

When I was six years old, my first grade teacher had a crush on me. I was absolutely certain of it. He was tall and handsome, paid very close attention to me, and I seemed to be his favorite student. The guilt ate me alive. He loved me. He loved me, and I was ruining his marriage. I was only six years old. I was a very, very bad girl.

Of course, this was…