There are moments in our lives that, for better or worse, stand out among all the others. These may define us for a while or forever. Oh, I don't suggest that these moments stand alone. More likely, they stand with a few others, a tight little clique that looks smugly down their collective noses at the countless vague memories that have faded into inconsequential oblivion. One of my earliest "moments" came in the second grade. I was a pretty shy little girl for whatever reason, but on this particular sunny second-grade afternoon, my desire not to be noticed overran whatever amount of common sense an eight year old girl might reasonably be expected to possess.