Memorable Incident Essay:
A glistening bob of golden curls slid down a curvaceous yellow slide, fits of giggles erupting from the fat, pink lips on the beaming child�s face.
�I am Gloria and I am glorious!� she screams as she lands on the tanbark. Her words are neither boast nor sarcasm- just fact instilled in her by parents eager to raise the perfect child.
In the adjoining parking lot, a silver Infiniti pulled in slowly. The driver was an average woman with curled brown hair and long, clumpy eyelashes. Gloria saw her, and ran in the awkward fashion unique to kindergarteners, towards the Infiniti. She leaped into the car and buckled the seatbelt of the car seat, eager to return home. The driver obviously had other plans.
�How was your day today?� the woman asked, turning around in her seat, �Did you learn anything new?�
Of course, Gloria, a curious student, had learned many new things. Everyday in kindergarten was a new adventure. But she wanted to share something special with her Mommy. Her conversation with Katie earlier than day sparked an idea in her head.
�Mommy,� Gloria began, �I know what men want.� Her voice was dripping with the tone of a little girl who knew something that no one else knew. The woman smiled, thinking her daughter would say something silly- like candy, or beauty or something along those lines. What else would a 5 year old say, especially one as innocent as Gloria with her curled blonde hair and striking blue eyes?
�What�s that?� Her mother asked, only a bit curious at her daughter�s new knowledge.
�Sex. All men want is sex.� Gloria stated. She was so calm and collected that one might mistake her for the author of a Burning Questions column. As she spoke, a soft smile played on her lips.
�Is that so?� the woman asked, turning back in her seat. Facing the steering wheel, she nervously contemplated what to do next. The stench of her daughter�s cherry flavored chap stick seemed to pound in her head as she worried for Gloria. In the seat behind her sat a little 5 year old girl, with big, innocent blue eyes and golden, fairy-tale curls, buckled into her car seat, watching the world go by. How did that cherry Bonne Belle smell so strongly? It just wasn�t normal. Her mind returned to the girl. Obviously Gloria was not as innocent as her mother perceived- after all, she knew what sex was. The woman found herself confronted by a situation which she wasn�t expecting for at least a few more years. She attempted to stall the lecture she was sure she would have to deliver. God, that stupid cherry stench!
�So�.� She stammered, unsure what to say, �Men like sex? Hmmm�.what exactly is sex anyways?� The woman was terrified that Gloria would sense her mother�s fear�.. But a kindergartener should not know what sex was. Kindergarteners were supposed to wear cherry Bonne Belle and skip around on the playground- not talk about sex like thirty year old women who spent her days gossiping with her friends about her pathetic, non-existent sex life.
Gloria stared up at her mother. Panic rested in the woman�s eyes as she awaited her daughter�s loss of innocence. The sound of her clicking fingernails, her nervous habit, rang in her ears. She grabbed her fingers in an obvious, crude attempt to silence them.
�I don�t know.� Gloria shrugged, throwing her hands up innocently as if to say, does it really matter? After all, I�m only 5. �But I know- men want it!� And she flashed her mother the biggest smile she had shared in a long time. �Hey, Mommy- did you see me on the slide? Wait on a second, I�ll do it again!�
The girl scrambled out of the car and ran up the slide�s stairway. Once again, the golden bob of curls flew down the curved, sunny slide.
�I am Gloria, and I am glorious!!� She screamed, even louder than before, as her- feet landed on the pavement. Her mother smiled and thought to herself, if only she knew.

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