When I was in kindergarten, I had an amazing (and gorgeous, thanks to my awesome long-term recollection) teacher named Ms. Stranger. She was replaced by a terrible bitch of a woman named Ms. Arnold, who came with a personal sidekick Teaching Assistant. They handled 5-6 year olds with, I kid you not, an iron fist. They stifled creativity, restricted playtime to near-to-nothing, and even removed whole toys from the classroom so as they would not be used anymore (my school had kindergarten classes especially designed for play and creativity). One time, when we were told to draw our families and pets, I decided to colour my dad's hair blue because it was my favourite colour and, by extension, my way of declaring my adoration for my father. The teacher saw this and we had this exchange: Bitch: "Does your father have blue hair?" Me: "No... but, blue is my--" Bitch: "Then it's wrong. *takes picture and crumples it up*" My GOD, that stuck with me so harshly and it fucking ruined a lot of my creativity for many, many years. I didn't stray outside of the lines of any norms for a long, long time. So, what are your stories?