The last time I wrote about myself, it was about a memory from preschool. For this one, I'm going to keep the preschool theme going and tell another story from those days. This one, though, is the story of why I don't like peanut butter. Weird, right? Okay, so the story starts in preschool, obviously. It was St. Patrick's Day, and I had arrived at my preschool. There were the typical morning activities--circle time, free play, etc. But, since it was St. Patrick's Day, we were also having a leprechaun hunt because that's the type of stuff four/five year olds enjoy. So, we went out to the playground to search for the leprechauns. There were little clues all over, so my classmates and I were running all around the yard looking for this leprechaun. As planned, my teacher called us in for lunch before we could find the leprechaun. We stood in line at the sink and waited our turn to wash our hands. Next, we carried our lunchboxes to the little lunchroom. My mom...