I Remember the Instance When...

I tried to cut the tag off my Tonka truck sweatshirt, that went with the matching sweatpants, and cut a hole in the back of the shirt, near the collar. My mother, IIRC, either reprimanded me so harshly, or became so perturbed due to this, herself, that I suffered from severe remorse and began to lapse into depression at the tender age of 5, or 6. Strange people living strange sorts of lives.