At the age of ten, I invented Communism. The epiphany struck me as my blue eyes scanned the clouds, desperately searching for answers to the burdening questions buzzing in my mind. Unlike most other kids who played soccer or chatted in circles on the blacktop, my recess days were spent sitting cross-legged on the grass, deep in fifth grade thought. And at last! The thinking was a smashing success! My mind finally produced the magnificent truth that would liberate the world from imperfection! I sprang to my feet, quick to share my discovery with my best friend. He would surely appreciate my amazing idea and become my trusty accomplice in bringing the world salvation.
“Ross! Ross!” I screamed. “I did it! I solved all of the world’s problems!” My friend stared at me, puzzled. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We get rid of money. Everyone get’s the same food and stuff. Then no one will be hungry or angry at each other. Isn’t it perfect?!”
Ross rolled his eyes at me. “You’re so stupid, Collin. That’s Communism. Communism is bad; it’s the reason for a bunch of wars.”
I crossed my arms and walked away in a huff.