We’ve all done it . . . called our little brother or sister a horrible name. Chanted evil spells at the mean kid in the hallway (in your head, of course). Maybe you were brave (or stupid) one day and actually said it out loud as your teacher passed by with another assignment in her hand.

Or, maybe you’ve never called anyone a mean name, but you know what it feels like to be called a “stupid face.”

Billy Collins wrote a great poem about this name-calling phenomenon. Read it: “Child Development.”

What memories does this poem bring up? Write for 8 minutes without stopping.