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So, a few years ago, my class well, not class, during school hours, me and a group of students aged five to seventeen and a teacher went to a nearby park. On the way, three third/fourth graders were beating this boy up with his own hat, and he asked me to shield him, so I did (I was insanely tall, five foot two at the age of ten). So, I’m saying three four and a half foot tall third and fourth graders were hitting me with a hat (it didn’t hurt at all, I was used to my six year old sister hitting me for (usually) no reason). The thing that I actually wanted to share was something one of them called me. It went along the lines of, “It’s like they’re a demon. A very tall demon.” I was holding back laughter, and then a thought came across me. It was pretty much, Am I actually a demon, or am I human? The usual.