When I was in first or second grade, a girl named Grace Cummings wanted to be my friend.
Back then, around Easter time, taxidermied ducklings were dyed pink and blue, stapled to a piece of cardboard, and sold at the ten cent store.
But I wanted a real duck, not a taxidermied duck. Grace said she had one at home and was going to give it to me.
Every day I'd ask her, before class started, "Did you bring the duck today?"
"No, I forgot. I'll bring it tomorrow."
This went on for weeks, maybe months. That duck would have fed a family of five by the time I realized Grace was never going to give me the promised duck.
Scarred me for life.