I balanced lunchbox, lid, sandwich, banana and drink bottle on my knee, daydreaming. Suddenly, a teacher boomed before me. ‘You threw that peel on the ground!’
I looked down at my banana peel on the ground. ‘No, it must have dropped,’ I told him.
‘I saw you throw it,’ he insisted, and meted my punishment.
Years later his face on the front of our local newspaper. Sad passing, it read. A local hero.
I tore it to shreds and burnt it in my fireplace.