I’ve been in AISA since fifth grade, a year crammed with thousands of pranks and laughs. Some included having my shoelaces tied to my desk while reading books, falling off chairs regularly, and managing to bring donuts to every class field trip. It was the best school year of my life. Every day in fifth grade exploded with great action. But this day stood out. We were attacked. Now before I start the story, let me introduce to you how I found this in my time capsule-filled mind. This summer, I strolled the beautiful, busy streets of Nice, France. As my legs began to ache, I stopped at a French restaurant to fulfill my growing appetite. The food, ‘Ratatouille’, popped up to my eyes from the menu, and the waiter instantly informed me that it was a traditional French dish invented in Nice. The name of the food, like the animation movie, reminded me very much of a rat. As I waited impatiently for my order to come, rats filled my mind, and felt a bit nostalgic. ‘Rats that reminds me of those fifth grade days in AISA’ I thought to myself. I began to go into a deep daydream, getting lost in my thoughts, the memories of the greatest days of my elementary life coming to me like ants rushing to cookie crumbs. One thrilling day, years ago, I was sauntering to my red fifth grade classroom door with my best friend, Jade. My face was as red as a tomato, and sweat streamed down constantly like a leaking faucet. I had just come back from another football filled recess, sprinting around with annoying boys under the burning sun, trying hard to score goals. Like our everyday classroom procedure, Jade and I waited outside the colorful class door for our teacher, Mrs. Godley, to allow us into the room. As we waited, our teasing friend, Jamal, passed by us and pointed at the ground near my bright green football shoes. “There’s a rat near your foot,” calmly stated the mocking Jamal. “Yeah right,” I said back. I knew he was only saying th