In third grade the boys were always making fun of this one girl, her name was Daniel. They attacked her for her long red hair and glasses. She had red hair but she wasn't a ginger fortunately. To tell you the truth, I thought she was cute. I was only 9 or 10 at the time but I sometimes had fantasies about her where we were just sitting in a bed with crimson silk bedsheets and curtains while holding each other and kissing. But I gave into peer pressure and joined in on the mockery. Sometimes she even cried.
I should have been nice to her.
Oh wait, we were talking about boxes right? I usually throw out boxes for everything except electronics.