When I was in kindergarten, every kid had their name on the wall with a hook and a happy face hanging from it. If you misbehaved, your happy face got downgraded to a “neutral face”, and if you did it again, a sad face.
I was a good kid, so my face was always happy. One day, the class was acting up in general (the details are lost to time) and so the teacher gave us all neutral faces. I hadn’t done anything wrong, and was very upset by this.
It occurred to me today that while I’ve learned to be less sensitive (usually by distancing myself when necessary), at heart it still bothers me when this happens.