When I was in second or third grade, we had to write a story that had to do with threes. Our examples were The Three Little Pigs and The Three Bears, but we could write whatever we wanted. It just had to involve three of something.
My favorite animal was white tigers (still is, actually). I decided, I was going to write about The Three Tigers (Snowy, Snowball, and Snowflake. Shut up. I was like 8. I had a stray-adopted cat named Tiger and a house cat named Tigeress, names were not my strong suit.) They lived on an island and sort of ruled it, like Simba ruled The Pride Lands in The Lion King. (...Favorite movie since I was 2.)
Well, thanks to my mom buying the non-fiction informational books about various large cats, I knew what poachers were and I thought they were some of the worst people in the world. I decided that since I was writing about tigers, the only logical bad guys would have to be poachers.
The story went, that the poachers were tearing apart the island and hunting all of the animals. If they weren't in hiding, then they were hunted, so all the animals were hiding in the trees, the caves, and the water. Even the fish were avoiding the area. The tigers decided that something must be done about it, so they had a meeting together.
They decided that the only way to get rid of the poachers was to scare them to their boats. Being three, angry tigers, they thought it would be simple enough. Then, from there, they could ask their underwater friends (I think I specifically said sharks, but I can't remember) to scare their boats all the way back across the ocean.
One of the tigers, however, was concerned. It said, "What if it doesn't work? What if they come back?"
Another tiger replied, "Well, there's always the volcano."
I'm pretty sure that I ended it with the poachers never returning to the island and all of the animals living happily ever after or something. I was 8. That's how all stories end for an 8 year old.
But let me get this straight- I was in grade school, openly discussing how poachers were such a huge problem, that they should be scared into a mother fucking volcano.
I specifically remember wondering if my teacher and my mom were going to think that my story meant that I was bad, evil, or crazy. After I turned it in, I waited for like two months to see if I was going to get in trouble for having such a violent suggestion in my story. It never happened.
I don't know if it's worse that I wondered if I would be in trouble or if it's worse that nobody questioned why an 8 year old was writing about potentially throwing people into a volcano. I asked my mom why she was never concerned that I might grow up to be a psychopath and she just laughed.