"This is an old page from the diary of my mind; so old it begins to crumble every time I touch it.
It was my fifth year in school. I was in charge of law and order in my class when the teacher was away -- a nine-year-old policeman with the title of class leader, a wooden ruler my main law enforcement equipment.
I must admit no one was actually afraid of me. But they were of my ruler. With it in hand, the law and order always remained under control......."