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When I was a little boy, I was scared to death of trolls. I think my fear came from fairy tales that had those mean little troublemakers who lived under bridges and threatened to harm anyone who tried to cross without paying a hefty toll.
When my now-33-year-old son was in kindergarten, my work schedule allowed me to spend Monday mornings in his classroom, helping with everything from reading to writing to finger painting.
Not long ago I received an e-mail ripping The Bee for, in the writer's view, "an extreme right-wing propaganda approach that is utterly irresponsible."