I must've been in preschool.  There was a girl in class whose name I'll change (to protect the innocent) to Mary.  Mary had the chicken pox, and when she came back to class, she had to go to the bathroom a lot.  I was sitting next to this other girl, and I remember her whispering to me and giggling "Mary has to pee again!" or something like that.  Then this other girl asked me where Mary was, and I said "In the bathroom again."  Whether I said it meanly or not, I don't remember, but I do remember the strong sense of righteous indignation I felt when the teacher took me and the other two girls aside, one by one, to explain to us that we shouldn't make fun of Mary, because she was sick, and it was wrong.  

Probably in my anger.  When I get angry, I usually cry and have to take a lot of time to sort out how I'm feeling and why I'm feeling it, and if anything can be done about it.  I misunderstand my own anger, usually chalking it up to guilt or something I did wrong--but I'm getting better at owning it and understanding it's a part of my right and my life.  Because I don't get angry very often, and with some people, not at all, when I finally do, people have no clue what to do with it, and neither do I.  It leaves the situation with misunderstandings, and usually me feeling less validated and more hurt than before.  So hence, the fear of getting angry, because it never seems to work for me.

Well, I dunno about a full-on epiphany, but definitely a reminder that the universe works in mysterious, wonderful ways...I was shopping at a bookstore yesterday, and found a book I really wanted to get.  It was part of a buy one get the 2nd half-off deal.  After about an hour of looking through the other books to choose from, finding none that 'clicked,' I started to feel frustrated with my own urge to bargain hunt and thought, "I really just want this expensive book that I want to be on sale (sigh)."  Then I hear a loud THUD.  A book had fallen off the shelf behind me, very very loudly it seemed, but no one else, even a lady walking by, paid any attention.  I picked it up and looked at it and thought "Ooh, don't want this one."  So I look to put it back, high up on this shelf where I hadn't looked before, and right next to it was the same book I wanted to get, except with a 20% off sticker on it.  It appeared that this book was under 2 different promotions, but I wouldn't have noticed if the book hadn't fallen.  Things like that always make me smile and think of the synchronicity and flow and wonder of it all. :)