I just had this memory of my childhood. A reporter from the local paper came to our fourth grade classroom to report on some school event. He took my picture, and said it'd be in the paper. I was thrilled. At home, that very day, I sat at the dining room table, paging through The New York Times. An older sibling walked through the room, and, seeing me looking through a newspaper, asked me what I was doing. I explained my picture was going to be in the paper. He responded "Not that paper!" I watched them leave the room. A moment passed. I continued looking.