When I was a child my parents wanted to improve my social skills by sending me to a Kibbutz. Kibbutzes at the time were strict communes, where everyone was equal.

Those people really hated me. To this very day I didn't understand why they wouldn't let me hang a simple unevenly stitched ornament on the wall next to my bed in the children dorms - one that was not purchased by money, but made in a school crafts class.

It wasn't just the ornament. They didn't approve of my eating Kosher (at the time I was a believer) and tried to trick me into eating ham. They didn't approve of the fact that I was friends with one particular boy in the class. "You should be friends with everybody.

This little article puts all this into a different perspective now.