From noone ‘til nyght

I think that I must have been in 5^th or 6^th grade.  I had some kind of homework involving writing.  I was excited to do the work—I felt like I had something to say with this assignment and I was anxious to say it.  I was only a few sentences in, when I went to spell “no one,” which I wrote down as “noone.”  That clearly didn’t look right, except as the opening hour of Ye Olde Shoppe, or something like that.  But I couldn’t believe that it would be separated into two words.  I stared at the word for a long time, paralyzed, until it was bedtime and I had to leave it unfinished.