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— When I Was a Kid —When I was 8 we got new neighbors and they had a daughter my age. She soon started getting bossy and trying to but into everything I did. One day she got on my go cart and wouldn't get off. She was demanding for me to start it and some other neighbor kids were watching. So I decided to put her in her place and drag her off it. I managed to pull her out into the yard but ripped her shorts doing it.
She grabbed me and took me down. I was surprised how strong she was. Much stronger than me. She really kicked my butt! Punching and scratching me, and rubbing my face in the grass. I couldn't get away from her.
Then she started shredding my clothes. Tearing my shirt to pieces and ripping my shorts off! I was left wearing my shoes, socks, some rags from my shirt, and tighty whities. #4262 — Comments (14) — 1/11/2009 at 10:08 PM — That's Juicy! (2) — That's Lame. (1)
The next day after school I went to see my neighbor and his sister was waiting on me in the front yard. She said that he was now grounded and her friends thought her brother was a little freak. She laughed and said it was a good joke on him and her. I laughed too. Then she said if you think that was funny this will be hilarious. She grabbed me and her friends came running from around the side of the house. They all started tickling me, got me down on the ground and stripped me! I was down to my t shirt and tighty whities. They chased me around the yard pointing and laughing at me. I tried to run home but they wouldn't let me get away. My neighbor was watching from a window laughing. Finally they took my shoes and clothes and went inside, leaving me to walk home past several other houses. I was very embarrassed. When I got home my mom was watching tv so I managed to sneak into the laundry room and get some pants.
True or not I love all these stories. Boys being bested and embarrassed by girls is awesome!
I didn't talk to my neighbor for quite a while after that until my parents asked me why we had stopped talking. After it was all explained to them, my parents thought it might do me good to wear a girl's uniform to school for a couple of days. Or I could apologize, which I did. She had to apologize too which somehow made it all a little better. Still, I think I got the short end of the stick.