oooohhh! a giveaway! I love giveaways!! ok, ill enter--- I've followed you on bloglovin', and now, for the nostalgic childhood story--oh, haha! I can't believe I thought of THAT one. Okay, here goes:
I went to a weird elementary school-- while both boys and girls attended the same school, there were separate classes for boys and girls starting in pre-1st grade. So I was 6 years old at the time, in pre-1st. I don't know why I did this, because I really am not the type, but that day was the day I decided to bring my entire barbie/costume jewelry collection to school. I really don't know why I did it. I think it made me popular for a day. Anyway, for some reason, all the little 6 year old girls in my class were quite entranced by the barbies and stuff that I brought to school, so at recess, we decided to play with them. The only problem was, where would we play with them where the boys wouldn't see? Because if they saw us playing with barbies, boy would they make fun of us. Suddenly, someone smart--(i really hope it wasnt me)--came up with the brilliant idea to sit under a staircase leading into a classroom. The problem was, that was the pre-1st boys' classroom. But we decided that because we were sitting under the staircase, no one could see us. Obviously. so we started pulling out all the guns, enwrapping ourselves with jewelry, and altogether abusing my barbies. after about 10 minutes of peaceful yet tentative barbie bliss, there was a sudden yell from behind me, and all the girls around me started shrieking, quickly gathering up my stuff and getting ready to leap away. I slowly turned around. Behind me stood That Guy. The guy that was later to become almost every girl's crush at some point during her middle school career. Lets call him Adam for the sake of things. Adam was staring cockily through the bars of the metal staircase, twisting his face like a monkey, and--the nerve--sticking out his rude little tongue. I whipped my head back to see what my friends had to say about this, but all that greeted me was some empty air, and a few of my bracelets strewn hastily in the corner. I knew then that I had two options: I could either run like a coward all the way to my friends, with Adam's mockery echoing behind me, or I could take a deep breath, stay where I was, and show Adam that his little antics didn't get to me. I chose the latter. I then took a deep breath, calmly shrugged my shoulders, and started to slowly pick up the remainder of my jewelry, my back turned calculatingly away from Adam. After a few seconds, Adam could see that he wasn't getting through to me, so after a few more attempts at tongue lolling, he simply kicked the edge of the staircase and ran off. It was at that moment when I realized what pride tasted like.

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