When I was in third grade, there were two kids in my class who liked to try and see what kind of underwear the other children were wearing. They would pull out the back of the pants of whatever kid was sitting or standing in front of them.
Unfortunately, I sat in their row in gym class and had to deal with their crap all the time. In the past I had flashed dirty looks at the girl who had sneaked a peek while we were standing in line.
And then came the day that I will never forget. We were sitting in gym class. I was wearing a pair of red sweatpants. It was a Monday. Time to rotate spots in line-and I was the row leader! Yea!
I proudly bounced up from my newly procured spot, trying to decide which stretch I would pick for the class to do. Windmills?! Or maybe jumping jacks!
Before I could even realize what was happening, my red sweatpants were around my ankles and the whole class was laughing at me. I heard the most popular girl in the third grade giggle, "She has teddy bears on her underwear!"
When I got home, I threw away those godforsaken teddy bear underwear. And the pairs with little yellow ducks, pink butterflies, purple flowers, even polka dots. "Never again," I vowed. "I will wear plain white underwear for the rest of my life."
And I did for the next 5 years.
Today I consider myself fully recovered. These days, I've taken a turn the other way around. If I had sufficient income I would wear a new pair of colorful underoos every day.
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