02-24-2008, 08:01 PM
Back in first grade, we had just came in from recess or something but I had to go to the bathroom, like really bad. I raised my hand but the teacher walked out of the room. Well, being in first grade, I actually peed on myself. I don't think anybody remembers but I am still embarassed by that to this day.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.