I remember going to veteran's pool one afternoon with my friends Emily, Rachel, and Annette. We were probably in 5th grade. There were two boys from our school there that were bugging us. One was named Russell and for some reason he thought I wanted his attention. He was messing around and got a hold of me. He held me under water for 1 second too long and I was furious. When I was able to get my feet under me I stood up and without really thinking I smacked him across the face and said "don't you ever do that to me again!" I whipped myself around to walk away and saw my friends all together watching this with their jaws dropped. They all started to laugh and I did too when I realized what I had just done. That darn Russel never touched me again, I'll tell you. Not with the evil eye I always gave him whenever I saw him.
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