I was chatting with Grandma today and she told me that her 60th high school reunion was this past weekend. They all went out to dinner and one of the activities was to tell your most vivid/favorite high school memory. So, I asked my Gma what hers was and this was it:
There was this boy bugging me. So, I threw his books out the window. When the teacher asked me why I did that, I told her, "He kept on and kept on pushing my books off my desk. I told him that if he pushed my books off my desk one more time, I'd throw his books out the window. Well, he did it again."
Cheers to that!
Dancing at my wedding.