I loved to do daredevil-ish things in seventh grade because, who didn't think they were cool in seventh grade? So, I was dared to do a cartwheel and end in the splits. Of course, being the dummy I am, I did it. It actually wasn't half bad. What i didnt realise was that I had ripped my pants in the process, and when i got up, you could see half of my thigh poking out of my high-waisted pants. Everyone laughed at me, and because I'm not the type to cry or get red-faced, I laughed it off too. I had to call my mom to bring me some pants.
