Everybody Got Wet
It was the first sort-of-warm day in the spring and we were all down by the creek.
Eighth grade was flying by, and the hormones, they were a-changing. A big squirt-gun fight, boys against the girls, with the girls using their secret weapon- plastic squeeze lemons filled with stinky cologne. Andy's new windbreaker got a direct hit, we going to retaliate with massed ranks when the girls brought out their SUPER SECRET weapon- the Ninth Grade boys. I was tossed in the creek, and all the rules of combat went out the window. Everybody got wet, and that was that.
Andy never did get the stink out of his windbreaker, though.