I couldn't vote in the pole because nothing was even close to the actual event or reaction I had.
It was in third grade.
It was in front of the entire class.
This red-haired girl with pigtails and coke bottle glasses put me in a headlock and planted one on me. It was not fun and I could not get away from her.
The teacher finally came and broke us up and told her she couldn't do things like that.
I remember very vividly the teacher was laughing almost hysterically.