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.
@Dainbramadge Lol. Mine was only slightly better. Our school had class room structures not connected to the school for some reason and in the fifth grade me and a classmate would hangout in-between them at recess and one day she dared me to kiss her (it was a peck) but kids talk and some how that peck turned into we were French kissing and I got her pregnant. Jk. About the pregnancy.