I will tell mine. Because I still have nothing to do, here.
Okay. It was summer and I was about 15, at my father's condo in Dallas. There was a pool in the middle of all the condos, and when I went out there one day there were two teenage boys hanging out there from another condo.
What a gold mine for yours truly, over here.
All afternoon, I posed on my lawn chair, lying on my back, then flipping to my stomach, making sure I got evenly tan. Sometimes I'd saunter to the pool and dangle my feet in, talking to them over my shoulder in my coy way.
Finally it was too dang hot, so I said, "I'd better go in! *giggle!* See you guys later!"
I slowly made my way into my dad's condo, taking my time so they could check out the cuteness that was June strolling in her one-piece. As soon as I got inside I stampeded to a full-length mirror so I could see how good I looked, and you know what I saw?
I saw that my maxi pad had slid up to the middle of my back. That's what I saw.