The year was 1991. The top TV shows were Roseanne and Murphy Brown, the #1 song on the Billboard Top 10 was "Baby Baby" by Amy Grant, and Terminator 2 was the biggest money maker. I was entering the 4th grade at a brand new school in a brand new state. Your tweens are awkward enough, but when you resemble a living breathing version of Dora the Explorer, popularity is guaranteed out of the question. It didn't help that I was a HUGE New Kids on the Block fan and I would show my support by wearing many NKOTB t-shirts...you know, like any mega super fan would. Apparently at this school, in this state, that was frowned upon among the student body...at least from the boys.
BOY: You farted!!
Call the jeweler because this is a gem of a come back...I'm shocked I was even able to speak since I was almost catatonic...and here it is...
Me: No I didn't!
Yup, that is all I could come up with. I didn't blame someone else or try to convince the class it was really him. He really had a solid case against me either way...he was literally like a foot away from me...if he bent down to the left to grab his book, well, the area of which this sound (and most likely smell) came out of was right by his face. Poor kid, I almost feel bad for him now.