Falling Pants Bring the Real Anger Out of You.

It all happens at my uncle's cook-out. The laughing, my pants, the fight. It just had to happen in front of my family. Why? When I was younger my uncle used to have a family cook-out every couple of weeks in the summer. My family isn't quite like other family's. They're REALLY LOUD, messy, and not very bright at times. And this was one of their "bright" oi. My family got kind of bored, so my uncle busted out the boxing gloves. I begged ad begged my uncle to let me fight my cousin. I was excited when he said yes. Ofcource he had to think about it because I am a girl. I love boxing. My older cousin used to come to my house to teach me. Man was it hard. Since he was in the army he treated me like a soldier. But then I regretted my decision to fight. I looked around, and everyone was walking around towering over me like giant sky scrapers. I honestly felt like peeing myself. And.... I did. I know what your thinking. What girl pee's herself? Well I was scared that I would lose. Expesially to my cousin (he was like 4). And I was like 4, so I couldn't control my bladder at the time. Everyone came outside anxious to see some nephew and neice action. I quickly ran up to my older sister to tell her that I can't kofight because my "sprinkler leaked". She was furious, but she helped me anyways. She asked my other cousin if I could borrow some sweatpants. And me being short, her sweatpants were GIANT pillow.cases swollowing my limby legs. As I made my way down the porch my sister help led me put on these MASSIVE boxing gloves. I got all pumped up, and walked up to my cousin, numbed gloves and fell on my but the first 10 seconds. After I regained my balance, I faked a punch to his stomache and hit him square in the face. What can I say. I had a mean right hook for a 4 year old. I took a couple steps back from the force. But when I stoped... AHHH!!!!!! My pants fell! That's was the most embarrassing day of my life. And trust me. I've had other moments. Everyone was laughing. Their laughs livers through my ears like lunetic lemers. I ran to the side of my uncles house looking like a red tomato. I risked further embarresment because my pants were still clinging to my ankles like chains, and I almost fell flat on my face. I just let the tears the size of boulders tumble down my face roughly. My older sister, being the ONLY person not laughing, helped me out. She trippled knotted my - or should I say my cousin's pants really tight. And when I say tight, I mean corset tight. My sister helped me calm down and clean my act up. She told me to suck it up and be the big boxing beast in this "bright" family. I held onto her words and walked back up to my cousin for a rematch. My "opponent" ticked me off because he was taunting me about my "incident". The words 'little cry baby's put me way over the edge. I thought l, OH ITS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG !!! I tackled him to the ground and pounded his face with my hulk like boxing gloves. All my anger and strength lashed out quickly by just extending my scrawny arms. Actually, it was hard to do since the gloves were bigger that my head. And for a 4 year old I caused some serious damage to my cousins face. Before the fight, I felt small and inferior to everyone else around me. Like they were doing it on porpuse. But while I was fighting, I felt like King Kong flicking little airplanes away like little boogers. To this day, it haunts me. Glad my family forgot about that......... I think.