My Early Wedgie Life

First Wedgie

The first time I gave a wedgie was in first grade.

I was always a bit of a trouble maker growing up. Didn't pay much attention in class, goofed off, played pranks on my friends, and this one is definitely the most memorable of them.

We were sitting in class, I don't remember what the teacher was doing, but she wasn't paying us much attention. Both me and my friend Zach were giggling to ourselves, because through the back of the chair we could see our friend Kevin's yellow SpongeBob underwear peeking over his pants.

"Give him a wedgie." Zach whispered to me. I'm pretty sure Zach is what made me such the trouble maker I was, because he was always encouraging me to do bad things.

But I couldn't refuse the opportunity. I mean his bright yellow underwear, plastered with SpongeBob's face, were right there. Would you turn that down as a kid?

I reached through the holes of the chair to grab his waistband and started pulling his underwear up. We all started giggling as Kevin tried to reach back to stop his underwear from going any higher.

I don't know if she realized what we were doing, but the teacher finally realized we were goofing off and told us to pay attention. I let go of Kevin's underwear and pretend to understand what she was talking about as he tried to stuff his underwear back into his pants discreetly and pull his shirt down.