I was about ten when I met my girlfriend. She would have been... eight. We were at a YMCA day camp. Swimming in the pool. I went up to do a handstand, and something hit my foot, then I felt a hand and something else against my ankle. I jerked away and forced myself up above water. Standing there, glaring at me in a lime green one piece swimsuit was her. She had grabbed my foot with her only hand and the small piece of her other wrist that remains. "You kicked me in the face." She spat at me.
Horrified, I apologized profusely. Saying I was sorry over and over again.
She forgave me, and I asked if she wanted to play.
We were best friends that summer. And after that, we didn't see each other or speak again until last winter when we met again in high school ^_^
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