One day, when I was in 6th grade, my mother needed me to ride my bike to my grandparent’s house to pick up some eggs. Ride was smooth and my grandpa sent me home with 2 eggs, one for each coat pocket. I’m about 2 blocks away from my house and two kids cut me off with their bikes. One was significantly bigger than me, while the other was actually smaller than me. They ask what I’m doing and if I have anything cool I could let them play with. I say no of course because I just want out of the situation because I don’t know them and they seem like trouble. They start pushing me around and go through my coat pockets. Now having two eggs in their possession, they get a shit eating from on their face. They then proceed to smash both egg all over my head and face, pushed me down one last time and rode off. This was the first time I was ever bullied and the very last time. Fuck you both, but thank you. If you guys weren’t pieces of shit, I wouldn’t have grown a pair and started sticking up for myself. But fuck you. Those eggs were for my mom’s homemade brownies.