When I was about 9 years old, my mom's sister got married and I was picked to be the flower girl. A couple of my cousins were jealous that I got picked, so they decided to get even with me. When I stood where I was supposed to stand for the ceremony, my cousins stood by each side of me and pulled up the front and back of my dress. I would push the front down, only to see the back raised. I kept begging them to stop, but to no avail. I began to cry and my cousins, appeased that I'd been repaid, left me sobbing. I was completely mortified, and the people just thought this was funny and "cute". It's still a constant reminder whenever they show the tape of the ceremony!
