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My senior year in high school, I was sub director to a community service group. I was set in charge of 40 kids on a one-night camping trips. I felt empowered and in control. When I was a kid in preschool, a classmate ran up to me and pulled down my pants. He claimed that they were his and that I had stolen them. The school enforced a dress code and those were the pants of the uniform. I was completely embarrassed. This all happened in Dominican Republic. I was born there and lived there till the age of 6. My house was very close to the school and I was an uncontrollable crybaby. When this kid pulls my pants down, I do nothing but start screaming in tears. All the kids in our class were laughing at me and it was honestly terribly embarrassing.