You know, it's funny! I was always one of the most popular girls, but I was the only brown face in the place, for the most part!
Go figure...
But, when I was in fifth grade, there was a black boy who was in one of those "other" classes, you know, the "special" class, who had a crush on me... Well, he sat next to me in the lunchroom one day and I told him he had to move because the man of my dreams was in SIXTH grade! Ya'll know that was big stuff back then... I was wearing the sixth grader's chain so you KNOW it was official!
So the boy was mad and walked away. After lunch, we went to recess. I was minding my own business when that same little boy ran up on me and hit me in the stomach so hard I couldn't breathe for what felt like an eternity! It's funny now, but not back then. It was cool though... My "older man" beat his butt like he stole something.