Personal Story

It all started when I was about 12 years old. I was
going to a day camp at the church down the street and
in my group there were a lot of girls and one of them
was named Jane*. She was about my age, a little bit
shorter than me, and she didn't like me very much. Our
youth group leader took pictures of each of us to give
to our parents. We were making custom frames by using
painted puzzle pieces. And I had red ones and she was
given green. She wanted my red ones, and I wanted my
red ones, so she told me "y b###, I want the puzzle
pieces, I don't like green" and I said to her, "no, I
can't u…