Yes, I will admit I was hated for being such an AMAZING chess player (second only to my astounding wit) however, I will not conceed that poor little Dave Renne would have been injured by my mere dunking attempt. While my swimming and strength skills are mirrored to the above referenced actions, I would never have let my dear friend drown, nearly unthinkable! You see, I was told by a very good source (Elizabeth Peirce) that Dave had a crush on me; and being the little unfeminine, tom-boy who was entirely without positive flirting skills that I was, I thought the only way to reciprocate such harmless elementary school ponderings would be to, of course, bully him!
While, it turns out my informate was severely mistaken, one can only imagine the utter mortification I suffered at the hand (or should I say fist) of Mr. Rene. ( I cried the whole way home, some tom-boy eh?)What Dave will never know (oh until now of course) was that my retaliation for this event came much later when I told on him for snapping my training bra in line whilst waiting for Gym class. That and remaining the Chess champ for Mr. McGuires 5th grade class.
This is the only time I have ever been punched in the face. Perhaps, if I had seen the bruttal rebuff on its way a more fitting response would have insued (ie FLEE!) However, I must proclaim, the punch was well deserved, and had I known the trauma I would have caused my dear friend for years to come, I would have most definitly swam away right AFTER I dunked him ;) ;) ;) GOOD TIMES DAVE!