KerriAnn

It was seventh grade. I was 12 years old. Lunch time at school. I don't know how it started, but a few minutes into lunch in the school cafeteria and a food fight erupted. It was total chaos. It was pasta day, so there was a lot of noodles and sauce flying around.

I don't remember all of the details, but I do remember the feeling that my friends and I experienced immediately after. It was fun, yes, but the feeling that stuck with me, a feeling I have rarely felt since, was a ...