Ok, this one goes back quite a way.
I was in first school actually, probably about year 2 or 3.
There I was just a tiny MiniStrings happily wandering to school one morning, ghostbusters lunchbox in hand. I was messing about with my friend (who's name escapes me now), and generally making a tit of myself.

Infact I was messing about more than watching where I was going.

The inevitable happened and I walked into a lampost. This wouldn't have been so embarassing had my luchbox not opened at the same time, spilling my sandwiches along the path. Even that wouldn't have been so embarassing had my trousers not fallen down at the exact same moment.

That's right, I walked into a lampost which somehow set off some kind of horrific chain reaction causing my lunch to spill all over the place, and my trousers to plummet groundwards.

I can still remember the howls of laughter from my peers, and the muffled giggles from the group of parents accomanying us.

And yes, I was the laughing stock of the school for about a week (which, when translated onto childhood timeframe is comparable to an eternity.)
(NoStrings Tastes like zombies!!, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 20:16, Reply)