My most embarrassing moment in middle school (7th grade). I'm a senior citizen, so that era is a while ago.

Just arriving at in middle school, my class was the freshmen of the groups. No classmates in higher graders would hang around with us 7th graders, so my cirle of friends was small.

One day during the first week, the sun shone brightly, so it was warm. I remember pulling off my sweater since inside the classrooms was cold to me. I tied my sweater around my waist.

As we approached the curb to cross the street, I noticed other children place their books or other sweaters/jackets on their heads. I didn't think anything of it. Neither did my friends.

We were talking and laughing when suddenly a flock of birds rose from a tree we were walking under. Just as a looked up, my head felt wet. It wasn't raining, so I knew something was wrong. I froze. Panicked, my hand flew up to my head.

A bird had pooped on my hair.

And it wasn't just a small amount. I started screaming and ran. My friends ran also. All the kids walking near us burst out laughing, pointing in my direction, and calling me "[poop]head".

My friends did not get pooped on. Just me.

The older classmates could have warned us, but they didn't. They knew that side of the street was reserved for the birds. And they were prepared. Since it was the first week of school, I didn't notice that most of my classmates walked on the opposite side of the street. Also, I didn't notice the massive amount of white chalk-looking substance on the sidewalk under the tree. I guess the kids wanted a freshman to experience it so they could have a good laugh.

I was so embarrassed, I cried all the way home. When I arrived home, I immediately washed my hair.

Of course, I endured the next day and days to come the whispers and jeers. Seemed like my ordeal was spread quicker than a text message twenty years later.

Word of mouth is powerful, especially if that's your only means of spreading poop about someone!

I invite Hive account@kemmyb to join in the fun of this challenge.