Hello there, post 4 of 5 in the childhood series.
Story goes as this: I thought it would be funny to smash a ketchup packet on my face and scream bloody murder whilst eating lunch at school in the 4th grade. Needless to say, no one thought it was very funny, my face smelt bad for the rest of the day, and I am permanently scarred for life. Please enjoy.
To be concluded...
