It was funny. When it was my turn, I felt my jogging pants being pulled down over my bottom and exposing my underwear. Of course, I could not pull them up, because I was being pulled by my arms!
I yelled, "Stop!!", but not knowing why they just kept running. As they kept running my jogging pants kept going down farther, and farther. After only a few seconds my pants were done to my ankles. By the time they stopped, by pants had pulled down over my hightop (sneakers) and pulled inside out. Luckily, my sneakers were too big for the bottoms of the legs to pull off.
Now imagine wearing a pair of pants inside out, so they are only attached to you shoes. N-O-T not fun!
As soon as my friends let go I rolled over onto my back and sat up and tried to get my pants back up. There were not a lot of kids there, but a couple of my friends sisters were there, and a girl classmate. One girl turned away, and the other two giggled and watched me struggle with my pants.
In the end, I had to pull my shoes off, pull the shoes out of each leg, put the pants in the right way around and the put them back on. This took well over a long long minute. I did not have a long shirt or jacket to cover myself. My "friends" were buckled over on the grass laughing. That third girl that turned away, got brave and turned to watch me. I was in clear view of my two "friends" and the three girls.
Sitting there in your spiderman briefs on an open field, with no where to hide AND with girls watching you struggle to put you pants back on is N-O-T not FUN!
You can trust that no one was willing to be dragged in the grass again! The girls that watched called me spidey for weeks after that! Despite the embarrassment something like that is more of a smiling and blushing type of embarrassment.
