When I was in fifth grade (if I remember correctly), this was shown at the end of the year in class. A staple of the era, I, as well as most of my peers, had seen it before, so the movie did not hold my attention. Bored, I rooted through my stuffed and cluttered desk, and lo and behold I found a mini plastic water pistol I had brought to school months earlier (which I though I had lost) in the back recesses of my desk. Then I got an idea. Then end of the movie was upon us, and I thought it would be funny to fake cry. I put the squirt gun into the corner of my eye and pulled the trigger. Water ran from my face, down my cheek, and onto my shirt. The perfect path for tears, but I needed to sell it better than that. So I rubbed my eyes for a bit, to get them good and red, then with the gun palmed ever so discreetly, waited for my moment. The film ended and I squirted my fake tears. Then I sniffed and cowered a bit like I was trying to hide my shame. The lights came on and the drapes were opened and I was seen by a classmate. “Are you crying, u/whipprsnappr?” The class soon caught on and began to either laugh or have concern. I had sold it perfectly, and it was time for the big reveal. “I’m not crying! I was faking it. Look, here is my tear source. I fooled all of you!”

However, no one believed me. My eyes were red and puffy, my face streaked with tears, and my shirt home to evidence of a prolonged crying jag. And the more I protested, the more they didn’t believe me. The whole incident still haunts me to this day. Lmao, what an idiot I was.