Okay, it was back when I was in first grade, I was so cool back then, and this was during the time that trading card cames go HUGE! Everyone was doing it! And they got sort of banned at my school, like you couldn't have them out during school hours or they would get confiscated. But everyone traded them like they were crack in our cubbies anyways. But we were outside after school waiting for our parents to come pick us up. I bet you can picture me with my awesome toystory Woodie backpack on. Well me and this one kid were talking and this other kid, let's say his name was Aaron (Actually his real name is Aaron), was eavesdropping on us. He runs up to the teacher saying, "Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson! Mikael said the P-word!" She looks over at us and gets stern. She says, "WAIT! What did he say?" Aaron tells her exactly what I said, he told it to her straight. "Mrs. Johnson, Mikael said Pokemon!" She just looks at him, looks back at me. "Well that's alright, not what I thought you meant" And that's the story of why I hate people named Aaron. Actually that's not true, it's just a fun little story to think about sometimes.