Oh what can I say about my personal experience when the first I wore a mini skirt!  The word alone used to send shivers down my spine. Why? I told you na... my first experience of wearing a mini skirt was pathetic. At the young, impressionable age of 16, I was really very scared of wearing a mini skirt but had the excitement of wearing it!

I was the time when I was in my high school and at the same time I was persuading some courses. So half of my day was spent in high school and half at the local junior college. It has been more than five or six years, but still this particular day is etched in my mind. I was wearing my mini skirt with a nice top, and some thoughts were itching in mind. Though I was trying to overcome them. That day I was wearing a blue mini skirt, along with a simple pair of flats. The color of my shirt was white. I still remember the day.

I walked towards the seat. As I placed my books on the desk, my pencils dropped to the ground! I stared down at the pencils, frozen in terror. Because I knew that now I have to bend down. No one moved. No one spoke. I felt that everyone is waiting for the tragedy unfolding in front of them.

I stood there, unable to act, incapable of performing the simplest of tasks. Why? Because I was wearing that damn skirt for the first time. All the guys nearby, just waited and watched, trying to keep themselves from slobbering with anticipation. I knew that if I would move to bend over or reach for the pencils, then surely my backside would wave hello to all the onlookers.

I made my mind and finally bend over, and stopped. I tried to squat down, in order to keep my knees together. But I was not able to do that! I was filled with fear and on the verge of it, my turned red, then began to fade to white. Sweat erupted from my brow. I tried a lot of different approaches, but I was not able to reach my pencils without exposing my back to the crowd. From that day, I made my my mind that I would never wear a mini skirt!