I was brutally attacked, in a blow up slide, by friends, boyfriend watching, friends standing a few feet away, parents on a deck, yet I was attacked, practically raped, and will never be the same, I miss who I was. I miss trusting my friends.

One winter, there was an incredible snow storm which left a layer of snow as high as my hips; granted, I was nine so hip-level snow was like knee high snow for an adult. Along a fence at school were snow drifts that were impressive to a class of nine year olds. Armed with only snow pants that were hardly water proof and winter gloves that were equally so, we set out to dig tunnels and a fort out of the snow.

We worked like ants, clearing out paths and gutting out hollows. Soon we had a venerable city underneath this drift of snow.

Now I, being the industrious one, took on the initiative to add a small side tunnel to connect to the adjacent one for feng shui. This part I only vaguely remember. A girl on the outside told me not to dig through the wall for some reason, and I ignored her cause girls are stupid. I began with my index finger scraping a little area in the middle of the tunnel until my finger got to the other side. "Good start," I thought and promptly took my finger out to admire my handy work.

Then the entire structure above me collapsed like a ton of bricks, or snow as it were. Somehow I had got my head out of the tunnel in the split second that gravity took hold of the avalanche of snow. I was looking up at the sky feeling the crush of what could have been the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man sitting on my chest. Was it ever hard to breath.

All the kids immediately stopped what they were doing and began excavating me out of the rubble.

No one knew how it happened except me.

She sat across the room from me and we passed notes through others every class whenever the teacher's back turned. On one note, she asked me for my number and I was being paranoid so didn't write it down. She wrote back with hers and I did the same. I never ended up calling her because I was too shy.

crushed (verb):The feeling of betrayal and being completely and utterly alone, with no one to talk to, when one best friend falls for your other best friend whom you've developed feelings for.

During my freshman year of college, I met two amazing guys who were best friends from high school. I started dating one of them, and the other became one of my closest friends. When the one broke up with me, I was incredibly hurt, and really needed to talk to someone. So I sent his best friend this long message on facebook telling him that I wanted to talk to him, but would understand if he didn't want to get in the middle of it. When he got home that night, he saw that I had left a message, but didn't read it. He simply called and asked if I wanted to talk.

We met in 1st grade and liked each other on and off for years, but always at the wrong time. I had liked his best friend and he had liked my best friend. In 8th grade we finally became best friends and spent every minute of every day together. In 10th grade after 10 years of waiting, the timing seemed perfect - he was crushing on me and I was crushing on him. But I was moving away at the end of the year and I didn't want to be heartbroken so in the end I said no...

Every Valentine's in junior high, the school would do "bear hugs". In essence, they were little cards, photocopied multiple times onto deep-pink coloured pieces of paper which for the cost of $1, you could send to a valentine.

In grade 7, I received one of these. The delivery kid came to the door and started announcing names. The very last name that was called was mine. I was shocked -- SHOCKED. My name was called? I was then handed a little card. On the front was a stuffed bear holding a heart with the words "Bear Hug" underneath and a "To:" with my name proceeding it. Inside it was some generic message along the lines of "Happy Valentine's Day", but the important part was the line that said, "From:".

"Someone who thinks you're sweet".

To this day, I still don't know who it was.

my high school economics teacher!

At the age of 2 my love for the TV set was incontrollable. It was then where I decided to express my gratefulness by climbing and hugging the TV. Unfortunately, this TV had its mine of its own and decided to fall forward as I was wrapped around it. I was rushed to the hospital with only a bleeding nose. But I will never forget this incident that crushed me the most!

I first noticed her in high school and unfortunately she never really noticed me. She only remembered me as the annoying brat. During our senior year, we started to crush on each other but at the wrong time. She had a crush on me but not when I had a crush on her and vice versa. This went in circles and each time was the wrong time. Finally, I could not wait for the right "time" to come and had decided I would ask her out. She gave me all the right signals that a guy should ask for a confident answer. Not once, not twice but three times I've asked her out and each time was not the right time.

She's crushed me three times. The rule is three strikes and you're out; and with so much limbo in our chase for each other, I've had to move on as we went our separate ways. We remain to be best friends today but I still wish that the right time would have came.

Junior high, Justine. Biggest crush ever. I'd make a fool out of myself doing things for her. She signed my yearbook "See you in Sept. Luv Justine" and I was on cloud 9. lol I was such a dork.