I'm mean. Because I find these hilarious!
Which I can, because when I was 10, I went trick or treating, and was walking by a coffin in someone's yard, and they jumped out and grabbed me. I ran. Like my butt was on fire and I was being chased by the devil in a blue dress himself. Okay, so I more than ran. I hauled ass, as fast as my ten year old freaked out self could go. I fell over a brick wall, and landed in a bush. Face first. I snatched my frightened little face up, and threw myself out of that bush so fast. If I had eaten dinner before I for sure would have soiled my pants. Ain't no shame in it, it was THAT scary.