when I was 8

i had a terrible speech impediment (actually up until 12th grade). I once thought to myself  about a girl ( who I really liked) who too often made fun of my stuttering ( sometimes also in front of other girls):
' i'm not gonna cry anymore. i'll smile instead,'
and then that day she asked me 'why aren't you mad?'
i told her my mother said 'you want me to be mad so you'll keep on bothering me. i'm not mad anymore. i like when you make fun of me.'

she never did it again.