What was your most embarrassing moment as a child or teen?

There are so many to pick from…
I once had a drink straw stick in my nostril while out with a friend. I took a sip, the straw went in and stuck around when I put the glass down.
I was an adult but I think it counts. :)

Dealing with rejection from a girl I was goofy about. It was highly visible, and there was no hiding from it. Of course high school is a sensitive age, and my friends were derisive and cruel, and it was my first experience that Love does not conquer all.

I caught my pecker in my zipper & had to go see this pretty nurse who set me free.
I was around eight, old enough to grow a boner, a small, trapped boner :D

It was Valentine’s day at school. 10th grade. You could purchase a carnation for your crush, or your boyfriend or girlfriend, a few days before, write a little private note, and then the flowers would be delivered to the recipients, to their home room class, on Valentine’s day. The money went to the school for a fundraiser.

I had had a crush on this boy for two years. He was nice, but way out of my league, but I finally summoned up the nerve to try the flower approach.

What I didn’t know was that this fellow was going to be absent on that day. So the kids doing the delivery, dropped the flower off to our homeroom class, and the teacher put it on his desk. His asshole friend, who was not a nice boy, knew he was absent, and snatched up the flower, and read my note aloud for the whole class to hear. It was very humiliating.

I was very shy back in those days, and it took every ounce of my courage to buy the flower, and write the note in the first place, but since the fellow was a decent guy, I was pretty sure the note would be kept private, even if he didn’t share my amorous feelings. So I felt OK about taking the chance.

His hideous friend ruined the moment, and made me crawl back into my shell. He was one of the males, throughout my life, that made me distrust guys, which was really a shame, because it didn’t need to be that way, and I wasted many years being afraid of telling people (males) how I felt about them. Because I was afraid of being humiliated again.

I was in 2nd grade. I had on my favorite shirt. It was blue, like Blue jean material. It zipped up the front. The pull on the zipper was a large hoop. Very hippyish. On the playground during recess some boy came out of nowhere and before I could react he’d hooked his finger through the hoop and completely unzipped my shirt. I was horrified. Mortified. Just then the teacher blew the whistle to come in. I was desperately, frantically fumbling with my shirt trying to get it rezipped. I don’t think I even knew how to work a zipper, so it was a miracle that I actually DID get it zipped back and I was able to get in line before I got in trouble.
No one bothered to ask me why I was crying so hard.