"Grab the fence," he said. So I did. Why? Because I was twelve and I didn't want to be called a chicken. When you're twelve and someone dares you to grab the electric fence you have to do it. That's just the rules. I got a pretty decent little zap and pretended it didn't hurt. Why? Because I was twelve and crying's only for girls. Then everyone grabbed the fence because they were twelve and they didn't want to be chickens. Next we all gripped the fence at the same time until we all screamed. Why? Because we were twelve.
Matt Yost is a teacher, author, and chronic renovation avoider who lives at the bottom of the bottom of the world. He likes writing twenty-five-word biographies.