When I was about 10, I had gorilla legs, which embarrassed me horribly. Next to my fair-haired classmates who all had fine downy fuzz on their legs, I thought I stood out and that everyone thought I was as hideous as I considered myself to be.
That was also in the olden days when girls weren't allowed to wear pants to school, so I couldn't hide my legs beneath a pair of jeans.
My mom had already said I was too young to shave my legs, but what do moms know? So, I swiped my dad's razor, the one with the really, really sharp double-edged blades, and attacked my furry limbs.