Before you judge, I apparently was 3 or 4 years old. My dad was the youth pastor which made me one of those "pastor's daughter." Ironically, my dad's not THAT strict...my mom is actually more strict >.< 

so some teenage boy (a kuya-in Filipino) was carrying me and kissed me on the cheek. A few minutes later, the dude told my mom that I punched him. 

Mama: Why? She's not allowed to hit people!

Teenager: because I kissed her on the cheek....

Mama: HAHAHAHA, her dad taught her not to let guys kiss her. Sorry!

Papa is the best for teaching me not to accept feelings from guys (excluding relatives).....which is probably why I avoid feelings now xD

but guyssss, I was bada** when I was a kid. Punching people and all. ^^

i shall now walk the earth feeling proud about that moment :D