I was probably 9. During grade school, this dumb broad named Kelsy (I'll never forget it) spit on me. We had a bin in our classroom full of all the balls we could take out for recess. I went to grab this foam volleyball, and unbeknownst to me, this was the ball that Kelsy regularly played with. So, since I took her ball she spits on the back of my neck and didn't get in trouble for it. Ever since then I have regularly seen women abuse the fact that they have a vagina in even worse ways.