Way too young to pole dance like a stripper!

"Truth" I answered, scared to accept a dare. I was Eight years old and just starting to make friends in the neighborhood. The 11 year old girl next door had asked me to come out and camp in the yard for the night.

Eagerly I ran to my Dad and asked if it was okay and to my glee he said it was Okay. "Chicken!" she said laughing, "But okay, what are you scared of most in the world?" I huddled at the back of the tent hugging my knees. “Spiders." I shivered at the thought. "Okay my turn, I choose DARE!"

She jumped the gun before I even had a chance to ask. I didn't know what to give her; I had never really played before. But then the most brilliant idea. "I dare you to dance with the light pole outside!" it escaped my mouth before I could even think about another one. Her eyes widened, but she bit her lip and strutted to the pole.

She worked that thing like it was her profession, sliding up and down, twirling, even jumping on it and spinning around. I had no idea what she was doing, but I laughed because she was making funny faces at me.

She came back and asked and plopped down on the floor of the tent. "Truth or Dare?" I didn't want to seem like a chicken again, so, even though I was scared, I answered. "Dare..," "I dare you to--"But before she could complete the dare she was about to give me, her mother came outside and demanded I go home and she went inside.

I went home not sure what happened, but glad I didn't have to complete the dare. Apparently, her Mom was a stripper, had seen her child dancing around the pole and got reaaaaallly mad.

Oops.