Perhaps talented, perhaps attractive, but certainly the only person ever to have kicked me in the shins.
Despite what she tells various magazines, the girl grew up in Montclair, NJ, about twenty minutes south of New York City. She went to public school through middle school, though this story takes place in elementary. I was in fourth grade, she was in fifth. I was headed to the girls' room with my hallway pass in hand and there she was, the only other person in the hall, and headed straight for me. I knew she didn't like me (I've been a nerd from the get-go) and I grew a little nervous. I was just nervous to pass her--you've all seen her stare. She wasn't famous yet, of course, 'Mermaids' was still a year or two away.
She stopped directly in front of me and looked in my eyes and for no apparent reason she pulled back and kicked me in one shin, then the other. I was too shocked to react. I went to the bathroom and cried. Christina Ricci is very famous now, and I have to laugh. I have had my dignity insulted many times, but I have only had my shins kicked by one person, and she has been on the cover of Rolling Stone.