By De Elizabeth
I can remember the sensation of putting a slap bracelet on my wrist like it was yesterday. The first one I had was neon pink with a black leopard print pattern, and it was the perfect accessory for my little kid self. Of course, it wasn’t enough to have one slap bracelet. I soon built a collection of fabric-covered metal accessories, all of which were some shade of neon. I kept them in my Caboodle in my bedroom, and started the day by picking which slap bracelet I wanted to wear. I would, of course, absent-mindedly take the bracelet off and slap it back on throughout the day, much to the annoyance of my teachers.