When I was in kindergarten, like many little girls, I had a Bonnebell glittery chapstick that I would wear around my neck like a necklace. I'm sure it was the "in" thing when I was five.
I still remember her name; Annabell (I remember this fondly because it rhymes with Bonnebell). Annabell asked me if she could use my chapstick. Being the germaphobe that I was, I denied her of her request.
Wrong choice of words.
Annabell threatened to tell the teacher that I refused to "share". We had just learned the art of "sharing" a day or two ago so I would've been totally fucked. I didn't want to disappoint my teacher so I reluctantly handed her my beloved chapstick.
Annabell took my chapstick, rolled it all the way up, bit off a huge chunk, and ate it.
This is why I don't share.