My 16-year-old brother had a terrible case of acne. One day I saw him looking into the mirror very intently picking at his face. It looked interesting, so I asked him if I could try. He let me. When I squeezed the first pimple, it popped and the puss squirted out so fast it nearly hit me in the face. I giggled. But digging out the blackheads was even more fun.