It’s not the same anymore. We got into so much trouble, and yet didn’t get caught. Once I chipped his tooth and he said he ran into a pole so I wouldn’t get into trouble. I don’t think our parents believed him, but they respected his answer.
Preceded by saying "Can I touch it?" and, no matter what the other person says, touching the thing anyways
Most recent incident: Some car goo cleaner slime thing that my dad bought at a gas station
On my drive home today I saw a little girl chasing a goose and throwing rocks at it (True psychopath behaviour). So I rolled down the car window and yelled at her in a dad voice to STOP. Was it too much? Maybe. Do I regret it? No.
I believe I was about five years old when I had to transfer to a new preschool. One afternoon during lunch, the other children blamed me for the fries on the floor in the cafeteria. But it wasn't my fault. This was my first realization of exclusion and how mean children can be.
