When I was in lower grades, I was running and an older kid lunged to scare me. It worked, I go startled, he laughed, I laughed.
Years later, some little kid runs past and I do the same thing. Except he gets so scared he trips on himself, hits the concrete, and is all scraped up, bloody, and in tears. I felt awful and helped him to the first aid room. He hated me :(
Of all the things that happened at school, even though this wasn’t so bad, it’s the one I personally never forget. I imagine a conversation between us as adults now.
“Remember that time I scared you and you got all banged up?”
When I was in lower grades, I was running and an older kid lunged to scare me. It worked, I go startled, he laughed, I laughed.
Years later, some little kid runs past and I do the same thing. Except he gets so scared he trips on himself, hits the concrete, and is all scraped up, bloody, and in tears. I felt awful and helped him to the first aid room. He hated me :(
Of all the things that happened at school, even though this wasn’t so bad, it’s the one I personally never forget. I imagine a conversation between us as adults now.
“Remember that time I scared you and you got all banged up?”
“Nope”
“Oh. Well, I’m still really sorry.”