I put chewing gum in a girl's hair (on purpose) - sorry!
VERY BAD! I hope you have repented.
When I was in the first grade, I used to be mean to this girl because I thought she looked like a boy (her hair was short). Well, these pretty mechanical pencils decorated with small plastic ribbons were all the rage in the first grade. And my parents had bought me some pencils and I told my mom I wouldn't share my pencils with this girl (because I thought she looked like a boy).
So what did I do? I shared my pretty pencils with the more popular but also more rude girls in the class. (Yes, I was being rude myself......but trust me.....these girls were ruder. Popularity can warp the mind of even a 6-year-old).
So where is the irony in all this? Well........I.....myself..... had really short hair (shorter than the girl I picked on)........and I myself looked like a boy, perhaps more so than any other girl in the class. LOL LOL LOL. (yes, I know....twisted, twisted).
Thank God......i've come a long way since then :)
RV Forgive yourself, you were young.
When I was kid (maybe 5), we had this very nasty girl of our age living in our neighborhood who used to fight with us all the times. One day 3-4 of us (my sis, my friend, his sister and I) dragged this girl inside our friends house and tied her with a tree in their courtyard, using rope. Then we called our moms to show them our victory.
Life is so unfair, I still dont know why I got beating from my mom for that ..
*There's nothing to forgive here, it was a justified action, I'm just surprised you didn't give her a few punches here and there to even things up abit... *
I pranked my year 6 teacher all throughout my sixth grade. I think at the end she figured it was me. LOL
Good job, positions of authority must be made to sweat a little.
when I was really little, maybe like 6 or 7 years old my stuck up cousin came to visit us from Scotland. She was constantly talking about how her country was better than ours, her accent was better than ours, how her house was bigger and she couldnt believe that we only lived in a "flat." To top it all off she wouldnt even talk to me and she picked on me because she was older. I secretly admired her but hated her at the same time. I wanted her to sleep with me but she would always sleep with my sister. Anyway one day we were in the hallway of our building and we saw a mouse and she screamed to the high heavens how Americans are filthy and how badly she wanted to go home. That night a rash developed on her face or something along those lines and she applied honey on her face supposedly cuz it would get better. Anyway I was so mad at her and jealous too cuz I had been asking her the whole week to come sleep in my room. So I went running into their room later that night and told her omg omg I saw the mouse coming in here, its gonna come jump on your face it likes sweet things in hopes that she would switch rooms... but she started crying like you wouldnt believe. The whole family woke up from her cries and that was probably the first time I ever got beat by my father. And when he stopped my mother started. It was awful.
Forgive yourself, that girl deserved it, I can't stand visitors who think they are better than their hosts (see my initial confession!). You didn't deserve the beating either, but forgive your parents.