Originally Posted by isabel rose
I whacked my friend's 24moDS once, of the 3 of us I was most upset about it -
OK!!! I HAVE A CONFESSION!!!!!!!!! I have never repeated this story to ANYONE.
I was watching an eight year old boy, (in the early 80s) and he was riding his baike around the neighborhood. I lived on a very busy street, and I was fixing my side gate, when I saw him go by me. He would go by me, then go back again.
Once, though, he didn't come back by and I heard the unmistakable sound of brakes, then thumps. I looked around the fence, and sure enough, Jason had been hit by a car.
Instead of "Are you OK?" or even "Oh My GOD". I slapped him. I actually slapped an eight year old boy in the face for getting hit by a car. I have no idea why either.
Several months later, I had another kid at my house, and there was a very old tree fort in the yard from the previous owner. He fell out of the tree fort and onto the ground, and again, I ran over to HIT HIM. I didn't, because the absurdity of hitting an injured child actually reached my brain before I reached him. But, when I get scared, I turn into an unreasonable monster.
Except for slapping Jason, I have never hit another child again. I still feel bad about that. I should look that kid up and tell him I'm sorry for knocking him around.