You Put The Idea In My Head
When I was eight years old, I had an unexpected encounter with a very friendly kid at the park. All by myself that day, we ended up hitting it off and spent around six or seven hours chatting and playing various games. He eventually had to leave, but not before saying, “I have to head home after this swing ride, but why don’t you drop by my house sometime for more games?”
That chance encounter was my first experience making friends outside of school. This kid was way friendlier and kinder compared to my school buddies. But regretfully, I ended up spoiling everything.
We found ourselves sitting on one of those tire rides—you know, the ones where the tire is strung up from a platform and you get to fly across after a good leap.
Just before his turn, he requested, “Don’t push me after I leap, okay? I’m terrified of too much speed.” Despite his request, what did I do the moment he went airborne? I pushed him! Panic set in, which led to him falling off mid-flight and ending up with a broken leg.
His wails were heart-wrenching. Instantly, his mom rushed to his side, scooped him up and hurriedly took him away, his cries of pain echoing in my ears. I never got to see him after that day.
If by chance you’re reading this, I truly am sorry.