When I was in kindergarten my mom sent my brother and I to a sitter who happen to have a daughter in my class.
We did not get along.
I remember a strong dislike of this girl and her mother.
Okay, maybe it was stronger then dislike...
I hated going to their house. I hated being around them. I just hated them.
I do not remember why I disliked them so much or what caused these feelings and I have very few memories of being at their home. What I do remember is the feeling I had when I was there and it was not happy. I just hated my babysitter and her daughter.
They also tried to feed me liver and onions and for that I will never forgive them.
This is not about liver and onions. This is about the day I had enough. I had enough of what ever it was that she was doing that made me so angry. I had enough of what ever made me hate her so and I had enough of her.
I shoved her.
I shoved her so hard that she hit her head on the brick fireplace and had to go to hospital for stitches.
I do not remember if I got in trouble or ever going back there again for that matter but I do remember hiding and crying.
I was hiding and crying because I was more afraid that her dad would not like me any more.
To this day I have no idea why.
This post was inspired by a prompt from Mama Kat's - pretty much world famous - Writer's Workshop. To read other submissions go here and to read other things I have written from this workshop go here.