for some reason or another when i was 6 i poured my whole glass of orange juice on my sisters head at breakfast for no reason. i dont know what i was thinking or why i specifically remember it at all, but to this day it amazes me how weird i was.
I did the exact same thing. She got me back during a water fight when she took a jug of milk from the fridge. That was kinda weird.
Anyhow, when I was in grade 5 there was this turd kid named Russell. He'd failed a grade and was kinda the butt of jokes and what have you. One time somebody put dog shit in his baseball glove and threw it at him, that kinda thing.
So, he had this stupid fucking Aerobie, I dunno if you guys remember those, but it was like a frisbee with a hole in the middle. He was playing with it in the school yard, and I asked him if I could try it. Those things go pretty far, and it ended up on the roof. He hemmed and hawed about how he'd have to find a janitor to get it down, and he was a big pussy about it.
I didn't see him for a long time and couple a years passed. He musta been in high school by this time, and I was in junior high. I bumped into him at a 7-11 and the first thing he says when he sees me (and he was dead serious), was that he wants his Aerobie back, and how he never got his precious Aerobie back. He seriously started crying which was totally inappropriate and embarrassing having this weird fucker crying at me in the 7-11.
He kept saying he was going to tell my dad on me, I guess cause my dad was his soccer coach or some shit when he was a kid. I dunno, regular stuff. Maybe I was an asshole to him, but public crying when you're in high school is somewhat disgraceful.