I feel remorse for the weirdest things.
This is a weird, sort of random thing, but I have a little confession.
I was thinking about it today, and the memory's been eating me ever since I remembered it a couple of years ago.
The summer I turned nine, I was in a summer camp that was held in my school. It was five through (I think) twelve, and some of my friends from school also attended. All things considered, we had a lot of fun, even though most of the time was just spent running around the gym. When we got in every morning, the TV would be on, usually turned to MTV but sometimes cartoons. It was a good summer.
But every time I think about the last day, I feel terrible. My mom came to get me, and as I was saying my goodbyes, a little five-year-old blind girl named Courtney came up to give me a hug. It's completely ridiculous and I know I can't do anything about it now, it's been twelve years, but... It was so mean, I wouldn't even hug this poor kid back because I was freaked out by the fact that she was blind.
There was nothing else wrong with her, I had just never known a blind person before and I didn't know how to handle it so I tried to avoid playing with her. I hadn't really spent any time with her at all and she still hugged me goodbye. And I just treated it like she was violating my personal space and I was being too polite to say anything about it.
Again... I know I can't change it now and there's probably no chance I'll ever see Courtney again, but if there was anything I would want to go back and change it would be that. I can't even tell you why I feel so horrible, I was just a stupid kid, but God, it makes me sick to think about it.
I was thinking about it today, and the memory's been eating me ever since I remembered it a couple of years ago.
The summer I turned nine, I was in a summer camp that was held in my school. It was five through (I think) twelve, and some of my friends from school also attended. All things considered, we had a lot of fun, even though most of the time was just spent running around the gym. When we got in every morning, the TV would be on, usually turned to MTV but sometimes cartoons. It was a good summer.
But every time I think about the last day, I feel terrible. My mom came to get me, and as I was saying my goodbyes, a little five-year-old blind girl named Courtney came up to give me a hug. It's completely ridiculous and I know I can't do anything about it now, it's been twelve years, but... It was so mean, I wouldn't even hug this poor kid back because I was freaked out by the fact that she was blind.
There was nothing else wrong with her, I had just never known a blind person before and I didn't know how to handle it so I tried to avoid playing with her. I hadn't really spent any time with her at all and she still hugged me goodbye. And I just treated it like she was violating my personal space and I was being too polite to say anything about it.
Again... I know I can't change it now and there's probably no chance I'll ever see Courtney again, but if there was anything I would want to go back and change it would be that. I can't even tell you why I feel so horrible, I was just a stupid kid, but God, it makes me sick to think about it.