She wanted the swing. But HE was still on it. Slowly, gently she approched the boy.
Asking him for the swing would not give her the results she needed. She knew the answer before she asked. She looked around "Is Teacher Looking" she checked "NO." (Oh but I was)
He had slowed down enough for her to move in. She made her move. She sprang at the swing, hoping to knock himto the ground. It had failed, hewas still in part on the swing. With all of her might she swung her arm in an effort to knock him further from the swing. Full force she hit his back neck and head with one swipe.
Me: (from the bench) Araya get over here young lady. You know better. That's not Okay! Bench Now!"
She was shocked. Had she actually been caught in the act of her fury? She was now in trouble. How could this be? She was the kind one. The helpful one. the one who never gets in trouble. She was shocked to be in this place. She was momentarily paralized. IN TROUBLE! NOOOOOO! To the bench she slowley trudged. How could this have happened?
"how did I get here. HOW HOW HOW?"
And then...it was over.
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why was it over? did she die??
that's what i want to know.
how did you explain THAT to her parents?
It's ALWAYS the quiet ones !!!!
It was over because as soon as she sat down she forgot why she was so upset and smiled and played. And did what three yr. olds do. play.
Man, I could go for a 3 yr old who forgets why they're upset because the first part of that situation you described...I see EVERY day.
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