When I was five there was this girl in my kindergarten class which you could say was a bully to me. She didn’t do anything crazy mean but I felt left out by her. Near the beginning of the year I would constantly imagine terrible things happening to her, like dying or being tortured. After a few months it got to the point where it was the only thing I thought about. The thoughts slowly went away but in grade two I saw her on the playground playing grounders. I don’t remember what I felt but I remember being on top of the playground and pushing her. She fell off and cracked her head(she was fine in the long run) I never got in trouble for it. By grade four we became pretty good friends until she moved in the summer. I do feel guilty and feel gross for the thoughts I had about her but I don’t regret it per-say. I hope she’s doing well.