Once when I was little I went to the playground with my grandparents. They took a stroll nearby while I went on the swings. I was the only person there besides a man with his maybe 1-year-old? child. The child had clearly just learnt to walk and was tottering about near the swings under the father’s supervision. As she got dangerously close to the swing, I didn’t want to hit her so I stopped swinging and just sat there waiting until she would go away. I think I said baby things to her, like “Hi there! Who’s a cutie” and the man and I just watched her antics for a minute. Then I got up carefully off the swing. The thing is, as I stood up the swing sort of pushed me forward… and… I hit the child with my knees right in the back. She fell on her face and started crying. Before I could even react, the man started yelling and swearing at me. I wanted to apologize but I was FROZEN with fear and couldn’t even form words. All that came out was “I……I…” All this time I hoped to god that my grandparents were out of earshot. And to this day I don’t know if they know about this.