Something has been bothering me for forty years. I was driving my mother’s car after school one afternoon, and the busses had just left. I female voice called to me and wanted me to stop. I did not think before acting, It was a warm day in late May of 1985 and my arm was hanging out the open driver’s side window. I flipped her the middle finger and she started crying. I kept going, but have felt bad about it to this day. What I did was wrong and I am truly sorry for it
