As a child I seemed to have a lot of anger issues. I'm not really sure where they stemmed from, I just know they caused me problems then as they continue to do so now. I get too worked up about things and usually hold it in until I explode.
One lunch recess in grade 4 I was playing soccer with a bunch of friends. In the middle of our game we were disrupted by Brett who decided it would be fun to grab our soccer ball and run away with it. This got me extremely angry.
He ran around the field as all of the girls (myself included) chased him around. We yelled and asked for it back but he refused. He was always a bratty kid in my opinion and I was annoyed that he needed this much attention from the girls. I think I yelled something about how we didn't like him anyways but he'd have a higher chance of us liking him if he returned the ball. This didn't work. So I yelled one last time "politely" for our ball back. That was it - enough was enough. No more mister nice guy.
I pulled out a juice box from my lunch kit (which apparently I had been running around with this whole time...but why?) and got ready. The next time I got close enough I threw the juice box at him and hit him in the back. It exploded (which was everything I had hoped for) but I don't recall if he gave us back the soccer ball. In all likelihood I probably just wasted a good juice. And he was wearing a yellow rain jacket so the juice didn't even get on his clothes anyway... What a waste of my fruit punch.
Somehow my mom found out. Maybe I was boasting about the way I got payback when I got home from school. She was unimpressed and told me I had to call him to apologize. I cried and cried and didn't want to but she made me. "Hi Brett, it's Kara. I'm sorry I threw a juice box at you and that it exploded." "It's ok." And that was it. I probably kept crying cause I'm pretty emotional and over dramatic and went up to my room, angry at the world. And I probably wrote about it in my Sleeping Beauty diary.
I figured it would all be over and done with by the next day. When I got to school I overheard Brett telling everyone how I was crying like a little baby when I apologized. Making fun of me in front of all the boys. Now I was SUPER mad. Apparently he didn't learn his lesson and he was still a little dick. If only I had a juice box with me at that moment - I'd show him! Not only was I angry at Brett but once again at my mom for making me apologize. (How dare she try and instil manners into me!) And the only defence I had as my classmates laughed at me for showing remorse: "My mom made me call you! I'm not even sorry!"
Needless to say I made it through this traumatizing time, and looking back now I only have one regret - that I didn't throw something harder.