That sucks. I'm only somewhat of a bad person some of the time. Been that way for a while. I was probably around 8 or 10 and I was at my babysitter's house. There was some little kid (probably a toddler or something) trying to go down the stairs. I knew the kid wasn't supposed to go down there, so I put a very large toy at the top of the stairs to block him from going into the basement. Well.. it turns out the kid was very determined to go down there so he tried to go around the toy. He tripped over the toy and fell down the stairs, all the way to the bottom. And I saw him there, crying and wiggling around like an injured toddler tends to do. I was like "Holy shit!" So I put the toy away and then went and told the babysitter that the kid fell down the stairs. Looking back, I'm proud of my 8 to 10 year old self for having his priorities in line.
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