Honestly, Active... I'm drunk and i see that you typed a lot of stuff. I want ot read it, but i'm too drunk. so i am typing my own shit.
so this wasseveral years ago. I'd estimate that I was in 6th grade at the time, which is kn own world wide as a pivotal moment in a child's development. Uhh... forgot what i was saying.. but..
I was this going to a babysitter for about a year and there was this toddler that was trying to go dowenstairs. I knew that this kid was not supposed to go into the basement, so I put some sort of big matchbox car play set at the top of the stairs. This was so that the kid wouldnt go down into the basem,ent. it onluy served to make him trip. He tripped. He fell all the way down the stairs. he started crying. the first thougth that came to my head was, "oh shit". I knew shit had just gotten serious into some serious shit. so then i took the matchbaox car playset and put it away, and then i told my b aby sittetr that whatever his names was just fekll down the stairs.
so she went running over to the baby-iosk thing that fell down the sitairs. andshe was al concerned. meanwhile i was relieverd that i had successfully avoided any sorty of punishment for my innocent enough deeds
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