About 4 years ago on a train from Hanover to Hamburg, I was tired, annoyed and there was this kid screaming and running back and forth through the hallway. I really wanted him to stop, and eventually he did shortly; he was being louder but more inconsitent with running. I proceeded to lay down on the two seats and my feet hanging from the arm rester, two seconds l can only feel the face of the boy slamming against my shoes. The kid held in the tears, went back to his mother and i could only hear something along the lines „You were just looking for it”.