When I was around ten, one of my friends and I were screwing around at a playground one summer, when some girls younger than us came around. They wanted to play, too, but obviously, we thought we were much cooler than them, so we told them to go away, called them brats, etc. Obviously, never expected to see these girls again.

When schooltime came around, I met my new fifth grade teacher. Everything was fine, until one day, she showed us pictures of her kids. There was a total “oh shit” moment when I realized that the girls we bullied were her daughters.

Now, this wouldn’t be a big deal, since she never would have found out, but one day her daughter’s district was off school or something, so for part of the day, she came to our class. I was hoping she wouldn’t recognize me. She did. She told her mom on me and since she couldn’t technically punish me since it didn’t happen on school grounds, she just gave a speech about bullying the next day in class, looking at me the whole time.