Literally Random Stuff

Strange happenings when I was younger...

So, I was at a birthday party with a lot of our track/first grade friends and we started talking about boys. This reminded me about a lot of times when I was younger with boys that would "stalk" me and my friends. Sorry guys, no flashback montage here. Anyways, I was a small bean, only a first grader, and I met my first stalker. I won't add names because he's currently in our school. In our playground, there is a small, double-line of trees. Since I was majorly shy during that time and enjoyed singing, I would go to these trees to sing alone. Not too long after starting, I would feel a hot yet sharp like feeling on my back. Turning around as quick as possible and stopping my singing, I noticed a figure dart "behind" a tree. Automatically feeling scared, I ran about 4 trees down and stopped to think of a different song to sing. Not too long after singing a different song, the feeling comes back, and I saw him run for cover. Little did he know, I was already on my way back to the playground. So much for relaxation, I thought to myself. I'd say about a few weeks after that strange occurrence, he was brave enough to come to me. Of course, as kids, those tiny little weed flowers looked like the most amazing plant in the world. That being said, he tried to give those to me, and I assumed he wanted me to "be with him." I was so scared that I ran from point A to point Z in literally no time. He spooked me too much for me to be polite in that situation.

Another story about a boy and a girl, remaining anonymous here, was when I was in third grade. A boy came up to her and asked if she liked him. Of course as I was her best friend, I saw the whole thing happen. She screamed no and he started to run after her. I ran between the two, just in case something happened, but he just wouldn't stop running after us! Eventually, we got tired of running away from him everyday and he agreed to become our pet dog in our game of family. Those days were fun, hilarious, strange, and scary. I would ramble on and on about playground stories, but I'd much rather talk about them to someone personally. They'd seem a whole lot cooler that way.

-Sabofo