Currently crying over the fact i accidentally kicked a stingray, I’ll cut it short. I went on a trip and got to see stingrays, I got scared because one swam up to me and I tried to run away in the water and we all know how that ends up. As I was running I kicked its fin and it swam away. But later on it swam back, even after it swam back to me, I still feel like a horrible human being. After it swam back up to me it let me scratch its belly and stuff, thinking about it makes me so sad and wholesome. I think its name was Marry. Plus it was so sweet, when it was time to leave it tried following me :( I miss that siting ray so much.