Attacking a priest
Age 4. My brother and I were getting dedicated into God's family... kinda like a christening, but when you're older. I don't remember much about it. We had to stand at the front of the church and be STILL and QUIET and DON'T TALK TO YOUR BROTHER!

Now, this didn't seem too fair, as the man in the church outfit kept talking. He kept saying my name as well, but didn't look at me once! How rude! So, to get him to look at me, I trod on his foot.

No reaction. NOTHING. Wow.

So I tried again. A bit harder this time. Again, no reaction. I leaned all my weight onto his foot, and he didn't even look down.

So I decided to take a flying leap! I jumped onto his foot as hard as I could, which action made my mum finally notice I was doing something. She dragged me to the back of the room and told me off, and from that vantage point I could see the priest finish his prayer, smile at the congregation, introduce the next song, and then slowly limp his way to the pew to sit down.

Victory, I feel.
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