Reeeeeeeeeeeeeally guilty?
I'm generally a fairly nice person, so there isn't actually much. But I can remember one with scary clarity:

Background: I fly power kites. For those who don't know, these are large, powerful (dur) kites that can be used, amongst other things, to jump quite high in the air...

I was at night-flying festival a while back for children in need. Basically, you stuck lights on your kite and paid for the privelidge of doing what you would do anyway in the daytime. I was flying happily fairly close to where some small children were playing. I went into a jump about 20ft away from them.

I expected to go about 10ft. Mother nature thought otherwise, and along came a powerful gust. I'm now flying toward the (oblivious) kids, with my legs stretched out in front of me in a perfect Jackie Chan/Matrix flying drop kick.

Until both feet collided with the side of a three year old girl's head.

Who wouldn't stop crying.

All evening.

Who would then scream when she saw me.

Then cry some more. Annoying her dad, who was recovering from a major operation.

Erk.
( MatJ LOOK, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 17:43, Reply)