Rat's is still worse. Maybe you should read it.
Maybe its just me but that story wasnt that big of a deal. Every sh*tty school I've been in since middle grade has seen a handfull of guys beating up on the special ed kids. its sad really (cept the time i saw two of the special ed kids fighting each other out on the athletic feild. it wasn't a real fight, they were playing around immitating their favorite wrestlers. I only thought it was funny because of how well their impressions were, it was like i was watching a real WWE match!)
Let me elaborate on mine. I was about 4 or 5 years old and we were going to visit some family who'd just had a new born. The baby had only recently been released from the hospital after birth was only home for a few days by the time we went to visit. My mom had brought a few gifts for the baby and for the family and had me hold on to them all. We walk into the baby's room and gaze upon him, admiring the beautiful new member of the family and after a few minutes of standing around talking we left. I was still holding on to the plastic shopping bag we had brought the gifts in, which was now empty. I discarded it by hanging it on the corner of the baby's crib..
I honestly don't remember what happened next. I must of blocked it out, or maybe i was just too young to remember the full details about it. At least thats what i tell myself. I know I blocked it out because i can remember all the other details vividly. The room was small, the crib was placed near an open window on a nice sunny day. The bag was left on the right corner, closest to the window, it was a yellow bag from the supermarket nearby.. The wind must of picked up the bag and tossed it around until it landed where it did.
The only thing i remember after leaving that room is leaving their house. I remember everyone being really quiet, but maybe i just blocked out the crying. I didnt cry, i didn't understand what was going on at the time, but i did have this feeling of guilt come over me, i knew i had done something wrong.
We've never talked about it in my family. After the funeral, that aunt and uncle and their two other kids left the country after that. I haven't seen or heard from them since.