When I was 7 years old and in gymnastics class, one of my classmates fell off the balance beam during our final performance. She turned red with humiliation. I laughed and yelled, “she meant to fall over the beam, but she fell under the beam!” over and over, until everyone else was laughing too.
When I was 13, I hijacked my friend’s yearbook and scratched “ugly bitch” on everyone’s face who I thought was ugly. And a bitch.