So this was a few years ago. It was a Saturday morning and I felt like going to the park to play a bit of handball. I knew no one would be there that early to play but I just wanted to hit the ball around by myself. After playing around for what felt like maybe 10 minutes I saw this little kid (he had to be like 5 or 6) riding his bike around the other courts. He kept looking at me and it was kinda weird at first but I ignored it. At one point he got off his bike and kinda just watched me play and tbh it was cute. This gave me flashbacks to when I first learned how to play. I was probably a couple years older but I remember watching some older guy play around by himself and I was curious. He asked me if I wanted to play and he proceeded to show me the rules of the game and I really enjoyed myself to the point where many years later I still enjoy the game as a fun exercise.
Anyways after this little flashback I decide to follow in that one guys footsteps and ask the kid, "you wanna learn how to play?" The kid had the cutest smile on his face and ran up to me. I'm not sure if the kid spoke English or what because he never spoke a word but whatever. I hit the ball softly to him off the wall as he proceeded to fail over and over again but he was having fun so it made me happy to see. It just felt pretty awesome to think that maybe many years from now this kid will look at this moment similar to how I did about my first experience learning how to play.
It had to be maybe like 5 minutes or so of hitting the ball to the kid that I then saw what I assume was the kids mom come onto the court. She was some asian foid and called to her kid in some language I didn't understand. I gave a little smile and nod to her and she did the same. But for a split second I noticed this weird expression on her face. It's hard to describe but it was like extreme fear and unrelenting hatred at the same time. It was so fast I barely noticed but something felt really off to me. I brushed it off as nothing as they walked away and I continued to hit the ball around.
Maybe like 15 or so minutes later I see a cop car start to pull up on the curb next to the handball court and out come these two incredibly jacked frat looking dudes. They come into the court and ask me for a quick word. For some reason I had this feeling in my stomach like I had to take a humongous shit as I was so nervous for some reason. The one cop asked me how I was doing and I simply relied, "I'm doing good sir". The other guy asked what I'm up to and I simply explain that I'm just hitting the ball around. By this point I'm sounding incredibly nervous and I know they know it. The one guy asks me to calm down and simply says that there was a call that I was causing a disturbance. I literally had no words and shrugged my shoulders in confusion.
Out the corner of my eye however...way down the end of the park I see the mom and her kid looking down at me and at that point I started to understand what was happening. I tried to explain it to the cops my little flashback story but my speech was so stuttered and nervous that I probably did come across as some pedo freak. After my pathetic story the one cop seemed remorseful but told me at some point, "we understand son but we're going to have to ask you to leave the park." I simply nodded my head as I was fighting back tears and slowly left the park. I remember thinking in my head to walk away slowly because I was scared of them thinking I was trying to run away.
When I got home I just went into my room and broke down in tears. From this day I've been completely terrified of children but mostly being near any dumb bitch with her spawn. These women hate me so much that playing a game with their kid for 5 minutes is enough for them to call cops on me hoping I get blown away. Looking back now I kinda wish I did just get shot by them.
Anyways after this little flashback I decide to follow in that one guys footsteps and ask the kid, "you wanna learn how to play?" The kid had the cutest smile on his face and ran up to me. I'm not sure if the kid spoke English or what because he never spoke a word but whatever. I hit the ball softly to him off the wall as he proceeded to fail over and over again but he was having fun so it made me happy to see. It just felt pretty awesome to think that maybe many years from now this kid will look at this moment similar to how I did about my first experience learning how to play.
It had to be maybe like 5 minutes or so of hitting the ball to the kid that I then saw what I assume was the kids mom come onto the court. She was some asian foid and called to her kid in some language I didn't understand. I gave a little smile and nod to her and she did the same. But for a split second I noticed this weird expression on her face. It's hard to describe but it was like extreme fear and unrelenting hatred at the same time. It was so fast I barely noticed but something felt really off to me. I brushed it off as nothing as they walked away and I continued to hit the ball around.
Maybe like 15 or so minutes later I see a cop car start to pull up on the curb next to the handball court and out come these two incredibly jacked frat looking dudes. They come into the court and ask me for a quick word. For some reason I had this feeling in my stomach like I had to take a humongous shit as I was so nervous for some reason. The one cop asked me how I was doing and I simply relied, "I'm doing good sir". The other guy asked what I'm up to and I simply explain that I'm just hitting the ball around. By this point I'm sounding incredibly nervous and I know they know it. The one guy asks me to calm down and simply says that there was a call that I was causing a disturbance. I literally had no words and shrugged my shoulders in confusion.
Out the corner of my eye however...way down the end of the park I see the mom and her kid looking down at me and at that point I started to understand what was happening. I tried to explain it to the cops my little flashback story but my speech was so stuttered and nervous that I probably did come across as some pedo freak. After my pathetic story the one cop seemed remorseful but told me at some point, "we understand son but we're going to have to ask you to leave the park." I simply nodded my head as I was fighting back tears and slowly left the park. I remember thinking in my head to walk away slowly because I was scared of them thinking I was trying to run away.
When I got home I just went into my room and broke down in tears. From this day I've been completely terrified of children but mostly being near any dumb bitch with her spawn. These women hate me so much that playing a game with their kid for 5 minutes is enough for them to call cops on me hoping I get blown away. Looking back now I kinda wish I did just get shot by them.
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