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Probably like 8 years old, spending some quality time in the daycare center while my mom tried to keep healthy in the fitness club. I was building a magnificent castle with Duplo blocks. I reached a critical point in the design that required balance and timing. I think I had to hold one large but unstable piece of a wall up with my hand while I grabbed a block to join it with another section of wall, forming an arch. Just at that moment a dumb baby came durdling over on all fours. I tried to shoo it off but it happily crashed into my work, setting me back several minutes. I gave the baby a healthy shove from its diaper end, and it face planted into the spare Duplos. Baby started screaming, I quickly scootched off a few feet away from the scene, and the daycare employee came over in a panic, wondering what happened to the baby. I just continued with my architecture and acted confused by why the baby was making such a ruckus. Didn't get blamed for anything. The hosed up part is that I distinctly remember thinking to myself that I can get away with it because I myself am a young child, and the baby can't talk.
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