Damn it Ronny and Mike I'm sorry about the way I treated you.
I considered you a pest and in a way your were. I was ten and you were five and I didn't want to hang out with a smaller kid especially when I had friends over. You were a pest.
Yes you did stupid things like daub paint on my grandfather's barn without permission and yes you did break a few of my toys that you played with without my permission. You were some kid that lived across the street but...........................................
You were only five. Being ten myself I should have cut you some slack. I should not have hit you the way I did. I should not have called you stupid like I did etc.
I'll give this to you-you just didn't get the hint. You kept coming over and getting hit, pantsed and insulted.
I'll never forget the time you had your face near the creek water and I tossed a rock at you that barely missed you and hit the water in front of your face drenching you.
I'll never forget the time I took your pants off in front of those black children who were picking blackberries. I bet you remember that to this day. I bet you hate me.
If I had it to do over again I'd just let you stick aroung and not pick on you nor would I gleefully laugh at you like I did that time when your grandmother beat the s*** out of you.
I'd try instead to help you.
Sorry Mike and Ronny. I did you wrong.