Unfiltered Story #32422

Unfiltered | July 17, 2016

(I am around eight years old and seeing both my parents are working most school holidays, I have to go to another primary school for vacation care, as mine is too small to afford it. I didn’t like the school I had to go to because that almost everyone was a jerk. I am playing with some fairly nice kids in a somewhat secluded part of the yard, but not out of sight of the teachers, when we are called over.)

Teacher: You shouldn’t be playing back there. If you can’t see us, we can’t see you, and if something were to happen, nobody could help you.

Me: But we could see you! And you could see us, that’s how you knew we were there.

Teacher: It doesn’t matter. You’re not allowed to play back there.

(I don’t miss the place.)