I was 9 years old in 4th grade with a classmate named K.
One time when I saw a portly woman walk alongside someone I thought was K, but probably wasn't.
K once said that her mom makes her eat salads "so she doesn't get fat". Then I replied that her mom was fat, not K.
I did not know what mean words I said until I remembered this event much later. Yeah, my social skills took a while to develop. It's been several years and K still goes to my school, although I doubt she remembers this.

































