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Obligatory this happened eleven years ago, but still haunts me to this day. Also, I'm on mobile, in case formatting is wonky.
My family and I were spending one of our last days before moving out of state at a Gattitown entertainment center. There was bumper cars, arcade games, and way too many little children running around. None of it appealed to grumpy, antisocial, teenage me. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but I was bravely enduring it all. My mother granted me the high honor of keeping an eye on my youngest sibling, who was about 6. I let her run around and enjoy herself for a while, but eventually I sensed that we would be leaving soon, and I needed to have her with me. So, without much of a glance, I reached out and grabbed what I thought was my little sister. Was the sight size and shape, after all. I stood there, hating life, watching children run around screaming, and was only mildly aware that my sister was struggling furiously against me. So I tightened my grip, because I did not want to have her slipping away and running off. I'm not a runner, I'm not chasing a kid around an arcade. She kept struggling, and finally, I look down to scold her for trying to get away when we're about to leave, and— Oh. That is not my sister. That is a stranger. I let the poor girl go like her wrist was scorching hot, and didn't even have time to apologize before she was booking it across the entertainment center. Probably to run and tell her parents that someone just tried to kidnap her. I was instantly grateful we were leaving soon, and would also be moving out of state, because I was certain the law would be after me for that.
TLDR; I grabbed some random kid instead of my sister at a child's entertainment center and probably gave the poor thing trauma for life.
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