I feel displaced. (things I'm sorry for: part one)

Today I wandered around an empty greenhouse.
I decided to like my classes.
And this font.

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Once, when we were about 5, my cousin and I tricked Violet, our Jamaican nanny, into thinking we got kidnapped.  We covered the bedroom in muddy footprints and climbed out the window. It turned into a big snafu and was just a generally unpleasant experience. Especially for Violet.  She was a wreck and I was the one responsible for wreaking havoc on her undeserving nerves. Thinking of this makes me feel the kind of guilty that sticks to my bones and makes my stomach feel like a volcano.  I still think of her and what I would say to her if I ever see her again.  I think I would start with I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for being a terror who considered no ones feelings but her own.