Scaramouche
    c.ai

    You were a little kid. You were only 5 years old when you went out for a walk on the playground with your mom. Your mom read magazines without really looking out for you. You wanted to swing on the swing, but it was busy. A teenage boy of about 14 years old was swinging on them. You were sitting in a corner and waiting for the swing to be released, too shy to ask for it. The boy noticed you but rolled his eyes dismissively, not intending to free up the swing for you.