You remind me of when I bit the camp counselor (she said nothing could hurt her so all the kids were bending her fingers back, pinching her, etc. and I got the idea to bite her and we were all doing that) and she went and "told" the camp nurse who came and started yelling at me and berating me furiously, obviously without the whole story as to who started this dumb activity (yes, I am a rabid dog and deliberarly bit a person without warning? Come on, adults, use your heads!) and it was the last day of camp and I so wanted my stepmother to come and yell at the nurse who'd made me cry and to whom I couldn't explain or argue with as she was a powerful adult. But my stepmother couldn't come that last day of camp when everyone else's mother came and was looking at their projects and what they'd done and beaming proudly and I was all alone and miserable. I had to take the camp bus home as usual but on this day there were only 2 other campers whose family hadn't come to pick them up instead of the usual 25-30.