She swan up to me a smiled something like an angel. Short brown hair wetted down from a ful day of swiming in the sun and shinning blue eyes. My friend likes you. Well who is your friend I mutter beneath a nercous breath.
She is over there. The girl points and I look. Another angel. This time with deep green eyes that remind me of a lush grass field after a nights rain. As I look she swims over to me with a smirk and point to her friend. She is a liar, I think you are ugly as hell. Ten years later and I still cant face a beautiful women without beads of sweat and a nervous twitch. It is involentary. The things we know as a kid make us who we are today I guess. That girl took my confidence and as no clue how she affected my life. It is not her fault really. I should have passed it off and found somthing else to think about. But no. I let it fester inside me and now I am a wreck when it comes to things I want.
It is not your fault little girl. I would forgive you even if it was but there is nothing to forgive.
Sometimes I think about random things.
-roguemind 
Our childlike perceptions only hold us back, we constantly change and grow, hence our perceptions are altered, we must adjust our mores accordingly.