There was one time where I felt really bad:
On a bus in Atlanta a kid kept staring at me. Now usually after I smile, they smile too. They won't come to me, but they'll smile at me. Then if I make a face, they'll laugh. Well the kid on the bus many moons ago didn't laugh. They flat out started to scream cry like someone hit them. I wanted to hide, but instead confessed that I was just trying to be friendly to the kid, and scared them. I didn't dare tell the mom that I was making silly faces at their child. I
The Mom huffed, and puffed and blew the bus down. Ok not really.
I felt like she gave me the death stare. You'd think after apologizing that she'd be ok. Nope! I hope she didn't think I was a creeper that was trying to win over her kid, and kidnap him. No, No, No!
There were a lot of times where I didn't feel bad at all:
My cousin's kids are the types that won't come to me at first. They kind of giggle, and run away.
I crawl over to them and say, "BOO!" They giggle some more.
Then we exchange silly faces.
After that we're the best of friends. I even let them use my camera.