But still, it bothers me, because everything does

One time in kindergarten another girl in my class took my scarf. I laughed, she was joking. I tried to get it back. She ran around the entire playground with it, and we had a massive wooden play ground. She ran around with it, until she was standing on a bridge dangling it down and I was on the ground trying to jump up and get it. I started crying. She laughed at me and everyone who was watching my struggle started laughing at me too. I feel this is indicative of who I am as a person.