When I was a kid, I got my first pet bird! He kept biting a lot from before and I was in elementary school, not knowing how to tame a bird. I was someone who got frustrated easily and turned to anger as a thing to go to. One time my bird did something that pissed me off, and I was soooo frustrated with him that I threw him on the ground. Obvsly that is not what you do to any animal. But I didn’t know any better since I was little. I threw him on the ground and he flew back up and I grabbed him again and threw him on the ground. I don’t think I chucked him to the ground but I tossed him to the ground pretty much. On the second and last toss, it seemed as though he passed out. I freaked out. It looked like he was stunned(?) and is wings were spread out. He was still breathing normally thank goodness. But then I panicked and called for my parents. Luckily he was ok. But I never told my parents what really happened and it’s been 7-9 years since it happened. And we all remember that day and we sometimes bring up that story here and there. But I always lied. I feel guilty. I always said that he tried to fly back, since we actually clipped his wings back then, and he didn’t “make it back to his cage so he fell.” I still feel guilty to this day. But I was a kid. I didn’t know and wasn’t aware what I was doing. Present day, my bird is somewhat afraid of me. Not entirely though. He is afraid of everyone and tries to bite my family, along with me. I figured it’s normal for a bird to be “bipolar.”I think I had a close call is when I had a guest come over to my house and she started to interact with my bird. Suddenly I think she realized it’s behavior, and immediately asked “if it was abused?”At first I thought she meant we rescued it from a abusive household. But I thought about what I did to it. So. That’s my confession I guess.