Just to give a background - I am from India, 29F. This happened when I was around 10 years old.

I was visiting my aunt for summer holidays and she lived on 2nd floor in an apartment complex. One pleasant afternoon when I was in food coma, lying down blissfully and watching TV I heard a commotion outside. Curious, I went out to investigate the source of noise - Turns out there was a domestic fight going on between a husband and wife and the husband was being really aggressive and hitting the wife. They were fighting right beside our building and I was watching from upstairs.

Now, I was not used to this kind of behavior and didn't like all the hitting and yelling. I am peace loving and tend to avoid confrontations as much as possible.

I was not able to process or handle this new "experience" and HAD to do something to put the poor woman out of her misery. The yelling and hitting HAD to stop, it was getting on my nerves. So I did the first thing that came to my mind - I took a deep breath, gathered a huge ball of spit and spat on the man from 2nd floor.

SPLAT!!!

It hit my target and he was momentarily taken by surprise and instinctively looked up to see where this came from. I did what any "brave" self respecting kid would do in that situation - run away :D

I went back to my aunt's home and quietly sat in a room without telling anyone about it. A little while later I heard someone talking to my aunt outside but I didn't dare step out. She came to me and asked if I spit on someone and I outrightly denied it. It seems someone had come upstairs saying they saw someone do it but wasn't sure who it was as that floor had couple more houses. I did not want to probe her further about it because I was feeling guilty and wanted that episode to pass as quickly as possible! I know it's not a good thing to lie but at that point in time I didn't want any more trouble.

No one ever spoke about it again and that's that.