Answer: Misjudged.
Explanation: When a person first meets another person, it's a human trait to instantly have first impressions, like " wow that's one ugly shirt " or " wow I feel like I could have known this guy all my life ", and while there's nothing wrong with that, it's important to keep ourselves in check, walking the fine line of being judgemental, and being fair, giving them the benefit of the doubt, it's all well worth doing.
I started freestyle skating when I was 12 to 13, ( a fancy way of saying I wasn't professionally taught and did not/do not play hockey ) and skipping forward several years, and I had become decently proficiant at it, skating more then once a week every week, and I felt pretty good about myself, until I moved. I decided to find a local rink, and go skating, obviously. When I first got on, I was a bit clumsy after being a bit rusty, but I still felt good. I then fell. Hard. I looked around from my vantage point on the ground, and, to my horror, there was a group of 4 or 5 guys, about my age, laughing and pointing at me. I felt very embarrassed, I instantly decided that I really disliked all of them and, a few days later while skating, I met one of them. He was literally one of the nicest guys I've met, and I was in total shock, I was sure he was gonna be rather cruel, but no, I let all my preconcieved notions run wild. He's still an awesome friend.
