Another one for the wishing well

I bet you don't think I remember. You probably think that I was too young and it was too insignificant to remember. But I do. I remember.  I knew what I was doing too. I knew I could get in trouble. I knew there were gonna be consequences. I even knew there was a chance the broken glass could cut me, maybe even severely. But I don't think you understood my purpose. I was fighting back. I was trying to hurt the bad thing. I wanted to injure it or kill it if I could. Of course I wish I could have, but even more, I wish you would've taken notice. I wish it would have made a difference.