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Bad things you did in your childhood

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Me and a mate threw another kid down a large stone staircase after he teased us and ran away a few times.

Set Fire to waste ground next to school and fire brigade got called.

Shot people and friends with air pistol.

Made weapons.

Tried to make explosives. Mate was stealing ingredients from chemistry class.

Stupid vandalism.

Challenged kid to a knife fight, and intended to follow through.

All very embarrassing and not things I'd talk about normally.
 
If we're talking teenage years then;

Sprayed air freshener in my brothers mouth.

Graffiti

Lots of drunken fights

Bunking school every day to get stoned in the underpass

Stealing stuff from shops

Sex in public spaces (at night, not during the day where there were people to witness it)

Probably loads of other stuff.
 
When I was in 1st grade, the class had a guinea pig that each kid would take in for the weekend.
The weekend I had it, a classmate came over, and we played toss with the poor guinea pig. At one point, we dropped him.

I still feel terrible to this day, realizing how terrified he must have been, and thinking we could have broken his leg when he fell. I hope we didn't, but I'll never know. I really wish I could erase that memory.

As for fighting back, I definitely had violent reactions well into my teens. I never would have started a fight, but I've bit a kid hard enough to make him bleed and let go of my hair, and broken a nose with my elbow when someone was trying to cheat on a test by looking at my copy. Somehow, I never got suspended or in much trouble, though, because I was the super shy, skinny girl with great grades, and none of the staff ever believed I could turn into a kid who would hurt bigger boys.
 

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