Mostly little things:
The first time I got into a fight with my best friend, the little boy next door. We were probably in 1st and 2nd grade. He kept calling me a honkey, and I was so mad and frustrated because I couldn’t think of anything worse than “Yeah, well you look like chocolate!” I can still see him riding his bike around in circles while we yelled at each other! We got over it and were friends again pretty quickly.
The first time I thought I was going to die. I called my brother a nigger not knowing what it meant good thing I hadn’t heard that word yet when I got into the fight with my friend. When my mom came flying at me from across the room, I honestly thought she was going to kill me. I was completely terrified, and had no idea what I’d done that was so bad. I have never since called anyone a nigger, and I even have a hard time typing it out for something like this little story!
I remember feeling really guilty over a box of Girl Scout Cookies a little old lady a few streets over had ordered from me. She was so happy and excited to order the cookies, but when they came in I never delivered them. It was only one box of cookies, and I can still picture them sitting in this big bread box on our kitchen counter. I don’t know why I never gave them to her, but I felt terrible. At least she didn’t pay for them.
Other things…sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night with my little brother on Christmas Eve to see what Santa left. The time the neighbor girl peed in a cup, told my brother it was lemonade, and tried to get him to drink it. Hiding in a ditch from some teenagers in a pickup truck that were throwing garbage at me and cutting my hand on barbed wire. Then walking home with blood dripping off my elbow. The time I forced my little brother to eat one of the dried up red things in our parrot’s food, not knowing it was an insanely hot dried pepper (hahahahaha I must be evil because that still makes me laugh).