a peek inside the fishbowl

1 | mark

January 9th, 2009 at 9:32 am

Snuck out a 22 calibre rifle with a friend when I was 11 years old and shot a poor innocent squirrel (although he killed the squirrel). Ever since that day I have been making amends to every squirrel I meet.

2 | Virtually There

January 9th, 2009 at 9:38 am

push my sister (who was only about 4 at the time) while we were playing in the bathtub (not during a bath by the way) causing her to hit her head against the tap and split it open.

Needless to say, I got in big trouble… from my parents and the nurse who was treating my sister.

3 | Carrie

January 9th, 2009 at 9:52 am

When I was really young, I was riding the school bus home and for some reason decided to pass the time by etching a bunch of swear words into the frost on the glass with my finger. I didn’t even really know what they meant, I was so young. I didn’t realize it would be completely visible to the older kids sitting across the aisle, and I got called out on it, big time. I don’t know if that’s the WORST thing I ever did, but it still sticks out in my mind!

4 | Sara

January 9th, 2009 at 10:14 am

When I was 9, I broke a window playing tennis off of a side of a public building in my little community… then lied and said I saw some other kid to do it, to which my Mom went and reported it to the local authorities… to this day I have never told her the truth about that little incident!!

5 | words words

January 9th, 2009 at 10:18 am

I was an obnoxious know-it-all. When other kids were reading aloud in class, I was the jerk who yelled out the word they were stumbling over. Loudly.

6 | Lynn

January 9th, 2009 at 10:27 am

I’m surprised you are getting people to answer this question! I recently wrote a blog entry apologizing to my older sister for all the crap I did to her as a kid, but really, that was all just typical sibling stuff. The damage I did to my two younger sisters is so awful, I still feel guilty about it, and I’d never be able to say it out loud! Maybe by the time they turn 40, I’ll work up to it.

7 | Karen

January 9th, 2009 at 10:50 am

I stole some New Kids on the Block stickers from a convenience store near my old house. The clerk saw me and kept telling me to take them out of my pocket, but I refused. I’m more ashamed about WHAT I stole, than the whole stealing thing itself.

8 | lacoop

January 9th, 2009 at 12:17 pm

Geeze, where do I start….

9 | Roz

January 9th, 2009 at 1:55 pm

Drew on my neighbour’s interlock pathway to their front door with INDELIBLE marker

10 | Kent

January 9th, 2009 at 2:27 pm

Just before mothers day when I was 4 or 5 I decided to help my Dad out. We were about to go into town to buy my Mom a gift and I was very excited so I tried to start the car for my Dad before he got in….. with a key from a can of Spam. Jammed up the ignition completely. I never worked properly after that. And mom didn’t get a gift that day. I really don’t remember what we got her that year.
From what I remember my parents were relatively OK with the act, it was done in excitement about getting Mom a present, but they have never let me forget about it.

Kent

11 | Marla

January 9th, 2009 at 7:38 pm

I am too ashamed of the worst thing I ever did to tell. Nobody knows but me, and it still burns when I think of it. Worse than stealing, lying, damaging things, general meanness…maybe I have a case for Post Secret!

12 | andrea

January 9th, 2009 at 7:43 pm

Ooh, Marla! PostSecret might do you some good.

Me: In kindergarten I arrived late for school one day, and when the teacher inquired I made up a grand story about having some sand thrown at me by some big bully. WELL. The principal was called in. So was my mother, who took me home for the rest of the day. (Clearly, because I was so traumatized!)

By this time it was recess. And as we walked through the schoolyard she asked me if I knew who it was. I pointed to some poor boy playing nearby and said it was him. She took him by the ear and marched him indoors. I still wonder if he got the strap.

13 | LO

January 9th, 2009 at 7:54 pm

Just one……? I have too many…….

14 | porter

January 9th, 2009 at 8:06 pm

Easy. In grade six, I ganged up on a grade five girl (kicked gravel at her while she sat on the ground by the slide crying) all because a bully I was afraid of was doing it. I was afraid to be the next victim. I remember the little girls name to this day and although I never got caught for picking on her (and making her cry no less) I felt a whole lotta shame and would love to say sorry to her.

15 | Susan

January 15th, 2009 at 4:55 pm

taking the term “kid” pretty loosely, when I was a teenager, I stole a bracelet from an outdoor stand (like the ones in the market, but this was on the mall). I wasn`t caught, but felt so guilty I turned around and put it back (also not seen) about 10 minutes later.