I don't think I ever did anything especially bad when I was a little kid that I knew was bad. Like one time in 1st grade, we had this kid that had some sort of disability (to this day, I can't figure out what it was; maybe cerebral palsy?) and he was annoying me, so I pushed him away and he fell. I didn't know he had a disability, I thought he was just strange. Before seven years old, I had never had any sort of experience with people with disabilities.

And then there was that time when I was 4 and I peed blatantly out in public in front of a tree in the school playground. Again, I didn't know it was wrong; for some reason I was alone and I had to go.

Other than those things that jump out in my memory, I didn't really do anything that would've gotten me in trouble. Despite that though, I was generally sneaky and always acted like I was doing something bad...haha, except one time in a department store I stole a toy beeper when I was five. You don't understand how much I wanted that toy beeper. Apparently enough to completely bypass asking my mother for fear that she'd say no because I wasn't taking no for an answer. My older brother saw it in my pocket though on the way home and ratted me out.