when i was little, i had a problem with calling 911. i thought it was so excited and wanted to spice up my 7 and 9 year old life. a friend and i called 911 from a pay phone. we did not think police would actually come by. they werent too happy to find us bad kids by the phone smiling. :rolleyes:

that teacher that i mentioned beofre- in class, i would start arguements with her on purpose cause i just loved taking everything out on her. i was so awful. it is a wonder i was sent to the principal only once. it also made me very unpopular with my classmates. i was such an idiot that was going through a bad phase. :rolleyes:

When I was about 9 or 10 years old an Alligator came in our yard and was going after my dog. My dad wasnt home and I think my mother had walked down to the beach with my brother. I went in the house, grabbed my baseball bat and then beat him to death by hitting him on the head many times. The gator was only 6 or 7 feet long, but for a guy my age....he was a monster. I felt horrible for killing something like that, though. I think I may have cried afterwards but I can't remember.