In grade school, I was a bully up until the time everyone else caught up to me and my height. I'd spread rumors about girls I didn't like, I'd exclude people from playing dodgeball or jump rope with us, and I didn't hesitate to beat up boys -- never in school, always at the local library down the road or at the little store near the library.

My half sister and I fought all the time, but I remember this one particular time where she just pissed me off so much, I took a bunch of rocks in my hands, aimed at her face, and attacked her while she unsuspectingly watched TV.

But my proudest moments came with my late golden retriever, Makamae. Makamae liked pissing on my brother's bed for some reason...and even though I knew this was going on, I never let him know about it. He'd complain about a funky smell, but I loved knowing the fact he was sleeping in dog piss every night. To this day he still doesn't know about it.