I entitle this collection: "I was a little bastard".
I can't believe how much of a nasty little shit I was as a kid. These aren't quite "accidental", in the sense that I chose to do these things, and didn't realise I was such a bastard. Some selected moments:

10 years old. Swotty snooty girl whose dad had recently died was annoying me. What was the best retort I could summon? "I'm glad your dad's dead!"

12 years old. Kid in our class was dying of cancer. I hated him because the girl I fancied had befriended him and paid all her attention to him. He finally died. The newspaper did a story on how "brave" he was, and everyone at school talked about it. I said: "He wasn't brave, he was a cry-baby little bastard!"

13 years old. Learning about Islam in RE class, shi'ite muslims, etc. I yelled out "The Shites are pissed!" Right in front of the RE teacher.

14 years old. In a formal geography essay I somehow thought it would be funny to call the French "Froggy gits". It wasn't funny any more when I was locked in a room with my Geography teacher, my French teacher, the head of Humanities and the Deputy Headmaster, to question why I seemed to dislike the French so much.

Now a non-bastard story! 14 years old. A full assembly in the hall for the whole school. Since every pupil was there, chairs had run out, and I had to sit on a box. After the full hour assembly, the headmaster said: "One final thing. The boy sat THERE" -- pointing at me -- "has been kicking the box he's been sitting on ALL HOUR. I hope he will apologise to all of us for the annoyance he has caused." I had no idea I was accidentally banging the base of the box with my heels. Earth... swallow... me!

Those are just selected moments of the secondary school years. I surpassed myself later.
( SqueakyG, Thu 22 Apr 2004, 3:12, Reply)