I said earlier I couldn't remember much bad that I've done, but my aunt just reminded me of some things, and then that triggered some memories of my own...
I used to steal other kid's candy at school and eat it during recess, and punch the other kids if they tried to take the candy away from me. I guess it was quite a chronic problem as my parents had to be called in about it.
When my brother was about a year old (I was 11 at the time), I used to give him stuff he wasn't supposed to have, then tell my stepmum, and she'd take it away from him. I liked seeing him get upset and cry when the item was taken away.
My grandparents had a farm with sheep and other animals. I used to tease the sheep, trying to get them to run at me, in front of the closed barn door. Then at the last minute I'd jump out of the way, and the sheep would crash their heads into the door. They'd do it over and over again and never learn. Sheep are really dense.
About 5 years ago, when I first came to live here, I felt depressed one night and went to emergency. The psychiatrist who saw me was kind of an idiot, said I was bipolar, gave me a prescription for lithium and let me go. I took the lithium to a rave and sold the pills individually and used the money to buy a bike.