Reading this I got thinking, about things I did as a kid, the numerous 'evil' actions, the things which still give me an eerie feeling. All those things I did, with no sane reason.

I remember as a child, I used to like being parental, at least in that certain phase of my childhood, when I was about 8-9 years old. I loved, carrying babies out on prams, holding them, baby-talking and all that. Both my parents worked, and I was used to being alone at home after school. There were these couple of aunties, who'd popped out babies that time around and I would visit their house and take the babies out, play with them. So, this one sunny afternoon, I asked the aunty, if I could take Ishu out for a ride in his peram and took him out. I took the baby out on the road and wheeled it across, in a swoosh and I kept treating the pram like it was a toy car, I was trying to race. Bad things happen. :)
The baby popped out of the peram and fell onto the road. Strangely enough it wasn't crying but looking around with a puzzled expression. I quickly picked it up, lulled it and took it back home. No bruises, so no confessions, gave him back to his rightful owner and went back home, as if nothing had happened. This other time, I took a 2 year old kid to the swings, put him onto one and "entertained" him, he seemed to like the speed and all that jazz, so I increased it a little and boom! He fell and started crying. Nothing happened to him, but he started crying. Shushed him up and took him for an extra long walk [Yes! I carried him], gave him a big bite of the Toblerone, dad got me and he forgot all about the fall!
I am hoping, I am not this bad with my kids! :D

I was about 8 years old when my dad bought me these amazing red coloured roller skates, I was flaunting them around and rolling my way across the house, when my sister, stopped me and asked me if she could try them on once, I just pushed her to the wall. Nothing major, just pushing her against the wall. But somehow, whenever I think of the look on her face, it makes me feel immensely guilty. Mostly because, she did not react in a rude manner, she just subtly agreed and went about her work, she just looked sad. I don't know why I pushed her. Why did I so meanly pushed her and just left the scene. The thought of that innocent look on her face kills me a little each time.

I had an intense jealous streak in me, when I was a kid. If my mother would buy two chocolates for me and my sister, I'd crush my sister's chocolate a little before giving it to her. For that matter, ice-creams too. Why would I crush it? I just needed mine to be all neat. Weird and mean, I know. It was a long time ago.

Thanks Mac, for the topic! :)
Cheers.