When I was a kid my family went to the cottage for the summer and I spent the morning catching polliwogs before going out on the boat fishing for a couple of hours.
When I got back, my brother had cut them all into little pieces with a hunting knife.
As a little kid as soon as we arrived at the vacation home I used to rush at the kitchen grab my butterknife an go cut earthworms in the garden.
I was persuaded I was multiplying them
Of course when I learnt that I had actually killing them, hundreds of them, I stopped right away. OP is a psychopath.
I saw in a documentary that kids often learn to not be harmful to animals by getting caught doing so. We're not born with empathy for other living creatures. It's instilled in us by, hopefully, watchful adults.
As a little kid my brother, my cousin and me would have rolly polly races. Whenever they'd get tired we'd kind poke/stab their back part with our nails. When that stopped working we'd just kill them.
My brother also shot at birds with a slingshot. Never hit one though.
As a little kid my brother, my cousin and me would have rolly polly races. Whenever they'd get tired we'd kind poke/stab their back part with our nails. When that stopped working we'd just kill them.
My brother also shot at birds with a slingshot. Never hit one though.
When I was four years old my family went to Kauai, Hawaii for vacation for Easter. Flanking the beach were these little tide pools formed from lava rock that would collect crabs, sea urchins and little fish when the tide would go out. I went with my older brother and found a snail, so I put him in a styrofoam cup and brought him back to our hotel. I named him Ralph, and I considered him my first ever pet.
After a while my family said "well he's from the sea so he'll need some water". So we poured some tap water into the cup for him, and he seemed to be doing fine. Then my older sister said "hey, the ocean is salt water. Better add salt!" So my dad added salt, and Ralph promptly died.
I was devastated. Ruined the rest of my trip, I cried for days over my dead pet snail (that I had for like 2 hours tops).
That was 27 years ago.
and I'll never forgive my sister and dad for what they did to Ralph
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