When I was in about the 7th grade, I couldn’t believe how cruel the kids in the lower grades were. They were doing barbaric things to any toad they happened to find. Killing them in grotesque manners. A friend and I gathered up all the live toads around the school, and released them away from the children.
That was me too. I could never understand what was so fun about causing a creature pain.
Once I saw some boys throwing rocks under a shed. I looked under and saw a baby bunny. Needless to say, they faced my wrath and when I pulled it out and took it away, they all stood around looking sheepish. Also needless to say, it sometimes didn’t make me very popular…
I once shot and killed a sparrow with my BB gun, just because I could. It’s the one youthful act of which I am most ashamed. Unlike hunting squirrel, rabbit etc., which put food on the table, the sparrow’s death served no purpose.
Well, you know, that speaks well for you. What concerns me is when some people don’t grow out of it.
Everyone can forgive youthful mistakes, everyone has made them. I didn’t hurt animals but I probably did just about everything else you shouldn’t do…
