Killed a whole lot of ducks and chicks, when I was really young, like 4 or 5 I guess, and my parents kept buying them, just because I wanted more.
Stole a couple of toys from some classmates in elementary school.
But the thing Im most ashamed of, is ignoring a childhood friend when she needed help the most, just because my mother told me so.
I even had some feelings for the girl, event though she was a bitch sometimes. the story is a bit complicated and I dont know all the details, but Im pretty sure my father and the girl's father, were doing some shady shit together.
One day the girls father dies and her mother has mental breakdown, so she goes to live with her grandma. after sometimes, her grandma comes to my house asking for financial help, bringing the girl along.
my mother refuses because my father was in jail, so we could not afford it.
That was the last time I saw or heard about her and I didnt even speak to her, because my mother said we had to cut ties, even though she was sorry about it.
I still feel like shit to this day about it. I wish I had the balls
To disobey my mother and keep contact with her.
Ps im not black nor was the girl.