That list you created nov_silence, I certainly hope makes you feel proud of yourself for admitting and sharing. Not easy, huh...Not easy at all. This is a great example and you certainly have great courage and are following through with what anthony asked in creating this thread...for Honesty. Each time we share our mistakes and wrongs from the past we certainly make it easier for the next person to own, hopefully forgive and let go of, and do so to. Maybe this idea is not such a 'bad' idea after all.

Here goes more very poorly judged chooses, decisions and wrong doing, in my past, on my part: 6th Grade:

Freind and I rolled a rubber tire down a large hill and into the direction of someone's deck.

While allowed to work on art project alone in class during recess, I stole $60. from teacher's purse, later called my eldest sister from school to come and collect $20. of it for what I then assumed was for drugs.

During pad'a'lock demo in class I didn't return mine, instead stashed it, and teach later discovered it tucked hidden in my art project upon closet shelf. Very little was said.

....this feels almost sickening of me to continue adding to this along with the rest of you, as please nobody get me wrong, as I'm not proud of any of my anti-social wrongs and behaviors, and happy to have an over-developed conscious in my adult years.

1. lied to co workers so I could stay home "sick"
2. Made my father believe I ran away (14). I hid in the combine and camper all night.
3. Faked an injury for attention but it also landed me in the hospital (to treat fake injury)
4. Drowned kittens in the cow water tank.

I voted for Bush both times... First time I did not regret, second time I do... But they had him up against such nuts it was a hard choice.

10 yrs. old:
Stole $200. from my mother's boyfriends daughter, hid it behind poster in my room, and later had to get it and return it as mother's threats were to great a risk.

Took my sisters dress and cut it down to size to fit me.

Stole my sisters or mothers food stamps and went to the store and bought $60. of candy.

-Stole a peppermint patty from the 7-11 when I was around 5 or 6.. Couldn't even eat it I felt so bad.

-Lied to get out of appointments so I don't have to face anyone.

-Kept the years of molestation secret for the "sake" of my family members.. I still do this to this day, although I don't want to keep it secret anymore considering I have paid the highest price, my own sanity.

-I actually enjoy the thought of making my family uncomfortable in the highest degree if I were to finally blow this shit in the wide open like it should have been years ago.

-The only truly horrible thing I've ever done I am literally too embarrassed to put here where the entire internet can view it. It happened years and years ago... Let's just say that won't ever happen again.

Kells, I wasn't going to comment but, when I ever saw this posted just below my (I stole my sisters or mothers food stamps and went to the store and bought $60. worth of candy), I cracked up laughing!

You reminded me of the very first thing I ever considered stealing and it was a piece of 2 cent candy from candy bins at the store. I was 5.

Kells, I have a sweet little 6 yr. girl that I hope never steals in her lifetime. If she does however, steal a piece of candy, she's none the less sweeter.

Now are you going to tell us what the one and truly only horrible thing you've ever done is so that the whole wide internet world can view it?
........................oh what's that? I'm hearing a voice.....I think you're saying,.............NO!
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL

If that's so, then Perfectly Understandable!
Best to You, Kells...

9 yrs. old, Took a small wrapped present from top of desk at friend's home, opened it and found two bars of soap. My sister squealed on me to mother whom then called the town cops who came to our house, spoke and talked to me.

As teenager, another friend and I entered into same friend's home, snooped around, found and stole a couple cans of Chef Boyardeee Beef Ravioli's, the phone rang and I answered it. It was my aunt, who knew damb right well nobody belonged in that house at that time. Before we could leave, and she arrived at the door, I vomited uncontrollably in the sink.

......I'm beginning to understand that someone, anyone, might be thinking that I think, this is a 'I did that I'm proud of it thread', after reading how many entries I've put into it. I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking this. But, No! It still remains to me, shameful and disgusting, bad shit, yet honest, wrong choices I made in my past. The only ones that may ever come to truly understand my list of misbehaviors and bad shit, is perhaps, God and me.

Well. Let me think....

I shoplifted about 3 tons of chocolate between the age of 10 and 15.

At 13, I used to take money from the psychobrother's paperround collection bag and buy myself more chocolate. My pocket money had been stopped cos psychobrother thought it was unfair that I still got pocket money and he didn't. (Found out that my mother knew what I was doing and just put the same amount of money back - never challenged me about it once).

Ran off with some friends' clothes when they had gone skinnydipping in a local pond.

Keyed my psychobrother's car.

Skipped Sundayschool. Yes - I will go to hell!

Stole alcohol from my parents' cupboard - they never touched the stuff and never noticed it had gone.

Accidentally tore a seat cover and let my eldest brother take the blame (only one I feel bad about).

That's about it for now. Of course, I am now a complete angel!!!!

That was you!!!!!???? I was the one in the pond! I spent the whole night naked with bug bites in a tent with another guy! He didn't seem to mind....

1. Became a friend on purpose to a girl that wasn't liked in school and led her to believe that I was her friend then dropped her as soon as we went to middle school.
2. Lied to kids who asked what happened to my mother. I said she was a terrible person and had to be put in jail and that was why I was here...
3. I'm more lenient on one of my children then the other.

The seat reminded me of something not bad to me but my mom was beyond pissed. About 8 yo I for some reason decided to carve a face in one of the varnished kitchen chairs. Did not admit it until I was around 27 LOL. And after seeing how easy they scratch up with my own kids I do not see the big deal, but I was scared for so long! Even as an adult!

And Piglet, sorry, the clothes is just too damn funny. I would still do something like that today if the chance... I hope that does not make me bad!

As far as kid stuff I was locked in a mental hospital at 13 for a month. Parents thought I was going to kill myself over some boy... My behavior would have been more homicidial for me to look back on it, he was a jerk and I was "in luv"... He kissed another girl and of course I was upset. They found a note that I went off on him in.

I was a good kid up to that point really, just a bit dark, Goth style before they had a name for it here. I was stuck in there with teens that have issues like we do now (remember at this age I did not have recall of bro and thought abuse was dislipline like every other kid). I decided it would be ammusing to play head games with docs as my past time. I was pissed over being placed in there, and man that place was depressing, even with the cages over the bulbs of the lamps in our rooms. Total lock down. We were the "emotional problem" side and another group of teens we could see through the glass beyond the workers, nurses, who ever they were (babysitters basically) were the drug rehab teens.

Made eyes at a cute guy with such long hair so pretty and we passed off numbers at a co mingle they allowed once. I called him when I was released and at that point decided if I was going to be treated like that I would give them cause... Lost my virginity to a thug (rehab teen) and point blank told my mother at the table. After picking myself up out of the floor in the next room I realized my step dad had no problem punching a girl in the face and made note to self, be an ass when he is not in arms reach! Twin just sat there shocked and quiet and eveyone went back to eatin supper with me bleeding with a fried mouth and face ... Yes, very functional family. He is a vet who is a drunk with serious anger managment issues. Not that I did not deserve a back hand, I had that much coming but that was a bit over kill as were most of the times he hit us.

And to think I could have saved my virginity for my husband... Not a better choice, but still really bad judgement and hurt myself, not them.