We were taking our annual summer voyage to the Jersey shore when i was about 6, and I had to urinate very badly in the car. Due to the lack of plumbing in the mini van, I was forced to pee in a McDonald's cup. My mother told me to dump it out when we got there. I misinterpreted this however, and slowly rolled down the window. I unleashed 32 ounces of hot urine all over the windshield of the car behind us on the freeway.
When I was about 5, a kid in my cul-de-sac told me that you could kill a person by punching them in the throat. There was a nasty little girl in our neighborhood who one day stole my hockey stick and threw it down the sewer. I was so enraged that I went to my garage and pulled out my bicycle. The girl was playing at the end of her driveway, and I knew this was the time to strike. I gained my speed down the straightaway, and set in for the curve of the cul-de-sac. As I came around to her driveway traveling at top speed, I stuck out my arm and nailed her right in the neck, dropping her to the ground. Needless to say, she didn't die and considering my intentions, my punishment could have been much worse.