I was a bit of a loudmouth, and I was in an environment where the elements aligned to have kids smack the hell outta me once in a while.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In general I was a good kid. It usually took a lot to make me mad. But once I reached the boiling point, I lost all rational control. Totally without thinking, when my anger was aroused, I grabbed the nearest brick, rock, or stick to bash someone. It was as if I had no conscious will in the matter.
We always had so many kids in our family, running around the yard, sweaty little kids jumping in and out of the pool, the front door and back doors swinging open and shut, all of the parents getting pissed off telling us to stay outside.
Even at an early age, I rebelled against my strict upbringing. When I was 9, I built myself a 'make-out fort' in our backyard from wood, filled it with candy, and invited my blond, blue-eyed neighbor over to kiss.
I was like one of those nauseatingly nice children. I was very, very well behaved and boring.
I was a disruptive child.
I was always a relatively quiet and introspective kid.
I was pretty quiet as a child.
I was raised in a very sheltered, narrow environment.
My upbringing was solid because of the people I had around me.
That whole environment was just incompatible with my beliefs and my personality. It was a dark time for me.