When I was younger, my father used to pick my sister and I up for the weekends. We shared the same bedroom, which was actually his, he would sleep on the pull-out couch. Anyways, I was approx 4 years old and my sister was 2 yrs old. One Sunday morning, I decided to play with a book of matches. The fire and smell it made was pretty sweet so I guess I wanted to see how it was when I lit an entire comic book on fire. The problem was though, the comic book didn't exactly go out as easily as a single match, so I panicked, twirled around in a few circles, and flung it in the corner of the room. Well, my father isn't a very organized man and this corner was littered with boxes, paper, my sister's wool coat and a plethora of other highly flammable objects. That little comic book turned into a pretty beast of a fire, about 6 feet tall...pretty fcuking quickly. So, I calmly woke up my father "Daddy...Daddy....Fire" He's like "wtf" and goes into the room and starts to go apeshit on this beast of a flame with his bare hands and other things to mush it out, all the while I am scared shitless as to the consequences of this atrocity which started out as a simple curiousity factor. So after burnt hands, and the entire corner totally burnt to a crisp and everything just royally fucked up, my father gathers his wits about him and asks me what happened. I just pointed at my innocent little sister in her playpen. Yep, she did it. For some reason, my father believed me and my sister was fucked. Throughout the years, that story came up more than a few times at gatherings, etc...and the rub is that even my sister, herself, always believed that she was the one to actually burn down the bedroom. So, for 18 years, my sister was the pyro of the family and I kept the secret to myself, until one night, about 4 years ago, while drinking more than a few beers with my father, I spilled the beans and laughed my tits off.
That was the beginning of me setting many fires in my youth. I once made a "cocktail" with my cousins, skipped through some yards and threw the fucker into the middle of a sidestreet, creating a blazing inferno that totally demolished about 4 or 5 front yards, along with a small car. I think I shit my pants that night, hiding in a basement while the cops were on foot everywhere with their flashlights trying to find the culprits.
And then there are the times when me, some friends, and cousins, would randomly walk up to poor unexpecting kids and literally beat the fucking pants outta them for no apparent reason. Some of the beatings were really bad. Just really fucked up shit.
There are more things but those immediately pop to mind. I was a fucking IDIOT when I was younger.