I was an intense child. I had the embarrassing habit of telling random people how much I wanted to kill them and then what strange methods I would use. That was age 4.
Recently I reread my old grade school journal, at 10 I said:
"Quite honestly though, even now I don't think my life very interesting or important in the least, a rich 10 year old who's greatest accomplishments are a few school essays and high grades. But the point is, what do I, or most children at my school have to show for their comfortable upbringing?"
I must have been an ass.
