When I was 8/9/10 I use to go to the woods behind my house and find and kill small animals and tear them into segments. It was easier if I found them already dead (lots of dogs&foxes in the area), but I didn't mind killing them. It wasn't out of anger, I was just curious and had little sense of mortality. I'd tear their little legs off, and open their stomachs and dig around feeling their guts, spreading them out around the body. Could never make myself take off their heads or tails though - I'm kind of touchy about spines. Best part is that I was such a cute kid and always went to the woods (or lake or wherever I was going) with a dress, hat and basket. I'd tell my mom I had been squishing wild berries.
well when i was around 4 or 5 i killed some baby birds, i didnt want to, i squashed them by accident in my hands. ive regretted it to this day. Ive killed some frogs and bugs, which im not proud of etiher. death is a natural part of life, im sure everyone done things when they were little that seem messed up when older.
ya, when i was around 5 or 6, a neighbor took me to the pond and we decapitated a bunch of frogs. i casually told my mom about it and she was very disappointed. i felt very bad, and have always that grimly about that.
It's always awful to have someone close be dissapointed in you; I feel for ya. But frogs make great popping sounds when you drive over them.
i dont think this alone qualifies as any of us as potential serial killers... i think it shows how curious we were as small children who didn't see a definite line between life and death.
meh i once popped a lizards head off when i was like 6 cause i thought it would be fun. and i used to disect random dead animals i found because i wanted to be a vet.
Ya'll are some sadistic mutha fuckers.....I remember watching my mothers 2nd husband hang my dog with an exstention cord from the top of my house when I was like 10...of course, he used to beat me too....psychotic asshole
My mom said she used to do stuff like that, which is why she always watched me closely for signs that I might do it. Thankfully the worst I ever did was pull the wings off of flies, but all it took was her talking to me about it to instill in me that it was a living being that could be hurt just like me. She instilled empathy in me at an early age and I'm grateful for that. Saved me the screwed up memories I would have had, as I was also a naturally curious child. It's been proven that there is a point in a child's development where they cannot comprehend anything outside of themselves- their feelings, their needs, their wants. It's not even a matter of "fuck everyone else." It's more a matter of "huh? everyone else?" Pulling the wings off of flies was my transtition. From then on, I gave a shit, and have ever since.
I never killed small animals out of curiosity, but I do look at gore sites because of my curiosity of mortality and I do want to become a pathologist/mortician when I get older. I guess the reason why death interests so many people is because we know we're all going to die someday and it's a natural curiosity. Now I don't condone killing animals or people, but I do understand the curiosity.
That's an early sign of tearing the limbs off humans. I understand a curiosity with morbid things but wtf? I hope you get rabies.
Hm, the morbidity was passed to my sister, I think. She has a degree in mortuary science. And dude, chill. This was, like, 16 years ago. I don't even kill spiders now.
And dude, chill. This was, like, 16 years ago. I don't even kill spiders now.[/QUOTE] i must admit though, i kill spiders.