Reply #13: When I was about five, I put my hamster...

[Westegg]

...on the top of our "jungle-gym" and made him walk the top rung. Must have been nine, ten feet up in the air. He fell. Landed on his back and began to convulse. I can still see it to this day. He excreted a hamster-turd the color of blood. My sister (who was there, but not at all to blame) ran and told my parents. My dad had to euthenize the poor guy. More than 30 years later, I have never---will never---get these images out of my head. Damn. I still feel like a horrible murderer! Amazing that DU can get this kinda stuff out of me. I've never even told my shrink. Hell, maybe I should...

Please forgive me, if you can. If you can't, I'm okay with that.