OK. Here goes. When I was about 6 or 8 or something like that. I whipped my then best friends very old, semi invalid dog with a skipping rope to see if it would run away like a horse does when someone hits it on the bum in the movies. It just let out a whimper and sorta walked away.
Oh yeah, and once when my dad told me to get my brothers out of the pool at my nan's house, one of my brothers got out, but the other kept getting under the water just as I was saying, "Dad says you have to," and then would jump back up and say, "What?" then hop back under water when I started to tell him again. So I grabbed his head and held him under for a little while.
Those are two that come to mind. But some of the memories are flooding back now.