I don't have a lot of memories from before I was 10 or so, but here's one.
I was walking down the beach in Michigan with my mother, picking up stones. I found a really good one--smooth with little shiny flecks in it and brought it to her. She said it was the prettiest one I'd found all day, so I told her that one was a present to her from me. After walking a bit longer, I asked her if I could see the stone I gave her. She gave it back to me. I looked at it for a minute and was seized with an irresistible urge. I ran and threw it as far into the lake as I could. When I came back, she looked at me with a really baffled expression and asked, "Adam, why did you do that." I thought about it and I felt I was almost going to cry. My face got all screwed up and I shouted "I don't know!"
I now of course recognize this as a visitation by the Imp of the Perverse.
I was walking down the beach in Michigan with my mother, picking up stones. I found a really good one--smooth with little shiny flecks in it and brought it to her. She said it was the prettiest one I'd found all day, so I told her that one was a present to her from me. After walking a bit longer, I asked her if I could see the stone I gave her. She gave it back to me. I looked at it for a minute and was seized with an irresistible urge. I ran and threw it as far into the lake as I could. When I came back, she looked at me with a really baffled expression and asked, "Adam, why did you do that." I thought about it and I felt I was almost going to cry. My face got all screwed up and I shouted "I don't know!"
I now of course recognize this as a visitation by the Imp of the Perverse.