When i was 5 i lived in Germany and i had a kitten. Her name was Max like the dog from the Grinch. She had trouble going to the bathroom so i "helped" by squeezing the poor kitten until it pooped... Max mysteriously ran away the next week. sorry Max, hope you poop ok now.
My mom and I just moved into her boyfriends house. I think her boyfriend is SO cute. He came into my room one morning to use the bathroom because my mom was in the shower and he thought I was asleep so he didn't knock and I was just wearing a tee and a thong and he saw me. For a second it was awkward and he stared but then he shook his head and said sorry and went to use the restroom. I blew it :/
When I was little every time i'd curse I would feel guilty. So I would get on my knees and say "sorry, Lord". Lol