Oh, this is perfect. But I'm pretty sure this won't be seen by many. Oh, well!

I remember three sadistic things I did as a child. The first (and this one might not exactly be what you're looking for) was when one of my parents was holding me up in a supermarket. There was this girl who passed by and I just grabbed her hair, since I love touching hair because it's so silky smooth. My parents were trying to pry my hand open without hurting me but I wasn't going to let go that easily. All this, I did with a very blank facial expression (so I've been told).

The second thing was something I guess wouldn't be unique to me, only. I used to throw things at people and laugh while I did it. One time it was a pair of scissors I threw at someone (I'm not remembering whom I threw it at, though).

The third, and this is quite possibly my favorite, was when we were at a swimming pool and it had closed for the day (for kids, at least). There was this one kid who was standing in front of the pool, fully dressed and looking at the pool. Something clicks in my head and I decide that it would be great to push him into the pool. So I did. My father's standing a short distance away, talking to the kid's mother (or sometime else. I can't remember.) He told me that he was trying very hard, at that moment, to control his laughter. I'm pretty sure I laughed.

So, these are my sadistic moments. I thought that I had gotten like this in the last few years. But, no. I've been like this since the beginning, apparently. Haha.