When I was a very young child I had some serious problems - later in life I was to be diagnosed with bipolar disorder but as a child that often manifested itself in acts of rage and also self-harm.
I am ashamed and embarrassed to admit to this, but at kindergarted once (and I remember this as if it were yesterday) I killed a guinea-pig. With my bare hands, because I was enacting a scenario where I was an angry mother. I had imagined that the guinea-pig was being `naughty' and I was shaking it, and berating it. I'll never forget it - it died, I broke its neck.
Now, the person that I am today does not reconcile with this AT ALL. I can't bear any form of cruelty to any living creature, I volunteer at animal welfare organisations, I am a dog trainer, I am intimately involved in animals and their wellbeing and have been my whole life. Why did I kill that poor defenceless creature? I was only four years old - but still. No excuses there, either.
Should I have had my neck broken? Oft times I believe that acts such as these are indicative of much deeper problems. These people need to be understood, not subjected to vengeance.