When I was 4, I underwent an operation to cut an eye muscle, to correct a crossed eye. I woke up during the procedure. Metal instruments (scissors, knives, etc) scared me for years afterward.
When I was 5, my mother dropped me down a flight of stairs. I had fallen asleep and she was carrying me. It was presumably icy out. I don't recall much of that at all, but the bloodstained towel, I remember. Numerous stitches to my scalp.
When I was 9, I slammed a glass screen door shut on my sister. It shattered, and one of the shards pierced her leg. That was a mess. It left a long scar, and she's never let me forget I did it.
That same year, I set the neighbor's back yard on fire. I remember it clearly. At the time it seemed an excellent idea to put it out with kettles of water from the kitchen sink. It wasn't good enough. Fire department got there pretty quick though, which surprised me. No serious damage, just grass and greenery.
When I was 10, something happened that I've never told anyone about, and I'll keep it that way.
When I was 13, I was molested by a neighbor of ours; a 30 - 35 year-old woman. That one doesn't bother me much for some reason.
The list goes on, but past 13 doesn't really qualify for "little kid" anymore.
