[Sydney]

The worst thing I've ever done, which makes me feel immense guilt up to this day is as follows. Share your own.

When I was little, my mother gave me a doll she played with as a child. The doll's name was Teary Deary, as you could feed the doll water, and upon squeezing her stomach, tears would flow from her eyes. There was also a noise piece in the doll somewhere, as along with the tears came a squeaking sound like a dog's toy would make. I did enjoy the doll, it even had a turquoise knitted outfit with a matching hat that was made by my grandmother (my mother's mother).

Anyway, I remember my mum fondly recalling the cherished memories she'd experienced with Teary Deary when she gave me the doll and she was delighted I'd taken a fancy to it. This makes the guilt all the more unbearable.

To make a long story short, I was bored one day, so I got out the scissors and cut Teary Deary's eyes out.