How about this? I can recall when I was about... four years old, fantasizing about the legs of some of the women at the hall.
I'm guilty of not performing to the best of my ability. I mean, I work harder and better than most. But I know I could do even better, but I don't.
I'm guilty of having been an almost intolerable prick as a JW and for a short while after I left, the whole while thinking I was some sort of knight in shining armor. I may be a prick still at times, but I don't think I'm intolerable. (Rayvin, can you confirm this? Or not?)
In middle school, the teacher was standing in front of me, with his back to me, and I drew lines on his belt with my pen without him ever noticing.
Ok, I'm done. That's a bit depressing.