I still feel a kind of guilt or regret for accidentally shooting my brother in the face with a bow and arrow.
Also for accidentally breaking Andy Lee's knee.
And for various other harm that I directly or indirectly caused to people in my youth.
(I think a lot of the Seiko story in Scarab was from my own life. My mom used to say that I didn't know an activity was over until someone was bleeding).
I always loved animals as a kid.
When I was around 3 or 4 years old, there was an old man that we would see on the street with his dog while my mother and I walked to the grocery store. The old man would let me pet the dog.
One time, walking with my mother I saw the old man and the dog and I immediately ran to it in glee. Laughing and arms out in anticipation of petting the dog.
Even though it was a big dog and I was very tiny, and I had pet it many times before, I somehow spooked the dog by running at it.
The dog took off and ran into the street, where it was promptly hit by a car and killed.
Right in front of the old man watching.
I felt terrible.
And felt bad about it for years as a kid.