Like I said, no excuse for what I did. It was terrible no matter what age you are. My grandpa adored me, he was more proud of me than my own father was at the time. I was his favourite.
He was an Algerian, BTW. Me? I'm half-Belgian half Algerian, Dad's Algerian, mum's Belgian. My mother said that he was born high up in the mountains, where people didn't keep track of dates. So they say my grandpa might've been older or younger than they speculated he was. He served in both World Wars as an Algerian Soldier, but outside of the army, he was a murderer. Seventeen years old, he and his brothers killed an annoying neighbour who blamed all the misdeeds happening around the neighbourhood on them. Just to annoy them.
It's weird, but I actually feel proud knowing that my Grandpa was a ruthless killer. Dunno why, just seems like the only interesting thing any of my ancestors ever did. :/