I'm not sure if I had bad tantrums when I was younger, but if I did it wouldn't suprise me. Wait a sec, just last night me and mum were talking about it. It was one of those reflective moments, but anyway she said that a good example was one time she told me and my little sister that if it was a good day she'd take us to the swimming pool in Kilbirne (I loved swimming back then. Makes you feel all 'floaty'). However, it was raining that day and she wasn't willing to stand out in the rain waiting for the bus. She told my sister and she was like "Oh, okay, I don't want to stand in the rain either.". However... I like the rain and so when she told me I completely snapped and went to my room yelling at things and punching my pillow (unsatisfying, yes, but at least it's impossible to break it that way).
Ooh, another example was when I was playing a game on the Playstation (Crash Bandicoot 1, to be prescice), and it was a particularly hard level (not suprising because it was one of the last ones), and I just kept dying in a spot over and over again. I got angry, but kept playing. Still I died, but I pressed on and tried again. Died a few more times, and now I was so angry tears were running down my face. I kept on trying. The thing that made me snap was when I lost all my character's lives and had to start over three levels from where I was at. And so BANG!! ! I threw the controller on the ground in rage, and I heard a snap. It wasn't the controller; it was my FIFA '98 CD. I went back to the puching the pillow method...
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I was sad when I found that she left
But then I found
That I could speak to her,
In a way
And sadness turned to comfort
We all go there