I was 10 or 11 and I was at a friend's house down the street. My friend's stepdad was being a smart *** and somehow the convo ended up with him saying sarcastically that I didnt like him, and I responded by saying no I didnt like him and I think I was just kidding because I thought he was...but he ended up saying something mean, or something to the effect of leaving, or at least thats how I perceived it. Well, I ended up running home crying and once I got inside my house I was crying and screaming uncontrollably. My Dad tried to console me, and I couldnt even tell him what happened. The way I was acting was as if someone attacked me or raped me--he thought something horrible had just happened to me. I still couldnt tell him what was wrong, so he eventually just let it be and I later calmed down. I had the courage to tell my older sister and her response was...that was all that happened? But she believed me and later told my dad. But that is the earliest I can remember overreacting to a stressful event. Later in adolescence I'd kick holes in walls and scream at the top of my lungs until my voice was hoarse when my parents wouldnt let me do things with friends or if my parents were arguing. Still to this day (Ill be 30 in a cpl months) I have poor impulse control and throw fits like a preschooler.