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Tell me about your childhood. How was it?

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Mine was fairly typical I would say. Raised by 2 parents, had a brother and 2 sisters. I was second to the youngest. My childhood was pretty good overall I would say, except for the spankings. When I turned 13 everything began to unravel. I hated my dad. Wouldn't even call him dad and still have trouble to this day. He was a domineering father and I didn't respond well to that once I hit puberty. Not getting along with my parents plus the pressures of being a teenager often made life fairly crappy.
 
I had the most awesome childhood
i have a good mommy and daddy
 
parents divorced when i was 8, lived with mom. have good relationship with them both , older sister left when she was 17, lived out in middle of no where kind boring childhood
 
ok my parents have een married for 36 years and sitll going strong
One time i was throwing a baseball and i hit the side of their new car...and put a dent in it and they didnt kill me
so i know they loved me
 
Can't complain. We weren't rich, but always had food on the table. My folks divorced when I was 7, but they had the decency to keep it between them and not use my brother and I as bargaining chips. They had joint custody, but we could go whereever we wanted. I finished grade school in the city living with my mom, and went to the suburbs with my dad, step mom, and step sisters for highschool. No complaints there either.

I graduated highschool and moved out.
 
great mom and dad.. spoiled to the fullest with love and material items... i was a great athelete and had awsome friends (best days of my life when i was like 9-12) i moved alot too..back in forth via out of country when i was little but it was cool .... id give anything to be 8 or 9 again.... now older and realize the best days are behind me and it only gets worse as u get older ....HS ruled too.. i was popular and well liked (cuz i am nice and friendly) and stud too..helped i was one o f those kids who was full grown when i was like 14... i havent grown an inch since then (6'3'') and same shoe size too...so sports/atheletics ruled since i was superior in that way... so my childhood ruled..then hit a few bumps in the road....
 
IvanOffelitch said:
I ain't going there.

Spent the last 30 years trying to forget it.

I love your location bro. I remember that I use to cry for that little doll when I watched Rudolph.
 
tiger88 said:
i was one o f those kids who was full grown when i was like 14... i havent grown an inch since then (6'3'')
I hated my friends like that, well not hate but you know. There you guys are sprouting like weeds, and I had to fight for every one of my 68 inches. Especially at hockey it pissed me off, but I had the equalizer.
 
Rex said:
tiger88 said:
i was one o f those kids who was full grown when i was like 14... i havent grown an inch since then (6'3'')
I hated my friends like that, well not hate but you know. There you guys are sprouting like weeds, and I had to fight for every one of my 68 inches. Especially at hockey it pissed me off, but I had the equalizer.



LOL...ya man i guess i got lucky... i mean i wasnt that tall kid who couldnt walk and chew but i was just full grown and mature (body wise super young) so atheletics i had the advtanage and when younger a mature bod will out do skill any day of the week....i thought shaving was cool when i was 14 but it sucks !!!! i wish i never had to shave again

later on mang it caught up (college d1 sports) and i was weeded out ( i had skills and tried hard but the others were just better and they caught phyiscally to me
 
SoKlueles said:
ok my parents have een married for 36 years and sitll going strong
One time i was throwing a baseball and i hit the side of their new car...and put a dent in it and they didnt kill me
so i know they loved me

Cool...my parents were married 49 years. Dad died last year.

I had a great childhood. My dad was the kind of dad that always used reason and rarely raised his voice. A stern disciplinarian but he rarely had to do anything like that because we worried more about the consequences than the actual act of getting in trouble. All he had to do was give us that look and we knew we were walking on thin ice.

I love my parents and how they raised us. I just wish I could tell my father how much I love him one more time.

Great childhood and even better adulthood.
 
my parents were divorced before i could understand what that word meant. dad beat mom, mom ran from dad, 9 different schools between K-12. me and my brother were in the middle the entire time. when Ma wasn't around to sock, dad socked us. blah, blah, blah. one of my fondest childhood memories was asking someone what "cocksucker" meant cuz it was one of my dads favorite words.
 
HumanTarget said:
my parents were divorced before i could understand what that word meant. dad beat mom, mom ran from dad, 9 different schools between K-12. me and my brother were in the middle the entire time. when Ma wasn't around to sock, dad socked us. blah, blah, blah. one of my fondest childhood memories was asking someone what "cocksucker" meant cuz it was one of my dads favorite words.

I'm sorry bro. You seem to be doing remarkably well having gone through all that.
 
My childhood years were fucked up

so, were my adolescent years

so, were my young adult years

and my life is still fucked up to this day

I predict my life will be fucked throughout my middle age years

and also my elderly years

until the sorry fucking day that I die
 
biteme said:
I'm sorry bro. You seem to be doing remarkably well having gone through all that.
i survived, that's all. but surviving isn't something to jump up and down about.
 
PICK3 said:
My childhood years were fucked up

so, were my adolescent years

so, were my young adult years

and my life is still fucked up to this day

I predict my life will be fucked throughout my middle age years

and also my elderly years

until the sorry fucking day that I die
do something about it and do it now, don't wait another day.
 
Born and raised in a ghetto (which has since become one of the most expensive part of the city). That's about it....
 
Seperated very early from my mother as my parents thought divorce was the best thing in their life. Father succeeded in real estate brokerage business whilst most of the childrearing was taken by the housekeepers. Mother initially went to Paris but failed to settle down and consequently has moved to Japan where she seems to be OK. I was juggled b/w dad's very little availability and mother's dissapearance as well as a rising challenge to grow and meet the demands of the reality by myself.
 
Now that I understand what my parents had to go through to make sure my brother and I were well taken care of, I know for a fact that I had a wonderful childhood. Even during the tough times we always found a way to keep smiling. I wouldn't have traded my childhood with anyone or for anything.
 
Parents divorced when I was 4. We were always a step or so above being really poor. I pretty much raised myself, not alot of interaction with tha parents. And I ended up being a hellraiser, surprise surprise. First felony when I was 15.
But things change. Now I try to be everything my parents weren't for my kid. I'm also one of the most responsible people I know.
 
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
 
PICK3 said:
My childhood years were fucked up

so, were my adolescent years

so, were my young adult years

and my life is still fucked up to this day

I predict my life will be fucked throughout my middle age years

and also my elderly years

until the sorry fucking day that I die

Oh, yeah ...

and my parents life's were fucked up

and if I ever have kids ... their lifes will be fucked up!
 
My childhood was pretty good. My mother was sick a lot. I remember being told 3 times that she had died on the operating table, & they were able to resuscitate her. Dad was a carpenter, but no health ins. We were extremely poor, living off the good will of others for many years.
There is an old Merle Haggard song called "Love of the Common People" that describes my early life to a tee.
Things became somewhat normal as a teen, but, through all my formative years I was selfish. No one knows because I hid it, but I still felt it.
 
I had an interesting childhood I guess. My mom had me at 21 with an asshole of a gyu who didn't even come to see my birth. I guess he used to beat her so she left him when I was 1. A year later, he burned down the trailer we lived in, destroying all but a few baby pictures and other valuables. My mom then met who I consider my dad when I was 3. They married when I was 4 and my dad legally adopted me so that I could have his last name.

I have a sister who is 6 years younger and a brother who is 9 years younger than me. We lived in the country so I didn't get to have the normal social interaction with kids like you would have in a neighborhood. Being the overprotective mother that she was, she would never let me sit at the end of the driveway and wait for the bus so she would take me to one of my only friends house in the morning then pick me up at his house after school. It was great because my friend lived on a horse farm where there were endless things to do. We would help corral and feed horses. Play in the woods where these horses would run through which was a rush.

After he moved, I met another friend in 3rd grade with whom I'm still best friends with. I spent most of my childhood over there since I was there before and after school everyday and then on the weekends. We'd shoot squirrels, burn couches in the woods, swim all the time, play with his horse, etc. His neighbor had all kinds of animals also. They had Rhea's which are cousins of the ostrich, peacocks, all kinds of dogs, etc.

I could go on but this is getting a little long so I'll end it here
 
i'm jealous of most of you guys. i wish there was some way i could experience just one day of some of what i read.
 
mine was pretty much awsome childhood if just my dad wasnt so strict until I turned 19.....all the freedom that kids today here in the States cant enjoy anymore :(
 
My childhood kicked ass. Lived just on the ouskirts of town in a nice house with a really big yard, and had several kids around my age as neighbors, so always lots to do. Was spoiled rotten, as my father makes big $$$, and my mom was stay-at-home for most of my childhood (worked part-time in real estate once sis and I started going to school full days, but was always home when we got home from school). It was pretty much an ideal childhood...no real bumps in the road at all.
 
Overall a good childhood, except for finding my dads pron stash at about age 12 and the long term effects that has seemed to have.
 
my childhood wasn't the best. my mother passed away when i was a little past 3 years old. then my father was probably very lonely and depressed and ended up marrying a complete psycho a couple years later. she had two girls before she met my dad. she had them both before she was 18. i still to this day hate her. for 4 years she beat me daily. her daughters would lie to get me in trouble so i couldn't have friends over or go to their houses. this lady was also a religious radical(christian) but she drank, smoked, did drugs, abused children, and commited adultery on my father. my father was always working 60+ hours a week at the steel mills to support us and she was spending his money like it was nothing. she also wouldn't let my real mother's parents see me and would lie to me and tell me that they were bad people and wanted to hurt me. so i was scared of people who loved me and wanted to see their only grandchild. my grandparents finaly got a court order for visitation and she still tried to keep me from them. she even accused them of being child molesters. then i had to go and get a court ordered psychiatric exam along with my grandparents, my dad, and her. everyone passed their exam except her. she refused to take it. then my aunts and uncles started to see bruises all over me they told her that they were going to call child protective services on her and kick her ass. the final straw was when she kept me and my two stepsisters home from school ffor two weeks because she said the bible said the rapture was going to happen in may of 1988. when i went back to school my teacher asked me where i had been and i told her why my stepmom kept me home. i also let them see the bruises and scratches on my back, ass, and legs. you could see an eagle and the words harley davidson in the bruises. so the school contacted the authorities and my father. my dad finally realized what was happening and also found out she was having an affair he kicked her ass and divorced the bitch. things only got better from then on. now that my worst years are way behind me the future looks good.
 
dannomight said:
my childhood wasn't the best.. things only got better from then on. now that my worst years are way behind me the future looks good.
I'm so sorry to hear that. I really thiink that people that abuse children should be punished to the full fury of society. Worse than drug dealers, IMO.
I"m glad to hear your outlook for the future is positive. No matter what your background, only you have the power to control your future.
 
originally posted by hidngoog
I'm so sorry to hear that. I really thiink that people that abuse children should be punished to the full fury of society. Worse than drug dealers, IMO.
I"m glad to hear your outlook for the future is positive. No matter what your background, only you have the power to control your future.
i totally agree. thanks for reading bro.
 
The best and the worst.

The best ... summer vacations on my Grandparent's farm and hanging with my cousins.

The worst ... terror in the night as I listened to my parents beating on each other, my Father drunk.

All you can do is repeat the best events and NEVER repeat the worst. The abuse and craziness STOPS WITH YOU.
 
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