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6 months old was put in an oven.

Summarizes it all really.
Shucks it made me the angry activist i am today :D


Whats your worst childhood bit.

Oh yeah, actually itd have to be when my GF ran off with my best mate and all my friends knew it happened the day before i knew and none off the "*"*£"*ers told me. :D

Did your parents constantly remind you?

pretty bad. I don't think I need to go into the worst of it, but I do have a memory of my mother's boyfriend flicking hot grease at me with a spatula because I didn't eat all my waffles, I was only 2, who expects a 2 year old to clean their plate? That was pretty mild, I still have anxiety with deep frying things sometimes though, that grease hurt.

I know that being put in an oven is terrible (who on earth did that to you and why?) but you were 6 months old and unless you were told this had happened to you, or you have physical scars, you would not remember it happening, thank god.

Oh thats just horrid.

I had a pretty good childhood. I was in want of nothing.

I know that being put in an oven is terrible (who on earth did that to you and why?) but you were 6 months old and unless you were told this had happened to you, or you have physical scars, you would not remember it happening, thank god.

Oh thats just horrid.

My Father and because he felt like it.
SCHIIZZOOOoOoo.

I had burns for a while until like 11. i still see em when i get a tan.

Erm probably having a fist fight on a flight of stone steps... pretty dumb**ck thing to do but hey people have emotions.

My Father and because he felt like it.
SCHIIZZOOOoOoo.

I had burns for a while until like 11. i still see em when i get a tan.

I dont have any words to say how terrible I think that is, I am so sorry. :fluffle:

I had a loving, extended family, and I'm just fine. That's not to say bad things didn't happen, but I had the support system to deal with them. What some would consider bad, I consider part of life. So really, I have no issues with my childhood.

pretty bad. I don't think I need to go into the worst of it, but I do have a memory of my mother's boyfriend flicking hot grease at me with a spatula because I didn't eat all my waffles, I was only 2, who expects a 2 year old to clean their plate? That was pretty mild, I still have anxiety with deep frying things sometimes though, that grease hurt.


Mother's boyfriends seem to have a long list of atrocities. They seem to maim and kill countless kids in this country every year.

I would have liked to have heard that someone then applied a 2X4 to his head a few times after he did that to you.

These stories rarely have happy endings,though.

I forgot to add that my childhood, as well as that of my siblings, was overall pretty good. We got all the care,support and guidance we needed. We share many happy memories and are all still close with my parents and each other.
On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best, I'd say 9.

I started drinking at age 12, nuff said?

I started drinking at age 12, nuff said?

Not really.

I know someone whooooo
Smoked age 12
Drank age 11
Drugged age 14

and they are rich as fuck and live happily.

PS
I had cannabis-burgers at 10. WoOOoot.

Mother's boyfriends seem to have a long list of atrocities. They seem to maim and kill countless kids in this country every year.

I would have liked to have heard that someone then applied a 2X4 to his head a few times after he did that to you.

These stories rarely have happy endings,though.
actually my uncle found out about it and told me he would "make sure it didn't happen again" and I never saw that particular boyfriend again, I left in the morning to go to the zoo with my aunt and when I got back all his stuff was gone.

My uncle rocks. (I remember being afraid that he had murdered the guy or something but he assures me they just "had a talk" and the guy left)

Aside from the usual drinking(my family is Irish/Scottish,so back off ,lol) and teenage drug experimentation, life hasn't been too bizarre...Of course, I did stay drunk for 9 days after my psycho roommate attacked my sane roommate.

My actual childhood was supposedly pretty normal. Of course, when I hit about 11 or 12, things started going downhill. I found out that when I was 4, my aunt had been murdered by her own husband, and my cousin (same age as me) was sitting in the car and saw the whole damn thing. The guy's in a medical prison that my father helped build, so that's a tiny comfort. Let's see...at the same time, after being raised deist/pagan, I was in a Baptist middle school by order of my mother. I did meet one of my best, longest-lasting friends in that place, but she was just as strange as I was. When I was 14, I was sexually assaulted(read: attempted rape resulting in him losing a nut) by a guy I was trying to break up with. At 15, I spent 6 months watching my grandmother waste away, taking care of her three days out of every week. My aunt spent the entire time bitching about how she never saw me do anything -- excuse me, who the hell do you think sat up at night and watched her like a hawk? Who got up at 5 am to feed her breakfast and do the dishes from the night before? And who do you think was the damn laundry fairy for 6 months?!

At 16(nearly 17), I received a phone call that my uncle had shot himself in the head. His brother (my other uncle, of course) had been the one to clean up the mess. It had barely been a year since my grandmother's funeral.

My freshman year of college, I was emailed and phoned by my old boss -- a co-worker had been found strangled in her back yard. Her name was Natalie, and she was a very dear friend. I wasn't allowed home for the funeral because of classes and of course a 2 hour drive.

Aside from dealing with death threats from random bitches and a genuinely psychotic roommate, things have calmed down since then. Still, since I haven't had a break, the drama is too much to handle at times and I end up locking myself in my room or just hiding from everyone.

The stupid thing is I don't go looking for drama -- hell, I don't even really contribute to it. People just seem compelled to bring it to me.

Why is it so hard for me to tell people to just fuck off?

Not really.

I know someone whooooo
Smoked age 12
Drank age 11
Drugged age 14

and they are rich as fuck and live happily.

PS
I had cannabis-burgers at 10. WoOOoot.
Im not really rich but we do have money, maybe theres something to this money thing..
I started drugs (nothing horrid) at 15

gimme the burgers!

I don't think you want to know about my childhood....:headbang:

Messed up. Really messed up.

Abusive father and grandfather, mother who couldn't cope with any of them, a general nightmare of violence and abuse.
But thankfully over now, except for in my dreams.

if my parents have given me the possibilty to study i could not be here ... so everything is destiny

One time I had a really bad day in school, but when I got home my big brother Wally cheered me up. Later that night my parents, Ward and June, took me out for a soda. It was really neat.

To Cabra, Smunkee, Europa Alfa, Angry Fruit Salad...um...anyone I missed?
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anyway, my young childhood was great. My mom had fun teaching me big words, so I was the three year old walking to the checkout at the toy store saying "I feel I have made a magnificent choice for myself, and this will be a spectacular purchase". Familywise, I could not have been luckier.

As far as other life, when I was in 6th grade, I learned just what xenophobia and racism could do. Delt with that untill 8th grade, when they spraypainted a swastika and "kike" on my bedroom window. Finally told my parents most of what was going on (never told them about the spraypaint...I removed that before they got home), and went to the school. They said I had to handle it myself. So much for zero tolerance. These 4 people were also my best friends before all that. Yay for trust issues!

High school was quiet. Came to terms with alot of abuse and depression that runs in the family, such as my grandparents abusing my mom and uncles, my uncle nearly killing his wife and such.

Early college, I lost a friend/coworker to cancer (2 weeks before her 21st birthday), lost a friend in a boating accident, nearly lost two friends in a car accident, and lost zooke, who had rapidly come to change my perceptions of life and who I am. Almost lost an uncle to cancer, and am watching my grandparents slip into alzheimers.

All in all, I wouldn't change any of it. By far the worst was middle school, and at the time I would have given my life (and almost did) to change it. But today, I see it as something that shaped who I am today, and I like that person.

I had a pretty good childhood. I was in want of nothing.

Same here. The only thing was that my father was a doctor and my mother a lawyer, so they weren't around much when I was younger. I was pretty much raised by my nanny, but I didn't mind.

My father was very violent towards my mother, but luckily she had the sense to divorce him before he started on me (well, he did drop on the fireplace one night when he was blocked, but it was apparently accidental). Frankly, though, I wish she'd done it sooner (it would have meant no me, but I'd prefer that to the suffering she had to endure). As a brat (circa three), despite the fact I was generally quite sentient and aware for my age, I didn't quite understand why he had gone and at times resented my mother for sending him away - what a little bitch!

So anyhow, that was nasty at times. However, my mother was an excellent mother and more than made up for a father's absence. As the months and years went on, I grew glad that by whatever circumstances I'd ended up in a single parent family; I am much closer to my mother than I suspect I otherwise would have been, and she did a much better job of bringing me up than plenty of couples do with their offspring.

So all in all, it could have been a lot worse, thankfully.

hmmm i had a pretty easy time of things growing up. i was kinda spoiled as my parents worked for themselves and often couldn't be there to, say, pick me up from school, or do stuff with me. so often i remember sitting on the corner of the playground at primary school, looking out to the road, being the only kid left on the playground. once or twice the headmaster had to come take me in for dinner, hehe.
sometimes that was hard, kinda like they didn't care - but they did. and they tried to make up for it buying me toys and stuff... so i was a spoiled little fucker for many a year. that all came to an abrupt end though when they started to go through some real financial difficulties of their own (in part the '92 recession, in part some greedy stab-you-in-the-back evil business 'colleagues') and home life got very... shouty. i still remember a lot of the fights - no anger was directed at me (IIRC at least), but i still hated feeling powerless to help and like my world was falling apart.

thankfully they stayed together through the worst of it, and are recovering slowly still. its all taught me a lot of things - don't trust anybody, except those you love; going through something hard like that is possible if you stay together; you can still be good parents even if your world is going to hell before your eyes; money is kinda evil; the tories suck; being spoiled can be reversed (kinda); and that we're a stronger family and all much closer for the difficulties

anyway, with help from my grandmother i got sent to a fancy private secondary school and had a pretty easy time of things there. got put on report in the second year (had to get each lesson signed off by teachers and graded every day, blah blah) but by the third year i was a star pupil getting headmaster's commendations, dignissimas and competing for top of year. then i burned out and gave up and by the time i was 16 or 17 was into smoking pot... and then it all went downhill from there. home life over that period was still difficult - its hard to see your parents slog it out at something they hate doing and which doesn't pay them enough, working from about 6am to 8pm, every day; its hard to deal with their stress and worries, continued financial worries (which have all gotten better slowly over the last few years thankfully), and hard not to worry yourself whether they're working themselves into an early grave (especially as heart problems have a history on both sides of the family and my dad is already on medication).

i think to sum up my childhood: good. hard on my parents but they were good to me, but it was hard to see them suffer for so many years.
its hard today when they want to bring me into the business but i fight it because i think i have a decade plus of resentment and fear built up towards their business and... stuff. bah




To Cabra, Smunkee, Europa Alfa, Angry Fruit Salad...um...anyone I missed?
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seconded

anyway, my young childhood was great. My mom had fun teaching me big words, so I was the three year old walking to the checkout at the toy store saying "I feel I have made a magnificent choice for myself, and this will be a spectacular purchase". Familywise, I could not have been luckier.
lol :p
ah i was kinda like that, too :P

Early college, I lost a friend/coworker to cancer (2 weeks before her 21st birthday), lost a friend in a boating accident, nearly lost two friends in a car accident, and lost zooke, who had rapidly come to change my perceptions of life and who I am. Almost lost an uncle to cancer, and am watching my grandparents slip into alzheimers.
:( :fluffle: for you too :fluffle:

One time I had a really bad day in school, but when I got home my big brother Wally cheered me up. Later that night my parents, Ward and June, took me out for a soda. It was really neat.


Im not sure how many others got that, but I did.

I say this, unto thee....

Beaver is the devil.

My mother broke my leg when I was a child, and then left me crawling around with a broken leg for two days before taking me to the hospital because she thought I was putting it on. It was an accident involving a door, but I like to tell people that she did it on purpose anyway. Until this very day, in fact. Which probably makes it more traumatic for her than it ever was for me. Especially as I had lots of fun threatening other kids at school with the cast for a while afterwards.

Well, there was that time that some jerk kid at school kicked me really hard in the nuts and my left one went up and wouldn't come down so they had to operate on it. That was in fourth grade. Oh, and then there was the fact that after kindergarten, everybody decided kinda collectively that it would be great to pick on me all the time. Don't you just love people?

My family was fine. Except for my little sister. She was a brat. She almost scratched my eye out once. Well, not out, but a couple milimeters difference and I could have been blind in one eye. Oh, and that time she tore a gash in my shoulder with her nail. And I ended up getting in trouble, because she could always cry better.

Well, I wasn't named Drew Peacock, so I guess I didn't have it too bad.

6 months old was put in an oven.
That reminds me of a funny story. When I was about 2 and a half, I was at my friends house. I was playing in his room with his ninja turtles and his sister's Easy Bake Oven. Just before I got kicked out of his room so he could nap, I jammed a turtle in the oven and turned it on. About 20 minutes later, his mom walked by his room and noticed a funky smell. She openned his door and was greeted by a nice, green, cloudy of smoke. She turned the oven off, grabbed her son, and let the room air out.

Nothign too terrible primary school didn't bring much, a few cases of bullying but nothign too terrible after i gained a reputation for being unpredicatble and seriously injuring a few of the bullies.

Secondary school was harder, the recession and a massive case of fraud within Texaco (not helped by the Inland Revenue's dodgy dealings at the time) pretty much wiped us out finacially, but we got lucky and managed to keep the house. it took my parents many long years of long hard years to get back to an even keel so i didn't see much of my parents, although there were always there when i needed them. Secodnary school brought a bit more bullying again pretty much resolved by unpredicatble violence, gained a reputation amoungst the giudance staff as a somewhat odd child (normally a model pupil but who would occasionally fly off the handle).

its only looking back now that i see how bad thigns could have affected me but they didn't for soem reason as i was pretty much always a happy child, yes i had times when i felt depressed and i still do, but there was nothing i couldn't cope with. Sometimes i worry about how little thigns seem to affect me, the loss of all 4 of my grand parents never seemed to tear me up the way it maybe should, yes i miss them but i never felt the raw greif others displayed...

My early childhood was good, but by the time i was 9 my parents had started fighting a lot in the evenings (so me, my brother and sister wouldnt notice), unfortunatly, they usually started to fight around the time i was trying to get to sleep. A year later they got divorced, which turned out to be a good thing. I'm the only person i know whos parents are divorced but still able to talk to eachother, hell, they even go camping once a year with a bunch of uni friends of theirs.

Anyway, both my parents got remarried later on, fortunatly i like(d) both my step-parents. I say liked, because my stepmom died of cancer after a 3 year fight. Her death actually hit me harder then my parents divorce.

My real father abandoned my mother, sister and I when I was six months old. My mother divorced hm in absentia. I met him once when I was about thirteen at my grandfather's funeral. We reconciled and he promised to keep in touch. I wrote him several letters and he never wrote me back.

My stepfather was an alcoholic. He wasn't a bad sort most of the time, but he had an unpredictable and explosive temper. This led to a lot of angry, loud arguments between him and me, him and my mother, etc. He said some very hateful things and the yelling probably hurt me worse than the rare physical abuse. That wasn't very common, but there were a few incidents.

He really changed when he stopped drinking and we have a decent relationship.

That's really about it. I would say the greatest effect it had on me was my desperate desire to never be anything like them led me into an almost pathological need to be completely different from everybody. I always have to be the odd duck. I simply can't blend into the crowd for long without having to set myself apart somehow. To be honest, I've grown to like it. :)

I had race cars, my first by the time I was 5(These kind) (http://www.atv-deadoralive.1hwy.com/images/bentley_in_first_quarter_midget.jpg). Any bitching I could do about my childhood is voided by that. My parents weren't perfect and made mistakes (one could argue that giving a 5 year old a race car is one of them...) but they tried, the most I could ask for, really.

I didn't have NationStates in my childhood*. I'm still suffering from that :D

*my childhood ended 2 months before NS came out

I can't complain.
They cut my tongue out.
(only joking)

"I tell ya, when we were growing up, we were poor, our place was small. It was so small...the mice were hunchbacked."
-Fozzy Bear.