Via Hawk
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Idk I just wanna make people happy at least for a couple seconds while reading my posts
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My mom was allegedly adopted in the 70s but we found out about 5 years ago that my grandparents (who are both dead now) actually just straight up kidnapped her, like baby snatched her at a park, and her bio parents had been looking for her since (although her bio mom died as well before she found out, which is very sad. She died never being reunited with her stolen child.)
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A family was camping and left their tent to go on a day hike. They were a few hours from their campsite when a storm suddenly blew up. They became disoriented in the wind and driving rain. They tried to trace their steps back to the campsite but became lost in the unfamiliar backcountry. Being experienced hikers, they knew once they were lost it was best to stay in one place than wander in the woods, so they prepared to settle down and wait for rescue. Darkness fell, and the family built a fire to keep warm. As they snuggled up against each other and started to drift off to sleep, they heard a noise coming from the trees. “Who’s there?” one of the parents called, but there was no answer. Then they heard the sound again. But once more, when they called out, there was no answer. “Perhaps it’s someone who can’t speak,” suggested the daughter. So her mom called out, “Is there anyone there? Clap once for yes and twice for no.” There was one clap. “You were right,” the parents said to their daughter. “There is someone out there.” “Are you here to rescue us?” shouted the mom. Clap clap. “Are you lost like us?” Clap clap. “Do you live out here in the woods?” Clap clap. “Let me try,” said the son. “Are you a boy?” Clap clap. “Are you a girl?” Clap clap. They all looked at each other, puzzled. Thinking he was being funny, the son asked: “Are you human?” Clap clap. Now, the family was scared. “Are you alone?” called the mom. Clap clap. The family huddled together more. “How many of you are there then?” Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap….
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5th grade track and field day. I won the high jump. Some time later our gym teacher is announcing the winners and says someone else in my class won. No, the f**k he didn't. I say something and he said he'll look in to it. Eventually he just says there's nothing he can do. They had an award ceremony and my friend was awarded the medal. He gave it to me after, but still. The real issue is, now in our 30s, my friend seems to have developed selective memory. He claims he has no memory of the incident. I told him everything that happened and he denies it. He now brags about winning the 5th grade high jump. He's a f*****g liar. EDIT: This got more attention than expected. Just to clear things up a bit, neither of us takes it seriously. It's just a funny thing between us.
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There were two things I wanted as a kid: Lucky Charms for breakfast. A video game console (at my age this would've been either an Atari 2600 or an NES). Never got them, but that was okay. I grew up and went to college. I come home for winter break to find my little brother sitting at the breakfast table happily munching away on Lucky-f**king-Charms. Okay, no biggie. I get to eat them now too. So Christmas rolls around, and what does my little brother unwrap? An N64. For as long as I could remember I heard, "sugar cereals are bad for you" and "video games will melt your brain" from my parents, but the MINUTE I'm outta the house, all that ceases to apply to my little brother. Granted. I enjoyed the N64 and sugary cereals with him when I was home from college, but at 43 I am still salty over this s**t.
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I'm a tree surgeon so I have to go to a different house pretty much every other day. I never normally go in to houses but this time I did and I'm scarred for life. I went to this little old partially blind woman's house, as she wanted a couple of apple trees shaped and trimmed down. I finished the job and knocked on the door, the force of my knock just slightly opened the door. I didn't get an answer but I heard a heated one side argument from inside her house, so I went in. I walked in to the living room and she was shouting at her husband for not replying to her for the whole week. Her husband was dead in his armchair. She couldn't see very well obviously, she thought he was just ignoring her and not coming to bed. I burst in to tears, it was heartbreaking.
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