30 People Share Iconic Stories Of Their Childhood That They’re Notorious For

My mum unfairly grounded me and wouldn't let me go to my friend's house so I took her credit card and made a $50 pledge to PBS while she was watching the telethon. I never laughed harder when I heard her scream my name after they thanked her on camera.

My parents regularly recall the time when I was two, and was at a church picnic; I happily took slices of raw, red onion, dipped them in ketchup, and ate them. This would set a precedent of me eating strange things in public, much to the bemusement of confused onlookers (not to mention the embarrassment of friends and family).

A couple years ago my oldest was about to graduate high school. She decided she wanted blue hair after two other girls had pink hair for months, thought school was ok with it (my daughter was one of the very few kids of color in school, the other two girls weren't) and she went for it. The very first day she went to school with her blue hair she got picked up by the vice-principal while in English class and into ISS. For a week they wouldn't let her join her class, told her she wasn't going to prom and wasn't walking on graduation day. Her teacher told her about the ACLU so my daughter emailed them told them her story and together they fought for her rights. Children at the elementary, middle and high school began coloring their hair blue to stand with her and at the end she won her case, the ACLU made them change their dress code and she got to finish the rest of her school year, went to prom and walked on graduation day. Now kids are allowed to sport whatever hair color they want.

When I was 3, I didn't get the toy I wanted at McDonald's. In all irony, it was Batman and I wanted the Joker.) My mom says I looked like I was about to have a fit for a second, then I calmly (and quickly) ripped my dress and pull-up off and sat in front of the counter in protest 🤣🤣 Clearly, I'd already gone full Harley crazy as a toddler!!

This is a bit of a weird on, but when I was 14 I somehow managed to get inside the sewers near a bike course I was at. I don't remember why I wanted to do it, but I remember I was known as the sewer matinence guy for the next couple of months. I guess I just liked to explore a whole lot, even the grossest of places.

I had already gone full-nerd by the time I was 7. Had my own screwdriver set and everything. Started disassembling Xmas toys. To. The. Bare. Parts. Had to have my Xmas gifts "confiscated" directly after playing with them, lest they end up as spares a few days later. It was a huge frustration to my parents, EVERYTHING that could be disassembled, was, more often that not, unsuccessfully rebuilt. Eventually one smart aunt said "get him gifts that are already in pieces." From that day all gifts were Mechano, Capsela, Lego etc. Heaven! Good thing they did hide my toys away, today i have 2 extremely rare mechanical toys that the adult me has decided will remain assembled.

At 10 yo my mom asked me why i was late from school. I told her I went to the dentist and he filled a cavity on my tooth. It was my own initiative. Never been to the dentist before but I saw a dentist clinic on the way and thought it's just about time for a checkup. He said to ask my mom to pay him later.

When I was about 7 years old, I started scooping little “tadpoles” our of our kiddie pool and putting them into little sandwich bags in order to sell them as pets to our neighbours. Turns out, they weren’t tadpoles at all! If my dad hadn’t stopped me, I would have gone around trying to sell MOSQUITO LARVAE to our neighbours as pets!!

When I was in grade school we needed to learn our times tables. I could do advanced problems on paper which I was proud of. However, my teacher required is to do simple problems on flash cards. I could not do this. For over a month I missed recess because this teacher tested me with flash cards. I would lie awake at night repeating my times tables to 13 over and over again. I hated having attention on myself and I later discovered I was dyslexic. Working on paper was easier for me and my parents couldn't make my teacher understand that. I still study mathematics

i learned to read at 3 and I would spend hours and hours in my room switching back and forth between sorting and organizing my books according to size or abc order. I ended up working in a library and have ocd. Currently my DVDs are sorted by alphabetical order but i have spreadsheets that break them down by title in the following categories: genre, director, main actors, imdb rating, so regardless of the method of deciding the movie, I have a functional and streamlined system. This is the story of my brain.

We were like 12 and Every Kid in class was Watching and following Robotech III like it was a A-list Drama Documentary. The episode when the viewer realizes Ariel was not human, but Invid, All hell broke loose! Everyone was rooting for Ross and Ariel and there all our theories went upside down! Was probably the biggest "debate" of Primary school

When I was about 8, my grandma had given me $20. The ice cream man came by and I bought $20 worth of slushies. Next thing my mom knows is all the neighborhood kids are coming in to help us put them in the freezer.

When I was three, my mom took me to the circus, and she was (and still is) a single mom. She was carrying loads of stuff and we were standing in a crowd of people when she had looked down and I had disappeared. Now at this circus, there was 3 big circles on the floor, we were standing down at one end. When my mom found me, she saw me trying to hug an elephants leg, in the third circle. Can't remember whether or not I had succeeded but it sure freaked her out!

When I was in kindergarten, it was half-day. One day I came home and my mom wasn't there. (She probably had a doctor appointment that went long, my little sister was born in spring of that year.) I called my babysitter, who happened to be home sick as she was in high school, and asked if I could come over. She said sure, so I wrote my mom a note (her idea) and bundled up and walked a half-mile through snow to get to her house. I sat and read all of their little-kid books happily until mom showed up to get me. Horrified, offering to pay (which she couldn't really afford), and a little panicked as my leaving a note meant leaving a note at MY level. She likely had to look a little bit for it, but not a lot. ;) *yes, I could read at age 5. My sister taught herself to read at age 5 from Sesame Street and Electric Company, and taught me to read at age 3. I hated being read to, I was a motivated student!

When I was just under two my mother was an addict and didn't take care of me very well. She would leave me in my playpen all day, everyday. I was told by my grandma and aunt that I dug a tunnel out the bottom and would sneak thru it to get food or drinks and climb back in as to not get into trouble.

As a younger Kid I had unending superhero fantasies. Dress up like my favorite TV hero at the time. Running around saving everyone or battling monsters. Until the day I was found running around, wielding a sharpened Chef's knife. Nobody could figure out how I got it, since those type of things were kept well-away from children in the house. Heck i didn't even know where or how I got it. Superhero activities were supervised after that