We all have stories from our childhood that makes us want to bury ourselves deep in the sand. However, sometimes, these stories are what best defines our characters. When twitter user @chrelisem started a funny thread asking "What's a childhood anecdote that says a lot about you?" quite a few brave souls delivered their best stories. Scroll down below to read them and don't forget to share your defining moments in the comments
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Not mine, but something my Ama told me about my dad growing up: When he was in eighth grade, my dad was in swing choir. Around that time, he also refused to smile on command because, well, he was an obnoxious 14-year-old. But the swing choir teacher always told him to smile more, again and again and again, but he never did. One day she had had enough and snapped at him, "Why won't you smile? Is that too hard? Smile or get out." So he said okay, walked out, and never sung in choir ever again XD
When we were young, two sets of twins born a year apart, we too decided to run away from home. So all four of us decided we were going to live in the park, and drink from the fountain. We wrote a note and could not agree on who was going to deliver it, so we all went home, she didn't even notice all of her kids were gone.
Ok, ik what the birds and the bees talk is but how tf do birds and bees relate to it?!?
Another one my Ama told me about my obnoxious eighth-grade father: He was always the first one finished with tests, and he finished one in about half the class period, so he went back to his desk and sat down. He was sort of looking around, not really at anyone in particular, but his teacher snapped at him to "keep his eyes on his own paper." He told her that he was finished with the test and besides, he wasn't looking at anyone's exam. But the teacher said that he needed to "set a good example" to which my father replied, "Why is it my job to set a good example?" She locked him in the closet for the rest of the period. My father was a very testy eighth grader, apparently...
The first marking period of 3rd grade I got a D in reading - my mother couldn't figure out why because at home I was reading the Black Stallion and Nancy Drew series' Turns out when you are reading at the 7th grade level - you won't go back to reading at the 3rd. I got poor marks the rest of the year because I wouldn't read that "baby stuff".
I have 2 older sisters and when our middle sister was about 7/8 we were at a restaurant and she told the waitress she wanted a whiskey sour to drink. Mom almost died as that was her drink of choice. Needless to say we all ended up with Shirley Temples for our beverage that night out.
Well, at about 5 I found out there isn't a Santa Claus by pretending to go to sleep, and then after a while crawling back to the living room door and looking under the door at the tree, only to see my parents placing presents. I remember my reaction was "well, that makes more sense", and simply shrugged and went for bed for real. I didn't care for the supernatural stuff, I just wanted a logical explanation.
I never perpetuated the Santa myth to my kids. They ruined a lot of their friend's childhoods.
My little girl was devastated when she finally realised that Santa wasn't real. Accused me, (quite rightly), of deceiving her, lying to her and breaking her heart. I think she understands now but boy, at the time, I felt awful!
I do understand it's a good story to give to children, but why do people/adults gets angry when you tell children that santa isn't real? (I'm not christian and my country does not observe christmas aside from the retail sale)
Outside of the religious aspect of Christmas, the Santa/gift giving, etc. is just a wholesome, sweet thing for children/families to have. Having the children believe in Santa as long as possible is just to give them the happy/fantasy aspect of things while they are still young enough to believe. So, telling a young child it is not real might ruin a sweet aspect of the holiday that children believe in.
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This is exactly why the Santa tradition should become a game. Then it doesn't matter if it's real or not. Is Mario or Zelda any less fun because it's only a game?
When my little brother was 4 (he's 7 now) he figured out the same thing some how! His reasoning?- Santa was a bit too chubby for the chimney that we didn't have (according to him) and he also asked why he couldn't tell his class loll
When teaching 4th graders to play "Jolly Old St. Nicholas" on their recorders, I commented "... we all know he's not real anyway." The students were shocked and talked about it in front of younger students on the school bus after school. The principal called me in, wanted to find out what actually happened and then informed me that parents were NOT happy! My own children had figured it out well before 4th grade, so I assumed that was the norm. The parent organization and the 4th grade teacher conspired to reinforce the 'reality' of Santa. The teacher locked her classroom in front of the students before dropping them off for lunch in the cafeteria. The parents entered the room, played Santa, and then locked the door when leaving.
That's a bit OTT of the parents, playing Santa at school like that!
Load More Replies... When I was really little I realized Santa wasn't real because he and my mom had the same handwriting, I'm proud to say I left her speechless when I told her that
My son learned (from me) that the middle finger had a negative connotation but it was still "just a finger". He then proceeded to give this lesson ( including demonstrating the bird) at a dinner party filled with Community leaders and their influential (naive) children. Their parents were not pleased (that was my last dinner party with that group!) oops! Tee hee hee
Why do parents feel the need to lie to their kids about a fat man bringing the presents just to keep them well-behaved?! It's wierd! Be far better if the kids are taught that the presents come from Parents hard-earned money, an that every gift is more valuable cos it's not just from a jolly fat man. Ah how do parents explain why poor kids don't get nice toys/gifts/clothes then, if Santa goes to everyone??
Once when I was teaching 4th graders (ages 9-10) to play "Jolly Old St. Nicholas" on their recorders, I commented, "... we all know he's not real anyway." The students were shocked and talked about it after school in front of the little ones on the school bus. My own children had all figured it out on or before they turned 8 years old, so I didn't think I'd done anything wrong. The principal called me in, asked exactly what happened and then told me that the parents were quite upset. The 4th grade teacher and parents conspired to maintain the magic: the teacher locked her classroom in front of the students, dropped them off for lunch in the classroom. Meanwhile, the parents snuck into the room, played Santa and then relocked the door when leaving.
I had to have my wisdom teeth pulled out late in life. My great niece asked me if the tooth fairy left me money. I was actually surprised that I was quick to think of my feet; I told her because they were PULLED and didn't fall on their own, I didn't get a visit from the tooth fairy. She was good with that answer. Let children be children; life is hard enough as it is. Let them live in a fantasy if even for a little while.
My youngest son believed in Santa up to the age of 10. Each year before handing out gifts we would go to the streets in our neighborhood and call Santa at the top of our lungs! Last year when I it was time to "call" Santa, he took my face in his hands, looked me in the eyes and said "Mom, he is not real"
In your defense, she did not tell you to put the stamps on the bills for you drop them in the box.
In 1971-1972, when I was in 6th grade, girls weren’t allowed to wear pants to school, only skirts. Well, when it got cold, our legs got cold too—-this was the early 70s, and miniskirts were in fashion. Plus, the 6th grade boys were gross, and tried to look under our skirts (we started wearing our gym shorts under them as a result). When we went to the principal to ask if we could wear pants, we were told no. So we organized, and picked a day when we would ALL wear pants in protest. We figured they couldn’t send every 6th grade girl home to change. The day came, and we all showed up in pants. It was way warmer, more comfortable, and extremely liberating. The principal saw that the ground didn’t swallow us up, and the world didn’t come to an end, just because a bunch of 12 year old girls wore pants to school, and the dress code was broken. I learned the power of peaceful protest that day.
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I found a report in the file cabinet from when I was in kindergarten. It detailed a test I'd taken to determine whether I was "gifted". I'd done extremely well on things like vocabulary, naming body parts, etc. But my scores on comprehension and listening were in the toilet. I've always been a little TOO eager to please, so I thought it was strange I'd do THAT badly on that part of the test. When I asked my mom about it, she explained: "They pulled you out of field day to give you those tests. You were PISSED."
When I was like 2 or 3 I liked to make books by stapling sheets of printer paper together. Back then I couldn't really read so I just slapped down random sequences of letters and pretended like they were coherent sentences. Then I wanted to "read" them to my siblings at bedtime. Also, I gave every single book the same title. I called them, "Everything I Do Is Perfect, Pictures By Dani, Words By Dani."
I always liked to take my finger on the edges of a cake and scoop up the extra icing that had smeared. My mom wasn't exactly the best cake decorator. Keep in mind I was always careful not to actually touch the cake. When I was 13-14, I did this to my sisters cake. She freaked out and said she didn't want any piece near where I had touched. I proceeded to take my finger and touch every possible piece of cake. She was not pleased...I, however, found it hysterical.
Just one of many- when I was 5 and bored, I'd play with my hands pretending they were animals (middle finger as head, and the rest as legs), and they would "walk", "eat" etc., and "sleep" (all fingers tucked in and head stretched). So, I was at school, and a boy sitting behind me told our teacher I was showing naughty things, I thought he went insane. The teacher came to my desk angry, asking me to confess what naughty things I was showing, and I was all "I didn't do anything naughty, I am playing with animal hands, see, they walk, they play, they eat and drink, they sleep, he is making stuff up, nothing is naughty here". She smiled and told me not to play in class, and I learned about the actual middle finger gesture meaning some 6 or 7 years later.
Ooh, one more, in my opinion a better one - I got hit by a car, I fell to the ground, driver got out amd put me in the back seat. I thought to myself "great, first he hit you, and now he kidnapped you", and refused to give him any of my info until not only he parked me in front of the hospital, but handed me to the doctors.
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When I was 4 I somehow wandered to the street and saw a dead run over squirrel. So I picked in up, brought it inside and put it in the refrigerator so it would come back to life. It didn’t work unfortunately.
When i was very little (4/5) I was on the bus. I was learning to read and picked up a newspaper and read about someone who was addicted to something. I asked my mother what addiction meant and she explained when a person loves something so much they have it a lot and can't live without it. I immediatley then announce loudly "Oh like papa is addicted to coke? But that's ok he only has it on weekends" I was referring to the soft drink because he likes it a lot but obviously not everyone on the bus took it that way....
When I was 5 years old back in the '60's, my parents would watch a TV show about a neurosurgeon titled 'Ben Casey'. I would be playing in the living room when it was on but also semi-watching/listening to it myself. It seemed like every other patient on the show had a head injury and the diagnosis, 'Subdural Hematoma' was being thrown around about every 5 minutes. One day in kindergarten, one of the kids fell in the playground and bumped his head. The teachers and the school nurse were there taking care of the boy (nothing serious) and I walked up and told them to be careful because he just might have a subdural hematoma. They just stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I, of course, had no idea what I was talking about but they must have thought I was some kind of medical prodigy. My parents got a good laugh when the school told them about it.
When I was 5 my dad was in a wheelchair for the year and whenever I did something naughty I would just run up the stairs
When I was 6 I was really into this creative writing where I talked about dinosaur zombies and they said I couldn't do the writing anymore because my reading needed work so they had me read these boring books instead and I literally cried until they let me write again
If by looking at the recent trend of zombie shows and films, you were definitely ahead of your time!
Load More Replies... I was reading (in secret) at a very young age and when my mom put me in a daycare that was in a library, I thought that I hit the jackpot. The problem was that I wanted to read the book and the personell thought I was just looking at them. So I got scolded and put in a chair. After a while I would get up sneak over to the books and get caught again. Eventually after many times if this happening they put be back in the chair and "tied" me there with garn. After that I wouldnt shut up and started yelling, so they put scotch tape over my mouth. This was how my mom found me on the first day of daycare. (Keep in mind that this was the early 80's and I was definitely a pain in the butt and probably still am. The personnel who were actually librarians didnt do anything serious and as I got older, I loved going to that library even more.)
In pre-school on the day we were going to learn to write. My teacher tells the class that most people are right handed. I immediately decided I would be a lefty! Looking back, it has forced me to be ambidextrous which I'm really happy about.
I remember a girl in Sunday School who was being bullied for being left handed. So I picked up a crayon with my left hand and started coloring. Maybe that's how I became ambidextrous myself.
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This is a story that i don't remember myself but am told frequently by my mother whenever talk about my sisters and my younger days are brought up. My family left our home country of Korea and moved to Uganda when I was very young. Soon it became time for me to go to Pre-K (like Kindergarten but before Kindergarten) and on the second day of Pre-K, I stood in the doorway saying that i didn't want to go to school. Concerned, my parents sat me down on the couch and asked me why I didn't want to go to school. My answer was simple. "They don't understand me when I want to go to the bathroom".
When I was a kid, we had two kitties, one of which I was super close with (she used to walk me to the bus stop in the morning before school, and waited with me until I left before she walked back home, then she would meet me at the stop after school). I once wrote her a letter explaining to her that if she could talk, she could talk to me and I would keep her secret. I put this letter in one of her favorite nap spots. Today I'm one of the biggest (non-hoarding) cat ladies you'll ever meet. :)
Not me, my son. When he was 4 I caught him doing something that he shouldn't have (I don't remember so must not have been important). Upon being questioned, he said, "I can do anything I want because I'm cute." I asked him who told him he was cute. "Grandma." My response, "Grandma lies." The look on his face was priceless. No photos since no cell at the time (he is 30 yrs old today). I had to go to another room to laugh.
When I was a kid, any time I had a question about anything, my dad would always tell me to look it up for myself first. This was ingrained from a young age, and so I would always look things up for myself first. I'm now a marketing research director.
Gosh, these brought up so many good memories. I am 23 months older than my fraternal twin brothers, which made for some very interesting "family dynamics!" As the big sister I had to set an example, but as the only girl, I got away with a lot!
Mother used to guilt trip me into eating more than I wanted to eat. "Think of all the starving children in Africa"? In my logic how was over eating going to to help. I shoved my plate towards her and said to her "send it to them" My dad thought it was funny.
Apparently, I tried to teach myself Latin when I was 4. I had a little book that I would carry around constantly. I don't remember any of it now though, but I still remember the sign language alphabet which I taught myself at age 3. (I've needed a little refreshing from time to time.)
I love all of you guys' cute stories about your childhood... I wish I had something nice to say, too. For me, what I remember the best is that my dad thought I was stupid, and my mum thought I was ugly and fat. I ended up with an eating disorder when I was a teen, but I became obese again as soon as that was done. So yeah, these things made me who I am.
That's a terrible way to treat a child. If parents could just see how much it hurts, and how long lasting the damage is. I hope things are better for you now.
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Can't remember my age but I struggled with correct words. I scribbled on papers, stuffed them into envelopes, and proceeded to deliver them to the other tenants in the apartment building. Only I couldn't think of the correct word for what I was giving them. They asked me what it was. Instead of 'envelope' I said I was giving them 'omelettes'. I still remember the looks of confusion...
I was in sixth grade and first level of punishment was to write five study tips (legit stupid list of tips on how to study). If you didn't do those you had to do 10, if you didn't do the 10 you got detention. One day my antics escalated and the teacher eventually told me I had to do 10 study tips, I asked her if she would like them written or recited , if I really thought about it I could probably remember parts of them now 30 years later. I wasn't at that school long but I think I had accumulated about 3 months worth of detentions
Before being accepted to kindergarten I had to do a hand/eye coordination “test” of throwing a ball back and forth with the teacher... So there’s little 4yr old me, red hair in pigtails. Well of course I eventually missed.. Teacher: “oops you missed” Me: *stares* *picks up the ball and throws it sideways* “Oops you missed” That’s my favorite story about me from when I was little. 😊 Oh, also there was a task to name something that melts. Presumably she was expecting the answer to be ice. Nope! Cheese-when you put it in the microwave.
When I was 5 1/2, I started first grade. I was reading in short order and I wanted my own library card as mother couldn't get away often enough to check out books for me. The rule - at that time - was you had to be six and able to write your name. My writing wasn't all that great, but on my sixth birthday, I got that library card. I spent many, many afternoons at that library growing up.
When I was young, I was a HUGE Star Trek fan. I positioned my left hand between the railings on my bed so I could do the Spock "Live Long and Prosper" gesture. I could already do it with my right hand, but I wanted to have the ability to do it with both hands. It worked!
Also when I was a kid I wanted to be either a Gypsy or a contortionist. I'm neither :(
If your reading this I hope you have a great day and know. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 NIV
I was little, maybe 4 or 5. We were going out somewhere and I wasn't putting my shoes on because I was too busy doing something far more important. My mother lost her temper and yelled at me to put shoes on, so I went into my bedroom and came out wearing flippers. My father thought it was so funny, he slipped me fifty cents.
Mines pretty simple and short. My first word was "I want a cookie"
When I was about 3 I noticed my grandfather looking for change, so I went to my piggy bank, took out all my change, and gave it to my grandmother saying that it was for "Grandpa, because he was poor and needed money."
My 8th grade teacher always got our attention by saying, "Class, give me your eyes please". So one day after lunch, she said it again. We rushed her desk and threw pictures of eyes at her. She cracked up and said, "Miss Dodson, I will see you after class". To this day I'm still not really sure how she knew it was me ~
When I was in kindergarten, I was allowed to pick one book a week at the library. One week, I picked a comic book used to explain to children that they are going to have a sibling and how it happened. It was child friendly but honest. Soon, my friend's unmarried mother got pregnant. She told kids in our Catholic kindergarten that Jesus had put the baby under her heart. I insisted that even though my friend didn't have a daddy, there must one that really loved her mommy, put his p* in her v* and put sperm in mommy's belly and that's how the baby was made. The kindergarten teacher almost got fired because she said I was right.
With all the negative examples of teachers in this thread, it’s particularly sad to see that someone who tried to do a good job almost got fired.
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When I was a child, I would take my pets to the pound, now before you get your pitchforks hear me out, I have no idea why I did this, and no idea why my mother let me (shes been dead several years so I cant ask her). I would be very very sad about it and I would cry, I just would get this idea in my head that they would be happier without me. I also recall throwing away beloved toys, I have no clue whether I was just uncomfortable with attachment or if I was trying to punish myself. I swear Im not a sociopath, and haven't taken an animal to the pound since I was 7, its just this super strange period in my life that oddly I feel pushed me to become who I am. Someone who adopts a pet for life, has few people im attached to but those I am I would happily walk through fire for, and has very little attachment to stuff.
I found a report in the file cabinet from when I was in kindergarten. It detailed a test I'd taken to determine whether I was "gifted". I'd done extremely well on things like vocabulary, naming body parts, etc. But my scores on comprehension and listening were in the toilet. I've always been a little TOO eager to please, so I thought it was strange I'd do THAT badly on that part of the test. When I asked my mom about it, she explained: "They pulled you out of field day to give you those tests. You were PISSED."
When I was like 2 or 3 I liked to make books by stapling sheets of printer paper together. Back then I couldn't really read so I just slapped down random sequences of letters and pretended like they were coherent sentences. Then I wanted to "read" them to my siblings at bedtime. Also, I gave every single book the same title. I called them, "Everything I Do Is Perfect, Pictures By Dani, Words By Dani."
I always liked to take my finger on the edges of a cake and scoop up the extra icing that had smeared. My mom wasn't exactly the best cake decorator. Keep in mind I was always careful not to actually touch the cake. When I was 13-14, I did this to my sisters cake. She freaked out and said she didn't want any piece near where I had touched. I proceeded to take my finger and touch every possible piece of cake. She was not pleased...I, however, found it hysterical.
Just one of many- when I was 5 and bored, I'd play with my hands pretending they were animals (middle finger as head, and the rest as legs), and they would "walk", "eat" etc., and "sleep" (all fingers tucked in and head stretched). So, I was at school, and a boy sitting behind me told our teacher I was showing naughty things, I thought he went insane. The teacher came to my desk angry, asking me to confess what naughty things I was showing, and I was all "I didn't do anything naughty, I am playing with animal hands, see, they walk, they play, they eat and drink, they sleep, he is making stuff up, nothing is naughty here". She smiled and told me not to play in class, and I learned about the actual middle finger gesture meaning some 6 or 7 years later.
Ooh, one more, in my opinion a better one - I got hit by a car, I fell to the ground, driver got out amd put me in the back seat. I thought to myself "great, first he hit you, and now he kidnapped you", and refused to give him any of my info until not only he parked me in front of the hospital, but handed me to the doctors.
Load More Replies... When I was 4 I somehow wandered to the street and saw a dead run over squirrel. So I picked in up, brought it inside and put it in the refrigerator so it would come back to life. It didn’t work unfortunately.
When i was very little (4/5) I was on the bus. I was learning to read and picked up a newspaper and read about someone who was addicted to something. I asked my mother what addiction meant and she explained when a person loves something so much they have it a lot and can't live without it. I immediatley then announce loudly "Oh like papa is addicted to coke? But that's ok he only has it on weekends" I was referring to the soft drink because he likes it a lot but obviously not everyone on the bus took it that way....
When I was 5 years old back in the '60's, my parents would watch a TV show about a neurosurgeon titled 'Ben Casey'. I would be playing in the living room when it was on but also semi-watching/listening to it myself. It seemed like every other patient on the show had a head injury and the diagnosis, 'Subdural Hematoma' was being thrown around about every 5 minutes. One day in kindergarten, one of the kids fell in the playground and bumped his head. The teachers and the school nurse were there taking care of the boy (nothing serious) and I walked up and told them to be careful because he just might have a subdural hematoma. They just stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I, of course, had no idea what I was talking about but they must have thought I was some kind of medical prodigy. My parents got a good laugh when the school told them about it.
When I was 5 my dad was in a wheelchair for the year and whenever I did something naughty I would just run up the stairs
When I was 6 I was really into this creative writing where I talked about dinosaur zombies and they said I couldn't do the writing anymore because my reading needed work so they had me read these boring books instead and I literally cried until they let me write again
If by looking at the recent trend of zombie shows and films, you were definitely ahead of your time!
Load More Replies... I was reading (in secret) at a very young age and when my mom put me in a daycare that was in a library, I thought that I hit the jackpot. The problem was that I wanted to read the book and the personell thought I was just looking at them. So I got scolded and put in a chair. After a while I would get up sneak over to the books and get caught again. Eventually after many times if this happening they put be back in the chair and "tied" me there with garn. After that I wouldnt shut up and started yelling, so they put scotch tape over my mouth. This was how my mom found me on the first day of daycare. (Keep in mind that this was the early 80's and I was definitely a pain in the butt and probably still am. The personnel who were actually librarians didnt do anything serious and as I got older, I loved going to that library even more.)
In pre-school on the day we were going to learn to write. My teacher tells the class that most people are right handed. I immediately decided I would be a lefty! Looking back, it has forced me to be ambidextrous which I'm really happy about.
I remember a girl in Sunday School who was being bullied for being left handed. So I picked up a crayon with my left hand and started coloring. Maybe that's how I became ambidextrous myself.
Load More Replies... This is a story that i don't remember myself but am told frequently by my mother whenever talk about my sisters and my younger days are brought up. My family left our home country of Korea and moved to Uganda when I was very young. Soon it became time for me to go to Pre-K (like Kindergarten but before Kindergarten) and on the second day of Pre-K, I stood in the doorway saying that i didn't want to go to school. Concerned, my parents sat me down on the couch and asked me why I didn't want to go to school. My answer was simple. "They don't understand me when I want to go to the bathroom".
When I was a kid, we had two kitties, one of which I was super close with (she used to walk me to the bus stop in the morning before school, and waited with me until I left before she walked back home, then she would meet me at the stop after school). I once wrote her a letter explaining to her that if she could talk, she could talk to me and I would keep her secret. I put this letter in one of her favorite nap spots. Today I'm one of the biggest (non-hoarding) cat ladies you'll ever meet. :)
Not me, my son. When he was 4 I caught him doing something that he shouldn't have (I don't remember so must not have been important). Upon being questioned, he said, "I can do anything I want because I'm cute." I asked him who told him he was cute. "Grandma." My response, "Grandma lies." The look on his face was priceless. No photos since no cell at the time (he is 30 yrs old today). I had to go to another room to laugh.
When I was a kid, any time I had a question about anything, my dad would always tell me to look it up for myself first. This was ingrained from a young age, and so I would always look things up for myself first. I'm now a marketing research director.
Gosh, these brought up so many good memories. I am 23 months older than my fraternal twin brothers, which made for some very interesting "family dynamics!" As the big sister I had to set an example, but as the only girl, I got away with a lot!
Mother used to guilt trip me into eating more than I wanted to eat. "Think of all the starving children in Africa"? In my logic how was over eating going to to help. I shoved my plate towards her and said to her "send it to them" My dad thought it was funny.
Apparently, I tried to teach myself Latin when I was 4. I had a little book that I would carry around constantly. I don't remember any of it now though, but I still remember the sign language alphabet which I taught myself at age 3. (I've needed a little refreshing from time to time.)
I love all of you guys' cute stories about your childhood... I wish I had something nice to say, too. For me, what I remember the best is that my dad thought I was stupid, and my mum thought I was ugly and fat. I ended up with an eating disorder when I was a teen, but I became obese again as soon as that was done. So yeah, these things made me who I am.
That's a terrible way to treat a child. If parents could just see how much it hurts, and how long lasting the damage is. I hope things are better for you now.
Load More Replies... Can't remember my age but I struggled with correct words. I scribbled on papers, stuffed them into envelopes, and proceeded to deliver them to the other tenants in the apartment building. Only I couldn't think of the correct word for what I was giving them. They asked me what it was. Instead of 'envelope' I said I was giving them 'omelettes'. I still remember the looks of confusion...
I was in sixth grade and first level of punishment was to write five study tips (legit stupid list of tips on how to study). If you didn't do those you had to do 10, if you didn't do the 10 you got detention. One day my antics escalated and the teacher eventually told me I had to do 10 study tips, I asked her if she would like them written or recited , if I really thought about it I could probably remember parts of them now 30 years later. I wasn't at that school long but I think I had accumulated about 3 months worth of detentions
Before being accepted to kindergarten I had to do a hand/eye coordination “test” of throwing a ball back and forth with the teacher... So there’s little 4yr old me, red hair in pigtails. Well of course I eventually missed.. Teacher: “oops you missed” Me: *stares* *picks up the ball and throws it sideways* “Oops you missed” That’s my favorite story about me from when I was little. 😊 Oh, also there was a task to name something that melts. Presumably she was expecting the answer to be ice. Nope! Cheese-when you put it in the microwave.
When I was 5 1/2, I started first grade. I was reading in short order and I wanted my own library card as mother couldn't get away often enough to check out books for me. The rule - at that time - was you had to be six and able to write your name. My writing wasn't all that great, but on my sixth birthday, I got that library card. I spent many, many afternoons at that library growing up.
When I was young, I was a HUGE Star Trek fan. I positioned my left hand between the railings on my bed so I could do the Spock "Live Long and Prosper" gesture. I could already do it with my right hand, but I wanted to have the ability to do it with both hands. It worked!
Also when I was a kid I wanted to be either a Gypsy or a contortionist. I'm neither :(
If your reading this I hope you have a great day and know. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 NIV
I was little, maybe 4 or 5. We were going out somewhere and I wasn't putting my shoes on because I was too busy doing something far more important. My mother lost her temper and yelled at me to put shoes on, so I went into my bedroom and came out wearing flippers. My father thought it was so funny, he slipped me fifty cents.
Mines pretty simple and short. My first word was "I want a cookie"
When I was about 3 I noticed my grandfather looking for change, so I went to my piggy bank, took out all my change, and gave it to my grandmother saying that it was for "Grandpa, because he was poor and needed money."
My 8th grade teacher always got our attention by saying, "Class, give me your eyes please". So one day after lunch, she said it again. We rushed her desk and threw pictures of eyes at her. She cracked up and said, "Miss Dodson, I will see you after class". To this day I'm still not really sure how she knew it was me ~
When I was in kindergarten, I was allowed to pick one book a week at the library. One week, I picked a comic book used to explain to children that they are going to have a sibling and how it happened. It was child friendly but honest. Soon, my friend's unmarried mother got pregnant. She told kids in our Catholic kindergarten that Jesus had put the baby under her heart. I insisted that even though my friend didn't have a daddy, there must one that really loved her mommy, put his p* in her v* and put sperm in mommy's belly and that's how the baby was made. The kindergarten teacher almost got fired because she said I was right.
With all the negative examples of teachers in this thread, it’s particularly sad to see that someone who tried to do a good job almost got fired.
Load More Replies... When I was a child, I would take my pets to the pound, now before you get your pitchforks hear me out, I have no idea why I did this, and no idea why my mother let me (shes been dead several years so I cant ask her). I would be very very sad about it and I would cry, I just would get this idea in my head that they would be happier without me. I also recall throwing away beloved toys, I have no clue whether I was just uncomfortable with attachment or if I was trying to punish myself. I swear Im not a sociopath, and haven't taken an animal to the pound since I was 7, its just this super strange period in my life that oddly I feel pushed me to become who I am. Someone who adopts a pet for life, has few people im attached to but those I am I would happily walk through fire for, and has very little attachment to stuff.
