When I couldn't call my friends anymore and ask if they wanted to play. All of sudden you had to ask if they wanted to "do something" instead.
Harsh times indeed.
Harsh times indeed.
The moment your childhood died
- Thread starter Souplex
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well I know this sounds stupid.... but when I finished Need for Speed Underground 2 last summer... When it came out in 2004 it was like this unbeatable,hard,impossible racing game for me... And then I managed to finish it over night on hard difficulty...
Yeah this would be it, among other experiences that were considered "simply-not-doable-as-a-human-being" at the ages between 9-15, and now do not even impress me...
Fun times...
Yeah this would be it, among other experiences that were considered "simply-not-doable-as-a-human-being" at the ages between 9-15, and now do not even impress me...
Fun times...
Hm...I think it was when my parents put my dog to sleep without telling me. I came home from school that day to find his collar just sitting on the counter and the second I saw it, I knew exactly what happened.
I still have a lot of bitterness towards them over it, actually.
I still have a lot of bitterness towards them over it, actually.
I'm still pretty good...Though I guess bullying Stabbed my childhood,but didn't really kill it...
I'm 22, and it's still going strong.
It gets a lot better once you move out, just try to hang in there.
Dude, been there, done that, bought the tee shirt, wore said tee shirt so much it wore out, and am now using it as a rag in my workshop.Radeonx said:
It gets a lot better once you move out, just try to hang in there.
Probably when I saved this one guy from a beating and the next day he told me to go fuck myself. It kind of breaks a kid's illusion of all those "knight in a shining armor"-fantasies.
And some of the magic vanished too when Santa brought me a gift which still had a price tag on it.
"Mom, why this book has a price tag from the local supermarket on it?"
"Santa must have been busy and decided to buy some gifts he couldn't make, honey."
"From our local supermarket?"
"Yes, dear. Santa is a very busy man."
"...Dad didn't go to see his friend on christmas eve, did he?"
*sigh*
I was 7 years old and I felt afterwards that I would have been better off believing in Santa, at least until 10....
And some of the magic vanished too when Santa brought me a gift which still had a price tag on it.
"Mom, why this book has a price tag from the local supermarket on it?"
"Santa must have been busy and decided to buy some gifts he couldn't make, honey."
"From our local supermarket?"
"Yes, dear. Santa is a very busy man."
"...Dad didn't go to see his friend on christmas eve, did he?"
*sigh*
I was 7 years old and I felt afterwards that I would have been better off believing in Santa, at least until 10....
I might be one of few lucky persons, but usually, whenever I get "kicked out" of my childhood, I find a way to get back there sooner or later.
When my mother dies, when I moved out from my childhood home, when I was working on my final thesis...
All these times I felt like the world had lost a lot of colour, everything seemed dull, nothing was actually interesting and a lot of things, even games, felt like chores.
This state lasts only for a few months usually, though.
When my mother dies, when I moved out from my childhood home, when I was working on my final thesis...
All these times I felt like the world had lost a lot of colour, everything seemed dull, nothing was actually interesting and a lot of things, even games, felt like chores.
This state lasts only for a few months usually, though.
I've been without a childhood pretty much all my life, but if I had to pick a particular moment...
When I was in first grade one of the other students made it a special point to pick on me all the time.At one point during recess, about midway through the semester, he caught me on the playground slide. He then grabbed my head and began slamming it down onto the metal surface. When two of my front teeth fell out of my skull he was (I think) surprised enough that his grip loosened and I was able to run away and hide. I made the first of many suicide attempts a few days later, so I think that was the moment that really "killed" my childhood.
When I was in first grade one of the other students made it a special point to pick on me all the time.At one point during recess, about midway through the semester, he caught me on the playground slide. He then grabbed my head and began slamming it down onto the metal surface. When two of my front teeth fell out of my skull he was (I think) surprised enough that his grip loosened and I was able to run away and hide. I made the first of many suicide attempts a few days later, so I think that was the moment that really "killed" my childhood.
