The moment your childhood died
- Thread starter Souplex
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Age thirteen I reckon, I don't want to talk about it, but I reckon that was about when I lost my childhood innocence. Obviously I'm a teenager at that age but y'know what I mean, there was a specific catalyst where it changed my growth and personality, where I would likely be a completely different person where it not for that.
Shit man...first grade? That is really bad, I feel for ya.Chrono180 said:
I don't remember what caused it, but when I was 14 I was suddenly overcome by waves of bitter cynicism, which have not left since. So...Puberty killed my childhood, I think.
I think it was during the early days starting high school that during lunch time I went to the nearby shops (we are allow to go there on break time) to buy the latest Beano comic (a British). As I walked out holding it, some older pupil (what a prick) had make fun of me of still getting it. Not wanting to make fun off again, I stop buying it the week later.
I think I still have a few shards of childhood hidden away somewhere, but the thing that dealt the biggest blow was probably when my first dog, Yoshi, died. My parents had gotten him a year before I was born, so he'd been there my whole life, protecting me and comforting me. Then, one day when I was 12, he had a heart attack in the middle of the night. My dad tried to call a vet, but there weren't any close by, so he just sat with Yoshi and comforted him. He told my sister and I what happened the next morning, and we had his body cremated.
The really sad thing is that while we were moving a few years later, we stopped for the night at a motel. The next morning, we found that some guys had broken into our truck and stolen some boxes, one of which contained the small box of Yoshi's ashes. Never forgave the motherf***ers.
The really sad thing is that while we were moving a few years later, we stopped for the night at a motel. The next morning, we found that some guys had broken into our truck and stolen some boxes, one of which contained the small box of Yoshi's ashes. Never forgave the motherf***ers.
It was in first grade when I just moved from out of state to the one I'm currently in, and I was made fun of because I was 'foreign' and wasn't with the Kindergarden crowd. It was either that or watching my older brother have a nervous breakdown when I was 9, not that I'm keeping track or anything.
I think the whole thing of asking young children at school to say which job they want to do when they grow up is pretty much designed to kill childhood. It's a big childhood-killing machine.Souplex said:
Of course, you could just develop a giant mecha suit, find your teacher's house and stamp on it. That'd learn her, eh?
I guess it should have been when my dad left when I was 8 but funnily enough it happened 6 years later when I was once again being bullied at school and I realised that literally no-one can ever help you in that situation and that you have to, NEED to help yourself. Weirdly enough, it's never been as bad since then, I'm now 16 and I never get any shit. I should have learned that lesson earlier. Would have made my first 3 years of ho=igh school A LOT easier.
Probably the time that my Kindergarten teacher yelled at me for coloring my T-Rex red, and my stegosaurus blue. She told me that it was all wrong because dinosaurs were only earth tones, like brown and green, and that coloring them red and blue was downright stupid and childish. I got so angry at her that I screamed "BUT LAVA'S RED!!!", and she got pissed and held me in from recess for the rest of the week.
Or y'know, when I was twelve and realized that the "funny smelling room" at my mom's friend's house was where everyone was getting high as fuck.
Or y'know, when I was twelve and realized that the "funny smelling room" at my mom's friend's house was where everyone was getting high as fuck.