The moment your childhood died
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I'd have to say... when my mom and my (1st) stepfather split up 13-ish years ago. My mother, younger brother and I had to travel from the Bay Area (California) to the tristate area (PA, NJ, NY), just so my mother could be "close" to (biological) family on the east coast she's fairly rueful of anyway. One of the worst things about it was that it seemed like nobody in my part of town had even heard of "MtG" or "manga", so I was officially one of nerd-freaks from middle-thru-high schools. Getting assaulted, harassed, & pitied @ the same time... good times... ...
Ahem... But seriously, it sucked uber-balls when I realized the practice of "feminism" (the contemporary "American" interpretation, apparently) meant that (most) women get to have their cake(s) & eat them too. Looking back, I could even get physically picked on by chicks, & when I'd get fed up and go to finally retaliate, I'm the misogynist-throwback-shitforbrains who needed counseling (& maybe some jailtime w/ some occasional sodomy stew, some said). This broke the proverbial camel's back for me. Equal rights indeed, ladies...
Ahem... But seriously, it sucked uber-balls when I realized the practice of "feminism" (the contemporary "American" interpretation, apparently) meant that (most) women get to have their cake(s) & eat them too. Looking back, I could even get physically picked on by chicks, & when I'd get fed up and go to finally retaliate, I'm the misogynist-throwback-shitforbrains who needed counseling (& maybe some jailtime w/ some occasional sodomy stew, some said). This broke the proverbial camel's back for me. Equal rights indeed, ladies...
When the second season of Pokémon came and introduced hundred more pokemons to capture.
I had just captured/collected them all. I hate that shitty candy to get those little figures, I played the old pokemon game for HOURS, then they just make up another hundred.
I wouldn't say my childhood got ''killed'', it did however suffer a major blow.
I had just captured/collected them all. I hate that shitty candy to get those little figures, I played the old pokemon game for HOURS, then they just make up another hundred.
I wouldn't say my childhood got ''killed'', it did however suffer a major blow.
Well, I've had lots of pets die, but I got used to it.
I think it was probably the first time I got suspended from school for doing something I thought was right.
I think it was probably the first time I got suspended from school for doing something I thought was right.
When I became overwhelmed with fear, knowing that eventually, I will die. When I was around 12, I used to lie awake at night often, trembling with fear, feeling trapped inside my own body, inching closer and closer to death and never being able to go back.
Or possibly it was when I realized that I would hardly get to see my friends anymore outside of high school. All of my friends were either living out of town, or constantly busy with their jobs/sports/hanging out with other friends. I spent most of my high school years being very lonely and bitter.
Or possibly it was when I realized that I would hardly get to see my friends anymore outside of high school. All of my friends were either living out of town, or constantly busy with their jobs/sports/hanging out with other friends. I spent most of my high school years being very lonely and bitter.
I don't really think I had a childhood to begin with. I tried to end my life at age 6 by drowning in a pool due to dealing with bullying and being transgender. Right before this moment, at a daycare I was tied up with jump rope and locked in a closet by the staff for playing with girl toys.
That one time my step-dad pulled off his belt with the freaking rodeo buckle and...
needless to say I have some scarring.
I was also 6.
Of course, then my mom and my grandpa (who was the closest to a real dad I ever had) died, by murder and cancer respectively, and I turned emo for about 5 years. Hard habit to kick...
needless to say I have some scarring.
I was also 6.
Of course, then my mom and my grandpa (who was the closest to a real dad I ever had) died, by murder and cancer respectively, and I turned emo for about 5 years. Hard habit to kick...
The irony? I wrote a dramatically-voiced narration of the incident in my senior year of high school as an entrance piece for a short story contest. I won first place. ^_^Rylot said:
Her staunching my creativity only saw forth to nurture it. So, piss on her.
Probably in fourth grade. You see in grades three and before I always had a good two or three really good friends in my class to hang around with, in fourth grade that number dropped to zero. Sure there were a couple of nice kids, but they already had their groups of friends and didn't want anyone to join their groups (cliques suck). Things were only worse when you put in the kids who weren't really nice, and tended to bully me.
Sure it wasn't the worst year of school in my life (puberty sucks) but it was definitly the time I lost most of my innoncence.
Sure it wasn't the worst year of school in my life (puberty sucks) but it was definitly the time I lost most of my innoncence.
