Weirdest Childhood Experience
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Well we were in my pool at my house, he said it would be fun if we swam without trunks, and he stuck his dick up my ass. Considering I was ten at the time, I was fairly confused and blamed myself for all the awkwardness I felt. A few years later I was watching Law and Order SVU and realized that I had been raped, though at that point it had been long enough that I was no longer friends with the guy and I still felt guilty about it. Now I've gotten over it... kinda. I have no plans on becoming friends with that guy again, though I suppose that is absurdly justified. I also haven't told this to anyone before. Maaaaaaybe I'm not really over it.Breaker deGodot said:
Weirdest? Hmm
Well I remember being around 7 or 8 and we were vacationing in Long Island. (We as in my father and myself). We were at the beach, and I remember going into the water alone at some point. There was a large metal/stone wall that separated one area of the beach from the other and led deep into the waters far beyond that a person should be able to swim. After that my memory is hazy. At some point I remember being over 5 miles away from where we had begun, and my father no where to be found.
As it turns out I guess I had just wandered off, yet I have no recollection of how, and my father has no clue either. Somehow I was able to climb that wall without anyone seeing me and just walk 5 miles away.
Still kinda funny though. My transportation powers are grand! Now if only I had a better memory.
Well I remember being around 7 or 8 and we were vacationing in Long Island. (We as in my father and myself). We were at the beach, and I remember going into the water alone at some point. There was a large metal/stone wall that separated one area of the beach from the other and led deep into the waters far beyond that a person should be able to swim. After that my memory is hazy. At some point I remember being over 5 miles away from where we had begun, and my father no where to be found.
As it turns out I guess I had just wandered off, yet I have no recollection of how, and my father has no clue either. Somehow I was able to climb that wall without anyone seeing me and just walk 5 miles away.
Still kinda funny though. My transportation powers are grand! Now if only I had a better memory.
Im worried that you haven't told anyone before, however decided to tell the internet. However I do feel bad for your situation. By ten years old I was fully aware of "bad touch" and such, and was pretty well informed of what should and should not happen, though I suppose that can't be said for everyone.Revnak said:
On the other hand, aww. That girl must have been either really happy, or really creeped out. xD
Well, when I was about 5 or so my mom and dad took me to the zoo for a day. I was having a grand old time and, being 5, assumed that hippos were both cuddly AND friendly and wouldn't at all mind me poking their noses through the fence of their little area. Well the hippo did mind. It minded quite a lot actually.
And that is how me and at least 3 other kids were sneezed on by a hippo, and had to explain why we had snot chunks in our hair.
And that is how me and at least 3 other kids were sneezed on by a hippo, and had to explain why we had snot chunks in our hair.
I have severely lowered inhibitions over the internet I suppose, which a quick glance at my post history could easily confirm, though not in regards to angry outbursts. Those I keep under control. I was pretty sheltered as a child, and all I held dealt with was stranger danger stuff if I remember correctly. I wouldn't blame my parents or teachers though, my parents were remarkable in far too many ways for me to blame them for anything and my teachers I will blame for entirely different problems I had to face.SaetonChapelle said:
I was an adorable child. My older sister thought it was pretty sweet at least. Both me and the girl I was "dating" (I honestly don't count it myself) were very shy, so it's not like we wound up discussing the poems and gifts I gave her with each other. I suppose that it was far less odd or embarrassing than it was adorable though.
Aww, you "dated"? (Is it really dating in the forth grade? Ah well I had my few as well). How sweet. xDRevnak said:
I remember being little and having boys give me small trinkets and little notes. My favorite is the 'do you like me? mark yes or no!'.
Ha, I topped that! I wrote poems comparing her to diamonds and crystals, and gave her stuffed animals I won in games at church and from arcades. I was like a little Casanova, except without even the vaguest sense of confidence. Man was I cute. I am glad that I have none of those poems now though. That would make me feel very embarrassed, as they quite likely sucked. Poetry has never been my strong suit.SaetonChapelle said:
Weirdest childhood memory you say, hmmmmm......
I can only really think of one. Though it is, uh, how to put it?
Well one day my older brother by 2 years, my younger by the same amount, and me were playing around in our basement. Well, some of the furniture down there was very angular, with lots of hard, sharp edges. Well we were playing about, and about here the memory starts to fade just a little bit. And well, I pushed my little brother into the entertainment center head first. Long story short he needed to have his head stitched or taped, that fact is also foggy, back together.
And that is the story of how I opened my little brothers head.
I can only really think of one. Though it is, uh, how to put it?
Well one day my older brother by 2 years, my younger by the same amount, and me were playing around in our basement. Well, some of the furniture down there was very angular, with lots of hard, sharp edges. Well we were playing about, and about here the memory starts to fade just a little bit. And well, I pushed my little brother into the entertainment center head first. Long story short he needed to have his head stitched or taped, that fact is also foggy, back together.
And that is the story of how I opened my little brothers head.
I already explained the one above, so you can just scroll up and read that one.TrilbyWill said:
As for the eraser thing, I got in trouble for a whole lot of stupid reasons as a kid. Once I had o clean an entire wall because I touched it too often, another time I got in trouble for saying bastard in class even though I didn't know what it meant, I got in trouble for sliding scissors across a table, and the list just goes on and on. The time I got in trouble for the eraser thing the teacher decided I deserved in school suspension, but the detention room was full, so she decided to put me in the storage closet next to her room for the week. It was really boring, and there may have been asbestos. Who am I kidding, there was definitely asbestos, my school sucked.
I loves finding old little notes and things I use to pass around to my ex boyfriends, from elementary school all the way to high school. They were always so cheesy and silly and now that I see them, embarrassing. Same thing with old stories and such I used to write prior to any knowledge of literary works.Revnak said:
Oh childhood.
Off topic: Oh god rail tracer icon. I saw it and shivered. xD
Yeah, I usually don't wind up feeling that way, especially when I remember my first real writing I did was about a couple of superheros named Cool Kid and Super Boy, and all the other stories I came up with were a bit too violent for my teachers' tastes. So they would give me in school suspension and send me to the school psychologist. There's another weird moment, getting sent to the school psychologist for telling a story in third grade that was too violent. Surprisingly the story had nothing to do with all the James Bond games I played, but rather it was the narrative I had come up with for my Legos.SaetonChapelle said:
I'm surprised it took you so long to notice. And I love getting that reaction. Makes my day.
I remember being bathed with my sister when I was like 3 or 4. She was like ten or eleven and really didn't need to be given baths anymore. Strangely, I still opted to have baths by that age, too. Weird. She was pretty mean to me then and in years following, so I feel slightly justified when I remember that I peed in the tub. Ha ha, sis.
I remember a girl at the babysitter's house that was my age (5) who kept wanting to see my penis and I eventually got embarrassed and stopped letting her see. She showed me her vagina at one point. I considered her my "girlfriend" at the time and this is what we thought sex was. I vaguely remember her telling a friend and the friend interpreted it as a form of "molestation" and subtly referred to it in class (no names) around fifth grade or so when that stuff came up again. I felt incredibly guilty about it for awhile. No idea why. I guess I didn't have context on the situation and the definitions of real actual molestation were so vague at the time.
I also showered with both of my parents when I was really little. Be careful with what you do around kids. We remember that stuff.
I remember a girl at the babysitter's house that was my age (5) who kept wanting to see my penis and I eventually got embarrassed and stopped letting her see. She showed me her vagina at one point. I considered her my "girlfriend" at the time and this is what we thought sex was. I vaguely remember her telling a friend and the friend interpreted it as a form of "molestation" and subtly referred to it in class (no names) around fifth grade or so when that stuff came up again. I felt incredibly guilty about it for awhile. No idea why. I guess I didn't have context on the situation and the definitions of real actual molestation were so vague at the time.
I also showered with both of my parents when I was really little. Be careful with what you do around kids. We remember that stuff.
I'm honestly not sure if I should laugh or recoil in horror. That's pretty awkward all right.Revnak said:
I've been doing both for the past little while, so I'd recommend the same. Of course I have a taste for very dark humor, so living by my standards regarding what should and should not be laughed at is probably not advisable.Breaker deGodot said:
I remember when I was 12, I bore witness to a rather strange friend of mine writing a love letter to a girl he would then hassle incessantly for the next few years.Revnak said:
When your love letter contains the phrase "our love is like a cabbage cut in two", you know something is wrong.
OT: Does growing up among a pack of dogs count?