Weirdest Childhood Experience

[Revnak_v1legacy]

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.

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.

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.

I'm surprised it took you so long to notice. And I love getting that reaction. Makes my day.

 

[Cooperblack]

I once walked on my teacher watching obese Asian poop porn with a large jar of honey next to him, rubbing giant globs of it onto his bare chest and when he noticed me he asked me if I wanted to climb up on his honey tree.

So ehh..did you?

 

[zelda2fanboy]

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.

 

[Breaker deGodot]

Does being molested by a close friend count? Because that happened.

As for something that is somewhat funny, writing poetry to woo a girl when you're in 4th grade is a bit odd. Proceeding to constantly give her gifts that were actually real gifts was also a bit odd. I don't speak to her anymore. Boy was I an awkward child.

Also, being locked in a janitor closet for a school day as punishment for poking a girl in the nose with an eraser (and no that is not some cunning euphemism) was also odd.

Do you mind elaborating on being molested by your friend? That sounds... odd.

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.

I'm honestly not sure if I should laugh or recoil in horror. That's pretty awkward all right.

 

[Revnak_v1legacy]

Does being molested by a close friend count? Because that happened.

As for something that is somewhat funny, writing poetry to woo a girl when you're in 4th grade is a bit odd. Proceeding to constantly give her gifts that were actually real gifts was also a bit odd. I don't speak to her anymore. Boy was I an awkward child.

Also, being locked in a janitor closet for a school day as punishment for poking a girl in the nose with an eraser (and no that is not some cunning euphemism) was also odd.

Do you mind elaborating on being molested by your friend? That sounds... odd.

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.

I'm honestly not sure if I should laugh or recoil in horror. That's pretty awkward all right.

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.

 

[The Funslinger]

Does being molested by a close friend count? Because that happened.

As for something that is somewhat funny, writing poetry to woo a girl when you're in 4th grade is a bit odd. Proceeding to constantly give her gifts that were actually real gifts was also a bit odd. I don't speak to her anymore. Boy was I an awkward child.

Also, being locked in a janitor closet for a school day as punishment for poking a girl in the nose with an eraser (and no that is not some cunning euphemism) was also odd.

Do you mind elaborating on being molested by your friend? That sounds... odd.

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.

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.

On the other hand, aww. That girl must have been either really happy, or really creeped out. xD

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.

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. xD

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.

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.

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?

 

[Brad Calkins]

The weirdest thing that ever happened to me would have to be the time I was playing L4D2, I got seperated from the group and a jockey came up and sat in front of me. It didn't attack, just sat there (it made eye contact with me), so I emptied an entire clip at it and missed every shot(it took up the whole crosair). the weirdest part is, it sat there the whole time and for a second afterward, so either it was taunting me, or was as amazed as I was.

 

[Revnak_v1legacy]

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.

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.

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?

That totally wasn't me. I live in America. I've never even been to this strange Europe continent you speak. Nope, not me. Never

Yeah, I'm pretty certain that counts. And I really hope you explain that. Sounds fun.

 

[The Funslinger]

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.

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.

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?

That totally wasn't me. I live in America. I've never even been to this strange Europe continent you speak. Nope, not me. Never

Yeah, I'm pretty certain that counts. And I really hope you explain that. Sounds fun.

Well, I live in the North of England, in Yorkshire. Large parts of Yorkshire are woods or moorland. As it happens, my family tends three thousand acres of moorland called the Grimwith estate. This involves keeping, breeding and training a pack of gun dogs and worker dogs. Something I've been taught to do better than most professionals. In any case, when I was a kid, there was only one other child I interacted with. Aside from that, I spent a lot of time on the moors with my dad and uncles. They'd do their thing, and I spent all my time with the dogs. My first memory is being in the back of a landrover with labradors climbing over me. I have this huge natural affinity for dogs, and innately understanding their behavior, and I imagine its affected my own on some level.

So even though I think cats are kind of nice, I'll always be a dog person, because I was part of a pack. Hell, one thing I always do that nobody else does is let the new pups teeth on my forearm. They love it. And to this day, I wrestle dogs as a form of exercise.

 

[Vicarious Reality]

Pretty damn boring childhood...

I guess one time we found a large industrial ditch full of water, and everyone decided to jump in
I think i even jumped my bike into it

 

[Sean Hollyman]

When me and my friend were young, we took a bath together.

He stood up, and I rubbed his penis with my toes.

>.>

Yeah looking back that's kind of weird.

 

[Revnak_v1legacy]

Edit- fuck, wrong thread

 

[Nuuu]

I never had much of a wierd childhood, i do remember when i was really young (not sure of my age, i was still in diapers and couldn't speak much, so i'm guessing 3), possibly my first memory even, i woke up really early in the morning and ran to the couch, i saw my mom's car keys sitting there and picked them up and started to press all the buttons. Seconds later the car alarm starts going off, my mom runs into the room and sees me with the keys. I look at her and say "Beep Beep Mommy!".

 

[Grimh]

Well there was that one time when me, my brother and our friends encountered the "dark man" in my school late one night.

That was pretty weird.

Gee wizz guiz, lets make a obviously vague post in the attempt of entrapping the reader in your probably bullshit story.

Gee wizz guiz, let's read way too much into a shitty forum post some asshole lazily wrote at 2 am, and then accuse him of having some retarded plan to "entrap" people in his probably bullshit story!

 

[Olas]

I have a fairly long but extremely bizarre story about something that happened to me a few years back.
I got home from school one day and realized I had forgotten the key to my house (I had left it inside). Since nobody was home I was essentially locked out. When this kind of thing happens I usually walk to my closest friends house. My closest friend however had recently moved away and his house was up for sale, completely empty.
Being bored though I walked to his house anyway. He had had a dog and therefore a doggy door installed into the back of his house that we had frequently used to get inside whenever he got locked out. Suffice to say I used to the doggy door to break into the empty up-for-sale house and went inside.
For a while I just wandered around the house, noting how creepy it was now with all the decorations/furniture removed. Before I left I noticed a key was left in the inside lock to the back door. I'm not entirely sure why but I took the key with me when I left. I know it's technically stealing, but it seemed harmless since it was a key to an empty house. And I could already get in whenever I wanted via the doggy door.
Afterwards I walked back to my house and, even though I knew it wouldn't work, I decided to try the key I had just found on the lock to my own front door.

It fucking opened.

I'm not sure how or why but I am now in possession of a key which can magically open the door to both houses. A part of me wonders if this is some sort of master key that the lockmakers who were redoing the locks on the house make. Perhaps it can open other doors to other houses as well.

Anyway some new family lives in that house now and it's creepy knowing that I have a key to their house which they don't even know about.

 

[MrStab]

Could be the first time someone walked in on me masturbating or the first time I forgot to delete my history, actually I can top both of those. One time I came home from school and no one was home (not out of the ordinary) my step dads work laptop was on the couch (also not out of the ordinary) what was out of the ordinary however was that he must have been watching porn before anyone got home and he left to wherever he was because I could hear the porn, I lifted the lid on it and he'd locked it but forget to close the video. It finished before anyone else came home but it was a hilariously odd experience.

 

[projectpinkx]

I think I saw an angel/alien/extra-dimensional thingamabob when I was around 12.

 

[MrStab]

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It would be the same model lock I would think.