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I remember being little and my mom took me up to a mall santa, I got scared of him and threw my shoe at his face

The first girl I saw naked was my parents' friend's daughter when we were both 3 or 4..at a pool party when she was changing, haha it was so weird..

i remember when we were in a snowball fight, i was 6 - 7 years old and jason threw an iceball right in my face.
I felt down like
AAAAAAAAAH MY EYE MOM !!! AAAAH

I used to choke on sprees and skittles and all that good stuff, like once a week...
and one time, I was like 5 at kindergarden and i threw a wooden toy at this kid, and he had to get stitches...it was an accident

When I was...a young boy...my father...took me into the city...to see a marching band....lol sorry I had to lolol

when i was about 6, my dad showed me his (noe extinct) growing room, the room was bright white on the inside, lights of course, and plants which where taller than i was, the room was obviously hidden, and i even got stoned from the atmospere inside the room, i started gettin paranoid that my parents where aliens, n the room was their ship, and the plants where man-eating plants =/
i was young, i was accidently stoned, i was very paranoid, haha

when I was 5 i just started to learn how to ride a bike and all the neighbor friends were older and helpin me out and my parents always let me do my own thing around the neighborhood even at an early age.. but the neighborhood was really a good enviroment to live in because everyone were pretty close... but i was riding around and i really got it down for the first time and the next day i just started riding like crazy and my shoe lace was undone and wrapped around the pedal and i started to lean to that side and i was going really fast haha and i just kept leaning over to that side and couldnt do anything about it lol... i fell on my side and was stuck cause i couldnt get my shoe undone lol... neighbor came and helped me out

When I was about 2 or 3 my mom had this this really abusive boyfriend and I remember seeing him push her down the stairs a couple times.

Fuck, I'm trying to think of another childhood memory but my mind has gone blank.

President Beavis wrote:When I was about 2 or 3 my mom had this this really abusive boyfriend and I remember seeing him push her down the stairs a couple times.

Fuck, I'm trying to think of another childhood memory but my mind has gone blank.

thats some depressing shit man...

President Beavis wrote:When I was about 2 or 3 my mom had this this really abusive boyfriend and I remember seeing him push her down the stairs a couple times.

Fuck, I'm trying to think of another childhood memory but my mind has gone blank.

i had my father for my whole childhood, he left when i was 13..... i think it was the worst experience of my whole life...

I remember, when i was 9 and goaling, i received a slapshot right on my knee, wich hurted a lot, and once again, i went ike

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY LEG IS DESTROYED MOMMMMM!!!

When I was 6 or 7 I was fooling around in our driveway with a push broom. I was standing on a grassy hill next to the driveway and in between the hill and driveway was a ditch to collect rainwater so the driveway wouldn't flood. Somehow I managed to fall off the hill and speared myself in the cock and balls with the pointy end of the broom handle.

The only person around was my older sister (who was about 17). I ran crying to her saying I tore my wee-wee off with the broom--because that's what it felt like. I was so scared that I dropped my shorts in the driveway to have her inspect my bird for any damage. Luckily, nothing happened to it...but I wonder if that explains why my dong hangs a bit to the left?

so many words to express penis... i like it !

Nice story, i imagine the mini-you suffering in pain pantless.....

imagine. wrote:i had my father for my whole childhood, he left when i was 13..... i think it was the worst experience of my whole life...

Him leaving or you having him for your whole childhood?

I'm really sorry some of you have had such horrid memories

Following along with my own theme, when I was 6, in grade one me and two boys from my class, James Middleton and James H decided to see what would happen if we just didn't go back to school after recess. Mind you, we were in grade one..and thus retarded.

Anyhow, the school had an interesting layout. There was a hill, with the playground on it. Then there was the blacktop before the land dipped down to a field on one side...and lifted up to two more hills on the other. Eitherway, the blacktop was lined with these varying sized boulders and rocks, so me and the boys crouched behind the largest we could find...and waited.

15 minutes
30 minutes
45 minutes....

Finally Mrs Kayhill sent a student to the office to let them know three of her students were outside. She apparantly knew we were there but didn't bother coming out to get us.

mrs Jack came out and got us and Mrs. Kayhill made us each write out a letter to out parents telling them how bad we had been amd apologizing.

Well! My mom gets the letter and flips...on the teacher She goes to the school to talk to the principal who was the nicest guy ever, Mr Nicholson, and was basically demanding that Mrs. Kayhill be fired, because we were just sitting outside with no one around for so long and something could have happened. The teacher was put on a three week, no pay suspension I believe before coming back...haha oops :O

WhiteLie wrote:

imagine. wrote:i had my father for my whole childhood, he left when i was 13..... i think it was the worst experience of my whole life...

Him leaving or you having him for your whole childhood?

i do not consider myself being a child at 13 yr old... you are more like of a teen.... you understands life way better than a 6 year old kid that is still discovering the world.

when i was 4 and was just starting to talk i remember it being chistmas because we had peanuts in a bowl on the piano, i stood on the stool and stuffed a peanut up my nose, i promptly ran to my dad and shouted at him
'Nut up nose! Nut up Nose' and he said, yes scarlet very good... nut up nose
so i happily run to my mum and say 'nut up nose' my mum nods and says yes i know nut up nose.
3 days later im still pointing at my nose shouting nut up nose, so eventually my dad takes a torch and shines it up my nose and remarks, 'she has aswell theres a nut up her nose'.
hospital.
tweezers.
home again.