clavus

Remember all the little injustices, hurts and bullshit that happened to you as a kid?

Today Junior crashed his bike right before soccer practice. He went through the whole practice with his leg hurt and bark and dirt in his sock. It was 95 degrees outside and he was just FRIED when practice was over. Then he hopped back on his bike to ride a couple more miles - doing stuff he did not want to do, but had no choice. We had to pick up his brother, then ride home.

All he wanted to do was go inside, take off his socks & shin guards, and clean himself up. I could see it in his eyes. But he was toughing it out. Not complaining.

Then he crashed his bike again.

into a pile of pine needles...

and dog shit...

and he landed on the leg he hurt in the previous crash.

And it was a BIG pile of pine needles and there was LOTS of dog shit in it.
Man... that sucked.

What kind of BS suckitude did you endure as a kid?

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DaniGirl

Well with the parents I had as a kid I had to grow up fast. My parents were always drunk or stoned. They always had there friends over and all I remember was how the apartment I lived in always smelt of beer and smoke. I remember going to the hospital in the middle of the night after stepping on broken glass from a beer bottle, afraid that I would be taken from my parents. I remember going to the hospital after my parents got into a fight because I got in the way. I remember all the lies I had to tell to keep my family together. But my parents have changed. They still have problems with drinking and doing drugs but it is not a constant part of there life anymore. I just wish things could have changed sooner. I left when I was 16 and I am glad that my kids will never know how there grandparents used to be. My parents love being grandparents. This is what I dealt with as a kid.

Xerxys

What sucked was my freakin' tooth. I completely blame my parents for placing me in that hell hole. I told them I didn't want to go to that school but they never listened!! Now at this point in time I am popping generic vicodin after having it removed.

Also that stupid school was cold!! Part of the reason I hate the cold. It makes me miserable. I just really hate the cold man.

julie0187

I would have to say my worst memory as a kid was swallowing a pill for the first time at my dads. So I got sick one weekend visiting my dad. He gave me my medicine and it was in pill form. I was so scared of taking pills then because I thought I was going to choke and die. NE ways I finally get up enough courage to take it and I end up choking and spiting water on my dads welcome mat. My dad whipped my ass and literally threw me in bed. I know that probably doesn’t sound that bad but on top of it he told my mom to never send me to his house again when I was sick. Number one it’s a fucking welcome mat you ass, and number two I’m your fucking kid douche nozzle.

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Vigilante

My entire childhood sucked. It wasn't one day or one event, it was the whole thing.

I was raised by my grandparents. My grandfather, a WWII vet, was extremely short tempered and very southern baptist. He was also a little suicidal and obviously suffering from untreated PTSD. One crazy sonuvabitch. He was short too, made him real bitchy (little man syndrome).

I was beat with a limb often. A "whipping". Sometimes monthly, sometimes more, sometimes less. It was often in front of my friends. The typical limb was 6 feet long and fresh off our elm tree. They left blood stripes that my grandmother took pictures of once to turn him in, but they were discovered and, well, that plan backfired. One time it was a flexible grappling hook. One time it was a rake handle. I would get jerked around, choked, yelled at, and if they were drunk, I was the one mediating the fight that ensued, which they forced me to mediate. At 6 years old. I remember being told I was "a damn bum like your father" when I was 12 or so. He was a damn bum, actually. He lives with my grandfather again now. They can have each other, I'll never see them again.

My grandmother died when I was 13. I got thrown in an orphanage when I was 15. That was more pleasant, even if I did have to fight to establish pecking order. Things got better after that.

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Charlatan

By comparison to some of the above, my life didn't suck all that much as a kid.

There were two things that did suck...

1. My Mom's boyfriends. Most were assholes that tried to be my father. They weren't.
2. Bullies at school. For much of grade five and six I was mercilessly bullied at school. It really sucked.

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flat5

Age three to six my mother beat me a lot. Otherwise ignored me.

ShaniFaye

Wow...I was lucky lol the worst thing about my childhood was the boy that lived behind me got an Atari 2600 6 months before we did, and then my parents didnt buy the "cool" games. Everyone lined up in his living room to play space invaders...all we had was Pac Man, Pitfall and Haunted House

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Trisk

I had a rough childhood too, but those relatively minor occurrences that seemed HUGE as a child?

In 2nd grade, I thought my teacher was absolutely the amazing. She was from North Carolina, young, slim, blonde, pretty. I yearned for her approval, but she played favorites like no other. Every week, she would invite a few "good" kids who had done exceptionally well on projects, tests, behavior, or whatever for pizza in her classroom at lunch time. 90% of the time, these "good" kids were 4-5 girls from the same privileged clique whom I grew more and more jealous of as the year went on. Not only were they smart, nicely dressed, well-off, and with great families, but the teacher loved them. Every week I hoped the teacher might notice I had been doing well and invite me for pizza, and every week I was let down. At the time, I was really upset and angry, but now I look back and I'm just angry at the teacher for playing favorites with 7 year olds. Very unprofessional.

Kind of related to my shitty parents, but I went to sleep-away summer camp almost every year from like 9 - 14. There is nothing more crushing as a child than visiting day, when every other kid is excitedly waiting for and greeting their parents as you sit there alone wondering whether anyone is going to come see you this year. It gets worse by the hour as more and more kids trickle away grinning. Just when you think it's over, all the kids come trickling back, bags full of goodies, crying about having to say bye. And no one came to see you at all.

Mister Coaster

Yeah, I gotta say my childhood was pretty good. Although it is obvious NOW that my parents were absolutely miserable being together and they only satyed married "for the kids' sake." Both of my parents were very supportive of anything I/we wanted to do. Whether it was little league, band or whathaveyou. So they lived through us, not eachother.

What really sucked wasn't in my childhood, rather after it. Dad died when I was 22 (I was a very immature 22 year old, however) and after his death we found some letters he'd written, apparently just for the sake of writing his thoughts down. He was a very depressed and lonely person, and I had never picked up on it. I wish he'd let his emotions be known more, because I think we could have bonded much more than we did. I always took for granted that he'd be there, then all of a sudden, he was gone.

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clavus

Jesus jumped up Christ. I didn't mean to start such a sad, angry thread. But it is what it is.

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fresnelly

As far as my parents and homelife went, it was pretty idyllic.

In grade 3 my teacher moved me away from my seat beside my best friend (because we were being disruptive) and sat me instead next to a GIRL! EWwWwW!

I was teased about it mercilessly for the whole year, handled it poorly and quickly became an over-sensitive introvert, especially when it came to relating to girls.

Fast forward to Grade 6 (the first year of Junior High with lots of kids from 2 other elementary schools now mixed in) and I was completely blind sided by the reverse shift from girls as objects of scorn to objects of status.

Being a thin-skinned, clueless introvert led to more teasing and awkwardness, but even worse, badly missed opportunities. "Woulda, Should, Coulda..." but damn those years could have gone a lot better. It took well into high school for me to come out of my shell.

That girl I sat next to in Third grade? We've been married now for 10 years!

Okay that's not at all true but we are Facebook friends and do get together with other friends every now and then.

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highthief

Shit, you people had awful childhoods.

The worst I had to endure was being forced to eat my vegetables and family vacations ... now I love both those things, so go figure.

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DaniGirl

Well I forgot to add a few things on my other post. I have two younger sisters that I had to share a room with. We had one king size mattress that was on the floor that we all shared for a couple of years. At the time I thought it really sucked, but now looking back at everything I think it brought me and my sisters closer together.

Its crazy how something that seemed like a bad thing ended up being such a good thing.

ratbastid

I once told my parents (after several times in college where other people were sharing their "divorced parents/rough childhood" tales of woe, and I had NOTHING) that I was going to start a support group called Adult Children of Normal Parents.

I had a great childhood. There was stuff I whined about, but that was me being a whiner, not my life being hard.

CinnamonGirl

Huh. My parents divorced when I was...eight? That part wasn't so bad, since they were terrible for each other. For the next few years, though, my brother and I were put in the middle of every argument. They liked to badmouth each other, and we just kinda looked at each other and shrugged. We also had to have two of EVERYTHING...Mom didn't want us taking anything she'd bought over to Dad's, and he felt the same. It was annoying, and not so fun having our loyalty tested on a weekly basis. Luckily, they finally called sort of a truce, and backed off.

But, relatively speaking... not so bad.

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Church. I was absolutely terrified of it as a kid. I hated going, I hated the mention of it. My dad saying "get up kids, we're going to church today" used to send an immense dread that I can't explain all the way through my body.

This. I was so unbelievably introverted and self-conscious when I was a kid that it made me dysfunctional in school sometimes. Until I was 18-19 I was this way. Then when I got into college and was removed from my hometown and the people I grew up with, I "came out of my shell" and grew into what I am now. I'm still introverted, but I'm very confident in myself and no longer feel anxiety when forced with public situations, or situations where I could be embarrassed or ridiculed.

It also sucked going from my dad's house to my mom's house back and forth every 2 weeks when they had joint custody of us. None of this is as bad as the abuse that the others endured, but hey, it still sucked as a kid.

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Vigilante

I shared a room at the orphanage as well, with 3 other boys. Sometimes they were cool, sometimes I got stuck with total asshats. One roomie sold crack, another went to jail for having a gun. One guy, get this, shot a mailman. That same guy shot his load on another guy while he was trying to sleep, and peed on another that often wet the bed. He also dry-humped people, which was actually pretty funny to witness. I could write a book, seriously.

I wish to God sometimes that I could have lived with my sisters. I have 2, and I had to grow up separate from them. I did meet my wife staying where I was, so some very good things came of it. But to get there, fuck I wish I could have taken an alternate road.

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Grasshopper Green

We weren't members of the local religion and my brother and I (but not my sister) were both easy targets and singled out by bullies during elementary and Jr. high school. I was pretty much friendless until 9th grade. My mother is a drug addict and an alcoholic - although she is clean now - and she'd leave for days, binge, and then come home and sleep for days. She was pretty much absent from my life for several years. During one of her bad binges, she slit her wrists in front of me and my siblings. The cops came to get her and it took 2 of them to get her in the squad car. She fought the cops so much that the bedroom looked like a tornado hit it - the bed was tipped over, the lamps were smashed on the floor, the TV was knocked over...pretty much everything was on the floor. My brother was 13ish and had the good sense to make me and my sister leave the house while the cops fought with her. I think I was in 7th grade. My dad dealt with this by going on long bike rides/trips. During warm months, I didn't see much of him because he'd be gone all weekend.

Despite all of the shit - I do remember happy times from my childhood and I knew my parents both loved me.

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Bodyhammer86

When I was in 5th, 6th grade, and most of junior high, I was mercilessly bullied for the usual suspects: I was fat, bad at sports, didn't have the latest clothes/hairstyle or whatever. The teachers naturally didn't do shit about it and my parents' best advice was to just ignore them (yeah, like that's really going to get them to stop). As a result, I had very few friends (one of whom frequently took advantage and treated me like shit) and almost no social skills at all during that time period and it took a long time to overcome all that to be the somewhat-social person that I am today. Of course, it also went without saying that girls were basically out of question due to my introversion and extreme lack of social skills. Granted, all that seems lightweight compared to what many of you people went through, but that didn't make it suck any less for me.

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Daniel_

I had a great childhood - the single worst thing that happened to me was breaking my collarbone aged 5 falling onto the driveway from a car, and to be honest I don't remember it.

If there's a single failing in my childhood it's that it didn't teach me much about how to cope with stress and failure, but I'm glad I didn't have to learn those lessons until I was an adult.

All in all, I'm like Shannon - my childhood problems involved not getting a VCR until a year after some friends, and never going on a foreign sunshine summer holiday.

It was only as an adult that I realised that all my classmates were really jealous that my family went on winter ski-ing holidays...

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warrrreagl

The only thing that pops into my head is the time I was left behind. I was probably in the 4th grade and participating in rec league basketball. We had a practice at the junior high gym and it was dark and cold (January) when practice was over. As everyone left, I stood outside by myself in my t-shirt and shorts shivering and waiting for someone to pick me up from practice. It was a solid hour before someone showed up - my father had the car and he had been tied up in a long conversation with a friend of his and my mother had no way of coming to get me. This was a good 25 years before cell phones.

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thirdsun

That my last name begins with a W.

In school, that almost always guaranteed that I would be at or near the end of line, the back of the class, the last person called on, the bottom of the list, etc.

ring

For some reason I read the title as 'What suckered you when you were a kid?'

When I was 6 - Freddy told me it would feel really cool if I touched my tongue
to the electric fence.

snowy

I never had a Nintendo.

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Plan9

Being 6' tall, 100 pounds, buck teeth, and wearing corrective lenses that looked like magnifying glasses for most of it.

Needless to say... I spent the vast majority of my childhood alone with my Tandy computer and GI action figures.

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cellophanedeity

When I was in grade one, a little boy told me about how Jesus didn't love you if you didn't go to church. He told me about hell and sinning. He showed me a picture of Jesus on the cross.

For weeks I was worried that Jesus was lurking in the shadows of my room, waiting for me to fall asleep so he could take me to hell.

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wooÐs

Hm.

I had a great childhood. Other than being sexually abused by my older brother. I didn't come out about it until I was 28. Life's better now (other than my crippling depression and self esteem issues lulz.) No one in my family speaks with him. All of us are better off, including him.

Poppinjay

I always appreciated the fact that our reading groups in elementary ranged from gold (tops!) to brown (bottom). This was on the actual textbooks.

I was gold, but it must have sucked for the brown, gray, and puke yellow kids.

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james t kirk

LOL

Yeah, I've just read the entire thread, then came back to this.

I was expecting kind of simple shit like, "I remember when I was 8 and my mom made me clean my own room" or "When I was 12 we moved away" blah blah blah.

But this is one HEAVY thread and I guess other than having to endure my parent's constant bickering my sister and I had it pretty good. We didn't have everything we wanted, but we certainly didn't want for anything. We had a pretty middle class upbringing in a 3 bedroom house with a cat and a dog and rented a cottage for 2 weeks every summer on Lake Nipissing. The cops never came to our house, there were never any bill collectors calling. We were never abused in any way, school was pretty good (yeah, there were fights, but that's the way it goes), and we both turned out ok.

There was lots of shit that may have "sucked" growing up, but compared to the above it is truly trivial.

dksuddeth

while I was going through it, it was major suckitude. My parents divorced when I was 10. times were hard in Illinois then. My mother worked a full time job and 2 part time jobs to get us in to our own home. When I was 13, I had to get my own summer job so I could get clothes for that coming school year. so at age 13, all 5 foot 2 and 95 pounds of me, had to tromp through knee deep mud doing corn detassling for minimum wage in 1980. After the summer job, I started working as a assistant janitor for a bar and grill in my small hometown. It consisted of starting at 430 in the morning, finishing by 730 so I could walk back to school.

Back then it sucked ass. now, I look back as the experience giving me the excellent work ethic I have today. I used to regret my mother never being home when I was growing up. Now, having to work full time to support an ill spouse, I have had a newfound sense of appreciation for all of the sacrifice my mother gave in order to provide her two kids with an actual home instead of an apartment.

the moral of my story is that you should always take the hardships of your young life and look at how it made you a better adult than the others around you.

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Leto

I had a really good childhood / homelife, with 2 sisters, one brother and on occasion one or two kids that we looked after for the children's age as foster kids. My mother was a nurse, but retired to stay at home, and my father was a highschool teacher for German and English. They stayed together, with the regular issues of a married couple, and pretty well left us to our own devices in the sense that we played outside, went bike riding, catching crayfish and stuff, with piano, swimming and accordian lessons thrown in with the baseball and hockey.

Pretty middle class idyllic Canadian eh?

But I do recall something that really sucked. The attitude at school of a certain kid who obviously thought that my German surname was a target. I got into a major school yard fight in grade 6 because he repeatedly called me a Nazi, and said that my father loved Hitler and was a Nazi too. He did it in such a way that it really goaded me. So I was hauled off to the office. My parents were called. But once the story was related, the principal gave the kid the detentions, and I just got a warning not to resort to fighting.

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Poppinjay

Kids will pick on kids no matter what. You could be named John Smith, and some playground wit will come up with, "Smithy Smithy, likes to Shitthy!"

You should have asked for his papers and then had him and his family finished by the Wermacht.

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streak_56

Cleaning out the chicken and/or pig barn. But honestly, I would not trade most of my childhood for anything. Apart from my parents divorced, it caused alot of separation between, my sister, brother and I. Sucked but oh well, we'd still stick up for eachother if we had the opportunity. Growing up, I think my parents divorce enstilled within us a greater sense of family. Atleast it did in me, I would do anything for my family and wouldn't have it any other way.

noodle

bed time and lima beans.
though, strangely enough, i look forward to both now.

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Fly

as a kid.....we lived on ahill for a street...the kind we could ski down in the winter.

anyways..........one summer day,we happen to be riding our bikes (think 12ish)and i'm bombing down our hill,lose my brakes and go slamming right into the prickle bushes at the bottom of our street like 90 mph.......it hurt.


but i gotta say.......goin' in the prickles sure as hell wasn't as bad as tryin' to climb out.....

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blahblah454

No kidding! Me too!

ametc

My mom collected thin bamboo branches to whack us with when we were bad. When my sisters and I all got into a fight, she cut all our hair off.

Hmm.. I played in the swamps in my backyard in Mississippi and ended up getting some type of warts from the bacteria living in the swamps. It's not contagious or anything and I don't get warts anymore, but I have tons of scars from the warts on my upper legs.

Rollerblading.. I ALWAYS tripped over little pebbles on the street and I would fuck up my knees real bad. Also my hands and elbows. I hated when my palms were scratched up and I had to write stuff at school the next day.

I was a lonely child. I had like two friends. At recess they wouldn't play with me, but they would play with me at home since we lived next to eachother.

I was teased and hurt a lot by kids because of my race.

Most of my teachers were idiots. I was wayyy smarter than them. I knew calculus at the age of 10 and I was reading "The Prince" one day in class and my teacher thought it was a fairytale. Seriously. But, by the age of 15 I got sick of being so smart and went out and partied my ass off. woooo

Somebody hacked into my friend's Neopets account and she blamed me out of nowhere. Everybody hated me because she was popular and I wasn't. A lot of them still hate me but probably don't remember why.

I was a pretty sad child. My first suicidal poem was written at the age of 7. I was emo before emo became hawt.

I loved rock but my mom called it Satan's Music and it wasn't allowed in the home until I was older.

I wanted to become vegetarian when I was 9 but my parents got mad at me for thinking of doing something so stupid so they locked me in the closet for a bit.

God.. this makes me hate my life. Childhood sucked fucking ass. Maybe this is why I hate kids so much now.

blahblah454

I had a pretty good childhood. Parents never struggled with bills or anything, my mom has been a stay at home mom forever and I thank her for that every time I see her. The only time I can think of them having financial issues was when dad was layed off in the 80's (engineer for the oil patch), but I was just a wee baby then.

Dad only hit me once and I deserved it, and I am glad that he did it, although it took me about 5 years to figure that out. I had been picking on my little brother and hurt him really bad, so my dad asked me how I would like it if someone who I had absolutely no chance of fighting off picked on me, I said something smart assed and he just lost it, wound up and punched me in the chest so hard I went flying (I was probably 13). He felt really bad after he did it, in fact I should tell him now that I am glad he did it, because I stopped picking on my brother.

Growing up I was tiny, I was always the smallest kid I knew. In fact I never started really growing until I was about 16 or so. I hit puberty the same time as everyone, but just never grew really fast. Today I am 6'0 tall but never hit that until I was probably 19. My bloody feet even grew a few years back and I had to buy all new shoes!

I also did not have cable or any video game consoles growing up, we eventually got NES when SNES came out though... but thats it. And no tropical vacations, the first time I have been anywhere tropical or far away was last christmas I went to Cuba with some friends.