Let’s get a childhood stories thread Nothing specific, just childhood related I’ll start
>be me >maybe 3-4 years old >we visit aunt in Poland >sleep in nice ass room from my larger cousin >go to mom next day and tell her about a fireman in the window >mom freaking out a little >whytho.hmxl >she sleeps it off >I’m naive and think he’s a family friend I haven’t met(military family, I don’t know a lot of it to this day) >sleep >next day tell mom how the fireman was in the room >she’s freaking out, tells me to sleep in their bedroom tonight >sure why not >mom sleeps in that room >everything feels off and wrong >leaves >asks aunt about it Fireman died in house fire here Never sleep in that room for rest of trip >times up, going to Spangdahlem via train, and etc >train starts moving >I’m waving out window “user, who are you waving to?” “The firefighter! Don’t you see him?” >she breaks down crying >mfw I have a history of creepy shit >mfw I chopped wood as a hobby since I was five >mfw when we visited that house again, I chopped wood with an old firefighter axe >mfw I’ve been imbued with the power of the fireman and chopped wood as a hobby because of it
amazing greentext >be me >browsing Jow Forums >see a wild greentext thisismychance.pptx >screenshot >go to r/greentext >check to see if it's been posted yet >it hasn't >post it >check back hours later >mfw it got more than 400 points >mfw now I have over 3000 karma
I am Polish, and no one will take our righteous land! We’ve proven it years ago, we proved it for 123 years, and we proved it afterward. We will never fall, nor tremble in the face of traitors, nor invaders! Long live mighty Poland, and forever her spirit!
>be me >10 yo >has always been bullied at school >antisocial af because of it >skip to present >20 yo >still antisocial, masturbate to drawings and browse Jow Forums in hopes of finding meaning to life >mfw
Bentley Moore
I can relate, though not entirely on the anti-social part, I got bullied to the point I said fuck it, and just started being supportive, and obnoxiously loud. Key is, give up feeling shame, do shit to encourage yourself when you do, and just fucking be ballsy, but don’t do REAL weird shit. People see leadership, and hope in those who act like they know what they’re doing. Also, I cook the gook when looking at drawings, seeing people just feels wrong, they never appear as sexual things in my eyes(idk), so I think you’re good. Also take note to just take your time, be fucking proud you are who you are and that you wake up every day, because you’re worth it, but be humble, and understand how to improve yourself!
My earliest memory is catching a butterfly, then crying because i thought i killed it and then laughing because it survived and flew away I was probably a toddler back then
Also my mom unironically dropped me on my head once because she slipped
Also reminds me the times I got bullied >be me >go to kindergarten in Germany >kid called Zach always lying about me >calls teacher and says I hit him with this shit eating grin >fuckin hate that grin, to this day >teacher always buys it, sends me to timeout >Zach does it >Punch his jaw >still wore the grin >Cunt
>California >fatass >no friends >make friends with teachers >I never wipe my ass, I thought it was optional, like for comfort >ass is always itching >scratch ass in class one day >two girls see >I shit you not, their names were Summer, and Winter >Wimpy Kid movie came out recently >tell school I scratched my ass >whole school gets in on the “user Touch” Never had a lot of good friends because of that, fucking Californians
Oh, and i remember watching the world cup final when i was 11, when Italy won with France I shit you not, i never had more fun watching a sports game than that day
I stepped on snails rwally often in Japan and I felt bad. But every time I stepped on the little shits I would try jumping off and usually ended up crushing a bunch of other ones. Or when I didn’t I’d look at it and see that it’s shell was crushed and so was it, and felt that I should put it out of its misery, I always a bitch though.
You know just hearing that every day I wake up because I'm worth it makes me want to try harder. Maybe I'll read Peterson's book. Thanks user I didn't have the balls to punch the motherfuckers, I wish I had your courage.
Now I just feel like I'm evil because I enjoyed the whole situation in some twisted way
Christian Thompson
I was very violent back then, nowadays I get nervous about saying something wrong, but I get really into everyone’s business(bored at school) and just try solving the little problems, a hug, a middle ground, an encouragement is all it takes to change someone’s mind about shooting up the school. And you’re goddamned right you’re worth it, even people as bad as Hitler, and Stalin had moments that could have changed for the better. Or minor people have the potential to be world leaders, like the overprotective teacher, or the hippie down the street, we all have worth: which can be measured; but we all have potential, which we cannot measure.
When i was 4~5 i was taking a bath in the bathtub, i liked to play with balls and i had balls of various sizes, i ended up accidentally getting one stuck on my throat and i almost suffocated, my grandfather, an old army guy, took it out somehow and i didn't die thanks to him. When i was like 6 a horse kicked me in the stomach when i tried to pet it, somehow i didn't get any serious injuries from that, but my father didn't take me to the hospital. When i was 8 an iron gate fell on me when i tried to climb it, i remember not being able to move under the weight of such thing, so i screamed for help until my grandma found me. Again, no serious injuries, somehow it didn't smash my head because there was a hole on the ground and thats exactly where my head ended up. When i was 14 i walked into a dangerous part of town and got lost there, some guys a little older than me with a gun wanted to rob me but i didn't have anything so they ended up letting me go. When i was like 15 i stepped on a nail, it went like 8cm inside my toe, no serious complications tho, the wound healed. When i was 17, i almost cut my finger in half when trying to cut a cable with a knife, to this day the finger sightly hurts if i press it too much. Also when i was 17 my father used to say he would kill me, one day he sleepwalked with a boner on my room and peed all over my table, i was really scared.
And that's what i can remember for now. I used to almost die a lot, its weird, i find it interesting. Thats really cute user, i used to torture cockroaches when i was small..
Ethan Allen
Holy fuck you’re lucky Don’t push it though, God knows what’ll happen.
Camden Murphy
Nearly got aborted >mom and dad not married >mom’s friends says her tits got bigger >no way >gets concerned >gets scans later Ma’am you have a polyp in your womb >scan again later >definitely polyp >about to get surgery to get it removed >doctor says he wants one last scan >scans “Ma’am you don’t have a polyp You’re pregnant” >tells dad >eventually she asks if they should abort it >Dad says her choice >she cries >decides to keep it I got fuckin lucky twice before my gender was even found out
Also is being around spooKy shit dangerous?
>be me >4-5 years old >mom comes in room >wakes me up >tell her about how there was a woman in complete white in the closet Closet is open >fuckthat.gif >she never sleeps with open closet cause of that
>Las Vegas >mom has Native American friend >she can see paranormal stuff >tells mom that she sees a young man protecting me, and some military dude >military guy is Dad’s uncle who died in an accident >young man is my cousin who died in a car accident with one survivor who later killed himself >mom found out she was pregnant same day that cousin died
Also I used to F U C K I N G. S L E E P. W A L K by far this story is the one that I remember most
>be me >go to sleep at nine and sleep well that night, wake up, feel fucking awesome >Play with legos >mom comes to room “What happened last night user?” >wut.jpg
>be mom >sleeping nicely >woken up >why am I awake? >hear crying >it’s my son >it’s outside >I have balcony going to roof and outside >OHSHITISHEONTHEROOF.wav >no one >hear door creak and crying is definitely outside now >go downstairs >see son standing with his arms twisted up towards chest like t-Rex >he’s crying really loudly “Anonson?” >son turns around >looks me in the eyes crying “I-I thought I lost you” >he cries in my shoulder as we walk to his bedroom >he passes RIGHT the fuck out >go to sleep >morning >son has happy go-lucky smile, really happy and playing around >ask him about last night >he’s clueless >mfw I think i was possessed and or had a nightmare, woke up, and passed out after crying >mfw these happened all the time in Germany
>Have a dream about burglars in the house >Freak out, think there are burglars (while still asleep) >Walk about the house scared, looking for places to hide >Mom and dad wake up because there are noises of someone walking the house >They freak the fuck out too >Find me in the attic, ducking and hyperventilating >Took us all a full hour to recover
Also I used to wake up in the middle of the night and think its time to go to school, and while at breakfast I usually found out it was 3am
Zachary Perry
Ha! That’s one compliment for today, today is going to be a good day.
James Perry
I did that plenty before, I’d wake up when it’s dark out and think: >oh shit I’m going to miss school Then I’d get ready and wake up my mom and etc. told me: >”it’s 1:59 am on a Saturday” I still have no idea why I thought I’d miss school when I thought it’s night
Jace Martinez
Same, I did that loads of times Also sometimes I woke up fully clothed, and I assume it was because that happened and I just didnt remember
Ryan Adams
That seems very familiar situation
>super into history usually WW1/WW2 >have nightmare >shells >so many fucking shells >booming everywhere >preparing to go over the top >I’m looking over a little, trying to remain low-profile >barbed wire >everywhere >FUCKING EVERYWHERE >screaming >a chorus from Satan’s anus I’m in tears >wake up for a moment >dark >oh god why is it dark >why is my face wet >back in dream >look out parapice to No Man’s Land >see face >not just any face >you know those shitty horror games that put a creepy face for a jump scare? >it was like that when I looked over >this face, a wrinkled old face >I mean more wrinkles than the oldest mother fuckers I’ve ever seen >hollow, worn eyes, blue and almost looking blind >but I know they see EVERYTHING >they >they >fucking loads of faces >I want to scream so goddamn bad >wake up >Mom there Still see face >just staring at mom and face >fades away >lay in silence as she tries talking to me >she leaves I realize I was crying in my sleep >I cry with eyes open as wide as possible >”God help me” I sometimes see the face and confuse what’s real or not, brought me to insanity a few times.
Jesus man these are all really creepy but really cool and the same time
Gavin Jenkins
>Be me >In kindergarten >Was the new kid from Australia >Dad was always learning languages, now was learning Chinese >Dad taught his wisdom apon me >Knew how to saw 'hello' in Chinese- Nǐ hǎo >My 6 year old brain overhears a conversation between two girls in the playpen >"Do you know what Chinese sounds like"? The girl asked her friend >"CHING CHONG LING LONG" >Both of them laugh at the silliness of the funny foreign language >I yell out >"That is NOT what Chinese sounds like"! >"THIS is Chinese- Nî hâo" >Girl says she's going to tell her daddy >Daddy comes to kindergarten and beats my ass >Still, I was the one who knew Chinese- not them!
He didn't literally beat my ass but I remember him shouting at me for being harmful towards his daughter or something. Probably got into a fight before or something idk.
Joseph Edwards
... I guess she lied or it sounds something similar to something in her tongue. Maybe your accent, if you have one?
Okay great. >Mom drives me over 40km to a town over how she would meet up with a friend >Meets up with friend and the two decide to go out for a walk around town >Friend has a little dog >They take him with us >They stop by a school play yard >Dog is being a bother >Friend gives me the leash of the dog >I walk the dog over to some isolated part of the school where my mom and her friend wouldn't see me >I'm starting to get very annoyed with the dog >He's pulling the leash really hard >Get angry >Press the button on the leash so that it wouldn't extent >Start the dog on the leash violently in a circle like a Greek warrior a chain ball at the Olympics >Dog is spinning at full velocity >I throw him >He slams into the garbage bins >My mom and the friend slowly rush over in the "I sort of care" way >"What happened" >I lied >"He ran away from me into the garbage bins" >Dog gets in trouble, and to this day no one knows that it was me
Glad to hear I always like to share a funny story if someone's willing to hear, however a story like this can only really work here Potential for what tho?
Sebastian Ross
Im sorry I take it back. I didn't realise it would offend you, and I didn't really mean it. Keep on having fun.
Zachary Murphy
That's sweet. Maybe I should toughen up a bit but still my self awareness is oddly fairly low despite being aware of my low self awareness.
Jose Miller
Bye Germanon, you're one cool cat
Oliver Carter
To be anything you want in life lads, but it won’t ever come easy. We must all jump the hurdles, and take the run, but whatever you do, if you set a destination, you jump EVERY GODDAMN HURDLE. And whenever someone gets in your way, you either push him to the side, or drag the fucker with you to the finish line, and when it’s all done, you those cunts in the eye and you make it very clear to not doubt you.
Jack Stewart
Thank you. Those words have really touched me :) however my greatest hurdle is myself and I'm still trying to find out how to sort that out, in the meantime have a wonderful life :D
Juan Carter
You too, and everyone else reading this, and just as a final note, doubt will kill more dreams than failure ever will. So when you doubt you, take one, LONG goddamn look at yourself. Now, are you really going to waste time in putting thought that maybe it’s all just going to come crumbling down, or are you going to grab life by the ass and drag it all up the mountain? Because I’ll tell you what, we all got a mountain, but if we get to the top is our own choice, don’t you ever Let it come crashing down, and when it does, you get up, and get right back to work, because great people never got to where they were with ease, and your path will be no different. Take care, love you all.
you guys want creepy childhood stories? >be me >9 years old >summer vacation >visiting grandparents in florida >big brother and i share bed >one night he wakes me up >tells me to listen to the ceiling vent >fucking weirdest noise i ever heard and it just keeps going here’s my attempt at it >vocaroo.com/i/s01Q3NfS355e >it stops after a while >i go to sleep >next day bro says he stayed up all night and it started again >says it was the cat from pet sematary basically a zombie cat reanimated by wendigo spirit >i hadn’t seen the movie but he had >said he saw the cat out the window >that night the noise comes the fuck back >bro stands up on bed, jumps up and whacks the fucking vent hard >hear something skitter away through the vents >noise gets quieter then stops >fucking try to sleep on the couches in the living room >next day grandparents take us to a barbecue >lots of extended family there >see cousins and play kick-the-can >good times >sun starts to go down, uncle gathers us up to tell us a scary story >tells us about taily po basically an old southern story about a fucking catlike creature who got its tail cut off and goes around asking people if they have its tail before killing and eating them >that night back at grandparents house, asleep in the bed again >brother wakes me up >the whole room is buzzing >not just the crickets outside, the whole fucking room is humming >the fucking noise is coming through the vents loud and clear >bro pulls the covers over our heads, i can’t fucking move i’m so scared >bro curls up into ball so fast he hits me with his feet >says something touched him then he goes dead quiet >i’m just paralyzed feeling like i’m going to puke >feel something touched my feet >i jolt up and scream loud as shit >humming stops and so does the weird noise >stay up with the lights on the rest of the night playing game gear my bitch shriek BTFO’d taily po
Lincoln Hernandez
Bump
Jeremiah Rogers
>be me at 16 >science class, oh at least this one isn't so bad >still that transit time before class really starts >hear a commotion out in the hallway Oh Please Let It Be Something Exciting >get up out of my chair and look towards the door >average looking black girl comes into the room >that look of war in on her face, oh dear >walks right past me like I was a tree or a column towards her target Oh Shit It's That Other Black Girl Right Next To Me >get the fuck out of the way, go and sit on the counter and watch the melee >teachers break it up, and take them away, thank god they didn't have any weapons ok lets all pretend that didn't happen and return to normal guize did you do your homework
I was practically autistic back then, and it ended up with me getting prostate exam from a nurse. Fucking sucked and got me into fem don fetish, so wipe your ass kids. Fuck
Adam Cox
>be 11 >visit uncle >watch porn >play with hard penis >tell mum i'm a big boy now
Kayden Lewis
>commotion in hallway >black gal comes in >beats the shit of another negro gal “Hey guys got homework done?” >didyoujustfuckingseethefight.xml
I had a school very similar, though no one really fucked around with each other.
Owen Harris
>be me 10 years old >just before secondary school >go on a school "end of primary school" adventure trip >5 days at a place called White Hall >get there >creepiest building you've ever seen in your life >get shown around >in the kitchen there is a person with Down Syndrome >don't think anything of it >get taken to the dorms, again, creepy as fuck >the building never stopped making noise, creeking, wind howling, it smelled funny >we settle into our dorms and decide to wage war on each other (Dorm 1 vs Dorm 2) >we start running around the halls having a pillow fight >get scolded by our teachers, who say we must NOT LEAVE OUR DORMS UNTIL WE ARE INSTRUCTED TO (except to go to the toilet) >decide we will explore the house by "getting lost" on our way to the toilet, each running separate missions until the full house had been explored >me and a friend get kitchen/common room duty, the most dangerous mission as we knew staff would be in there >we creep downstairs, towards the kitchen >someoneseesus.jpg >we hear a voice >we walk into this room to surrender ourselves like absolute cunts >open the door fully, only to see Downy Junior >holding a porno mag >holding his dick >wtf.jpg >he makes weird downy noises at us, we run away >get back, tell our friends. Half don't believe us, half are scared as fuck >later that night we are in our dorm, for some reason expecting to get raped by a downy >teachers come around telling us all to go to bed >we pretend to go to bed and then wake up and talk about the Downy situation >then... there was a knock at our door >fuck.jpg >open the door and no one is there. Assume it is the other dorm, as part of the Dorm War >plan a mission to knock on the other dorms door in revenge >me and a friend get nominated >creeping through this creepy ass house in pitch black darkness to get to the other dorm >something runs past at the end of a corridor >AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA >we circle around (the place was huge, remember) 1/2
Sebastian Carter
I would hit my head on a lot of furniture when I was a toddler just to test my strenth. Also I used to rip pages from books and eat them. Kids are weird
Jaxson Sanchez
2/2 >the plan was to get to Dorm 2 and take refuge for the night, take the heat from the teachers if necessary >get to dorm 2 and something is stood at the door >some man in a bedsheet, stood at the door making noises >we literally just scream, alerting our teachers >they come and see what is happening >they unmask the bedsheet man Scooby Doo style, expecting it to be another kid, only to find the Downy >he starts crying >we get scolded for bullying the downy ???? >the next day we ring our parents via payphone >parents ring our teachers to complain >we get full refund before the trip had fully started >the owners of White Hall claim that they didn't have anyone with Down Syndrome on their staff.. so there was no one to "fire" >staff of White Hall claim they thought downy was with us >to this day, no one found out where the Downy had come from
>downie sees a bunch of kids >follows them to a hotel with a fucking porn mag >adults ignore him, because that's the polite thing to do when faced with tards Spooky. Glad no one got raped due to everyone's gross negligence.
Joshua Long
Agreed, fuck those teachers
Liam Morgan
>Be me >A kid in elementary school >year is 2008 >Go on a school trip in a beach together with my female cousin and our mothers >When the parents sat down in a cafeteria my cousin offered me to go for a walk >Okey.jpg >Walk for a little and realise we hadn't warned our parents and insisted that we return back >Finally she decides to do so > When we returned back her mother scolded us for not telling them anything >A few minutes later my mom returns in the cafeteria after having been on the search to find us. >We got scolded off again
Blake Peterson
You did the right thing, and got fucked for it. Well, take note, and keep taking the high-road, but have an excuse for everything.
>5 years old >overactive imagination >fucking awesome >go to sleep >wake up >dark as shit out >look at door for some reason >it’s open >see guest room is closed >Hall is pitch dark >I’m confuzzled >why am I awake >A FUCKING MASSIVE GRASSHOPPER HEAD POKES HEAD INTO DOORWAY >I’m silently pissing myself >steps into door frame, standing bipedal >he has a monical on the left eye >he’s wearing a tux but no pants(Donald duck fashion) >produces bowler cap from behind him >bows, puts it on saying: “Good day ole chap, sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, just to chat” >holy fuck this is awesome >long black limb from hallway grabs him >he’s yelling “UNHAND YOU VILE THING” >more limbs >it’s a MASSIVE spider >it’s hissing and drooling >looks to me while fending this thing off “Just *grunts* a moment chap! LET GO OF ME, BEAST” >I sit and watch this wrestle continue >wake up >it’s day out >stare at door >closed, but am afraid >continue day as normal >never forget him or his Posh British accent >I’ll never forget that magical bastard >mfw I never saw him again I’m going to make a story out of this glorious bugger, but I need a name, I’m thinking Jerry, maybe?
Yeah... one of those teachers abused my cousin, but that is subject of another greentext
Tyler Lewis
>10 years old me >visit grandma >go to a village far from home >the house has never had internet >cable signal was shit >occupy time with anything I could find until we went back home >start studying insects a lot >end up torturing them >beatles, giant ants, bees, moths >discover a spider web in the attic >start observing the spider >one day decide to put a small insect in its web >watching as it slowly got devoured by the spider >do the same with a few types of other insects >go home >fastforward.mp4 >come back 3 weeks later >harvest the spider's new eggs >put the eggs in an ant nest >watch them as they got eaten >feelsgoodman.jpg
