yeah, I remember opening one of those loose leaf books in a notebook type holder and all the pages flipping out and I started shaking like a leaf. Probably 3 years old, they got it put back together but it scared me good. Apparently I used to be quite the paper ripper and was punished for tearing up something by being sat down next to a cardboard box and told to tear up a catalog page-by-page, wad up the pages and fill the box...to teach me it's not nice to tear up things. I really don't remember that happening so it must have been so unpleasant I blocked it out of my mind.
I was a good child. Unlike some people...
Actually I was an *******
Yeah, pure terror. It was worse then actually getting punished for it.
Yeh... when I realized what I'd just done, I would try to hide the ba
Never broke anything..
I never broke their things, so I never had to worry.
My parents broke MINE and I freaked out.
Hide it and hope they don't find it or... blame your older brother :) that's what I did.
I never broke anything. My parents didn't have any fun stuff....or they were smart enough to hide it.