I was 7, mom threw me and all my belongings out of her house, because she thought I loved my dad more than her. Dad showed up, all my stuff moved into his car; I'm going to go and live with him. At some point, there was a fight, and I was in my dad's car, doors locked; mom threw a chair at the car. Later, mom came to the door. I didn't want out, wanted to go with my dad, but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, fearing the consequences, I unlocked and opened the door. I'll never forget my dad leaving that day my clothes, hung up on his back window, swaying as he fishtailed on the road as he turned, leaving. I don't remember what happened after.<br />
More dramatic things happened later, after that, violent and soul-killing stuff, but that was the worst, because of the lost opportunity for better things.
Falling on my face and turning into the monster i am now
having a big scars on my knee because of bullying,,grrrrrr....
I punched them that day,and say thank you and walk away, =)
life is fair,,ahahaha =)
Being physically forced to eat a brussel sprout.
It was real yucky too.
My childhood wasn't exactly the nicest.. you really don't wana know my worst memory.
You might but it's not something that should be posted here for the whole world to see lol i doubt everyone wants to read that
My worse childhood memory is when I was 9 and was raped by my cousin and 2 of his friends. They was all drunk and I hate being reminded of it
The realization in my teen years that my whole life was a messy set up for family nightmare- Being told repeatedly by almost everyone around me that I am not as precious as my brothers simply because I am a girl- and basically being wrecked and turned into this sad weak minded girl who would go on faced bullies after bullies because they sensed my differences- just like how I projected the differences to the world. and distant parents who're too busy to care for their too-sensitive daughter's hurt and confused feeling- even now I don't think they ever realized how messy my growing up experience was- they came from a generation that doesn't do hugs and kisses and love declarations.
Thanks. I guess I blocked out most of the mindgames from my memory- but I may remember subconciously because I was such a mess growing up- that's how those sharks smell me. You know how some people just seem "strange" when they're trying to appear normal? Yep I was just like that. And bullies are seconds to the mindgames my extended family had played with me- ranging from me being girl to me being the girl of "impure" bloodline(some of them could be just like those pure bloodline craps in Harry Potter books).
My entire childhood. Sums it up.
Seeing my Uncle Earl crushed to death when the jacks of the car he was working under gave way when I was 6
Being abused by the babysitter of course.
It wasn't a childhood memory but putting my dog to sleep after 16 years,