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Not my mum but I did something very similar to my aunt. I was 3 or 4 and quite an adorable kid if I do say so myself. Two of my aunts had brought me to temple. I was dressed in my finest Indian clothes. We were taking the bus home and the bus was naturally filled with little old Indian ladies. I was fiddling with

Aapparently I begged my parents to work their shit out when I was in 2nd grade so they wouldn’t divorce. They finally did...when I moved out for graduate school. And now they can’t be in the same room together! (Lesson: don’t listen to your 8 year old about your marriage because she’s a fucking 8 year old and your

The Look is the worst. It can wither plants from a distance of 20 feet.

My mom said I used to run up to strangers and say “help me” when we were in public. I have dark brown hair, olive skin, and green eyes. She has red hair and fair skin, blue eyes. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was terrible. LOL 

Vote democrat. I was raised listening to Rush Limbaugh, Dr Laura, Don Imus, Michael Medvedt, all of the conservative talk radio personalities of the 90s. Remember those huge TVs that had their own case attached? Fox News was on so often that the logo burned into the pixels. Now I’m a pinko liberal who phone banks and

Once I hid under the covers so well while mom was in the shower when she got out she couldn’t find me. She had the neighborhood looking for me outside while I watched them all scream my name. She finally came back in and saw me on the bed laughing. She was crying. Think I was about 5.

Holy shit that is definitely not something bad you ‘did to’ your parents and I want to give you 7 million hugs.

I realize you already know this but it wasn't your fault. You were a child, telling was the right thing to do. The system let you all down. I hope you've forgiven yourself.

You’re not gonna choose this cause it’s too dark, but definitely fist fights with dear old dad. (Don’t beat your kids and they won’t start hitting you back around age 12, 13.)

In high school, I was in a lot of plays, and worked backstage for all the ones I didn’t get a role in. My mother, bless her, was very supportive of her little theater nerd, and did her best to seem very interested in the many, many amateur productions I part of.

The worst thing I did to my mother?

Replace stolen guns with computers/consoles, and add in destroying a toddler’s room, two dented car doors, and dozens of dick drawings all on the house and driveway and you have my brother’s 20 person turned 100+ high school rager...

And in a movie-esq ending- he was woken up the next morning- among piles of passed

I once punched my mom in the face in the grocery store in front of half a dozen horrified onlookers, I was 15. 

I grew up in a two family house. A young couple lived on the first floor and mine lived on the second. One day the wife came up to have coffee with my mother. I told the wife that my mom laid on the floor to hear the couple’s fights better.

I made my mom give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a dying hamster. This was the second hamster to die in a short period of time. Hamster number 1 escaped and was very likely murdered by a cat, so we were already traumatized. I was sobbing and she had to so something, so she laid a piece of cloth over this probably

Worst thing i ever did was tell my dad that my mom was beating me (she was). He used the info to try to get me and my bro. She won in court. I was about 8 or so at the time. I got to see my dad 2 more times before i buried him when i was 19. I know i was a kid but i still regret it. Things could of been a lot better. 

I was 8 years old, and my family and I were driving to Niagara Falls in Canada for a nice long weekend trip. My sister and I were sleeping in the backseat when we got to the border, and my parents woke us up so that it didn’t look like they were smuggling 2 children under the blankets. I was pissed to be awoken from my

Some of the shit in the slam book ended up in our yearbook. Imagine that, the nasty things that were said about you, published in a yearbook you paid for without knowing that’d be in it. I’m still angry that the teachers let that garbage in. 

As someone who was voted 2nd ugliest girl in the 5th grade in a slam book, I am VERY proud of these girls not taking this shit. I’m 44 and STILL get cranky about it every now and again.

This gave me chills - I don’t know them but somehow I feel proud!  I grew up in the 80's and when I think of the abuse we just accepted as part of being a girl I am so sad for young me.