My parents tried to murder me.

aippolito1

haha! My brothers had one of those wood burning play sets and they'd burn words into things of wood. Ooh, I remember I touched it when it was hot once. NEVER DID IT AGAIN. Always laid in the backseats without seat belts on long trips. Once we got pulled over and we all had to buckle real fast and then play asleep, haha!

samantharae121205

just b/c you didnt get every thing you wanted as a child and did things you didnt want to do doesnt mean your parents tried to murder you or disliked you!! what child doesnt like raw cookie doe!! and who the hell wore seatbelts that long ago!?!?. all those things your complainging about are called CHORES which every child should have (maybe not soo many but tht was then and this is now) no TV after 8 sounds good to me. 9 was my bedtime. (lights from a tv/comp trigger your brain tht its NOT bedtime and wont be soon) stop feeling sorry for yourself and be happy you had parents tht raised you. BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW BAD YOU THINK YOU HAD IT, THERES ALWAYS SOMEONE WHO HAD IT WORSE!!. k.

Funny how everyone seemed to get the sarcasim and laughter out of this post but you seem to be the only one who didnt get it... LOL! that makes me laugh... you getting rude and making yourself look like an *kitten*.

it is funny right, how did i NOT notice everyone else's not soo upset comments!?. well obviously i DID nd didnt care :) funny how everyone else saw tht this was a touchy subject for me but you my dear did not. quote and quote :):) ''that makes me laugh... you getting rude and making yourself look like an *kitten*.''

bbb84

Mine too! They made me shovel snow on snow days. Expected me to get good grades and did not reward me with anything when I did. I even got my *kitten* beat when on the rare occasion I answered back.

Should of reported them to child protective services!

Dad said to go ahead and call someone... he was going whoop my behind until they got there But oh the memories , BB gun @ 4 years old, rifle the next year. Standing up on the bench front seat of the truck so I could see over the dash and being told to hold the wheel while dad hung out the window to shoot at a deer or hog. Riding on top of the dog box. Standing on a bucket to clean (scale and filet ) fish we caught that day. I owned shoes but dont recall wearing them often.

bbb84

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My mom was a "progressive" liberal California hippie and she STILL paddled our *kitten* with the wooden spoon. What happened to true liberalism!?! If you so much as grab a kid wrong they throw you in jail. My bro took his kid to the bathroom for some butt-strokes in Target. The security guard said "what are you doing?" My bro said "if I don't do this now, he'll come back and steal from you in ten years. Do you want that?"
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Sweet jeebus jumping on a pogo stick. Your brother is my hero.
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Oh yes, I totally forgot the "do we need to go to the truck or bathroom threat" or the grip of death (hand on pressure point between neck and shoulder), It looked he loved me, but Dad was just daring me to mess up.... And what great comeback, it's soo true!

barbee55

*When I was growing up, we played with marbles and jacks (small objects that can lodge in your throat). We had BB guns(that could shot an eye out), we climbed to the top of the biggest tree we could find and made it sway from side to side.
*When we went to the beach we'd get on our tire tubes, go out as far as we could go until our parents looked like ants on the sand. I remember one time the undertow took me down the beach, I was rolling and rolling with the water until it finally let me stand, I got us (took a breath) walked back to my parents, after telling mom what happened she said well go get a Yahoo (the drink), so I did and went back in to swim some more. That always made everything better!
*We made our own sling shots out of shoe tongues, bicycle tires and just the right tree limb, then we had wars with china berry's from our tree, Dad taught us how to make our own bow and arrows using a knife to sharpen our arrows, pockets knives for a child was normal, we also played with a buoy knife by throwing it at a tree or the ground, sometime between the legs of one of our siblings to see how accurate we were with our aim . We knew to jump if it got to close to us.
*We went trick or treating and ate food people gave us, like popcorn balls or candied apples, I don't remember anyone getting a razor blade.
*We used a magnifying glass to start fires with leaves, wore our capes and jumped off the roof to see if we could fly. There were five of us so riding in the car was like sardines in a can. One would ride on the back of the back seat in the back window.....if you were lucky enough to get it first!
*We walked to the store 10 blocks away to get penny candy. We'd race our bikes down the hill , skin our knees, get up and try again (No helmets).
*We dug tunnels from one yard to another, I think my dad helped us once. HUMMM makes you wonder???
*We had to pick our on switch when we got a spanking , if it had been reported to the authorities, they would have agreed with the parents that we needed it.
*We drank from the water hose(what about the GERMS), chewed on weeds(could have be poison), and had a piece of white bread for a treat... we took the center out, rolled it into a ball before eating (think of the CARBS).
How did we survive? Being locked out all day, no computer games, no texting, no phones, we had TV but only had 3 channels.
Were our parents trying to kill us The kids today should be so lucky!

mommared53

I've been away for a few days and I can't believe this thread is still going! :laugh: Another thing I remember is crossing the street with bare feet after the street had been tarred. The only way to get the tar off our feet was to soak them in gasoline.

Barbee, I also remember making bows and arrows, owning pocket knives, having to get out own switches (or find a belt) so Mom could spank us, popcorn balls and candied apples for Halloween (oooh, those were soooo good), using magnifying glass to start fires, and getting locked out of the house so Mom could watch her soaps. If we looked in the windows, she would close the curtains. It was clear where her priorities were, :laugh: :laugh: We only had one channel though. I remember those "rabbit ears" You had to get them adjusted just right in order to get a picture. I remember the tv repairman coming to our house to fix our tv. I also remember the picture man coming to our house (seems like it was late at night;, certainly passed our bedtime) to take a family photo.