Whats was your early life that led up to who you are currently? What special events happened? What bad things? What good things? Have you not grown up still yet? Or do you not remember? Please share here I'm sure there will be some interesting life stories

e:nvm this also first post

I use to live in a ghetto city that can honestly pass as a crime felony one. I learned self-respect and how to be of a defense to myself.

I moved out when I was 7 or 8. (With my mom of course to the suburbs which was honestly better for me.)

I grew up sheltered, thinking the world was now a perfect place. Dreams that were shattered when i went to an extremely bad middle school full of drugs and sex, things i wasn't even aware of yet. I figured it was just the school. Went on through to 8th grade until i finally realized that things were not okay. Was pretty much hated by most other kids until my sophomore year in high school, which is when i basically became a recluse. Never liked anything popular, hell, knew anything popular for that matter. Was ridiculed for it on a daily basis. Bullies, horrible teachers,a parent who never stuck up for me, if you can name it, it happened to me.

In the end, i'm content with who I came to be. "The happy childhood is hardly worth your while".

Tomdizzy a dit :

I grew up sheltered, thinking the world was now a perfect place. Dreams that were shattered when i went to an extremely bad middle school full of drugs and sex, things i wasn't even aware of yet. I figured it was just the school. Went on through to 8th grade until i finally realized that things were not okay. Was pretty much hated by most other kids until my sophomore year in high school, which is when i basically became a recluse. Never liked anything popular, hell, knew anything popular for that matter. Was ridiculed for it on a daily basis. Bullies, horrible teachers,a parent who never stuck up for me, if you can name it, it happened to me.

In the end, i'm content with who I came to be. "The happy childhood is hardly worth your while".

i beilveve ur childhood walked out the door .-.

i was beaten as a child by my mother who is schizophrenic and has OCD
but it made me the nut i am today and that's okay

I was really shy and often played with my cat,
Then I found some really awesome websites like tfm

I'm still growing .........

Im not grown up yet,honest opinion this game should be for 10-15,no older than that or your wasting your life

when i was 4, i had to go to the bathroom and stand in the toilet naked while my dad beat me, and then i would have have to stick my leg in the microwave. my dad had a hard cane constructed of mainly sock-fluff.

If you're asking how our parents beat us up then my parent does not beat me up, I'm lucky... I guess

It's not really something that I talk about most of the time.

Tinyata a dit :

Im not grown up yet,honest opinion this game should be for 10-15,no older than that or your wasting your life

The point of life is to enjoy yourself.
I am 18 and i enjoy this game.
No I would not rather be out with my peers.

Tomdizzy a dit :

The point of life is to enjoy yourself.
I am 18 and i enjoy this game.
No I would not rather be out with my peers.

omg omg I thought you were 16

BTTFP, I'm so quiet that my mum never had to tell me to shut up
But on forums, I'm not....

I grew up as a patato, it was a hard life, I had to be carried everywhere I wanted to go and so many people wanted to either eat me, cook me, or turn me into frnech frys. Evechually I became a older patato and was able to fend for myself somehow. Now, I go on the internet making maps with my mind and licking the people who tryed to eat me, I'm very glad I made it through the hard times.

Mousechris a dit :

I grew up as a patato, it was a hard life, I had to be carried everywhere I wanted to go and so many people wanted to either eat me, cook me, or turn me into frnech frys. Evechually I became a older patato and was able to fend for myself somehow. Now, I go on the internet making maps with my mind and licking the people who tryed to eat me, I'm very glad I made it through the hard times.

You're a patato?

Can I use you in my soup?

Bengalstar a dit :

You're a patato?

Can I use you in my soup?

No, how about I lick you like the rest of them

Mousechris a dit :

No, how about I lick you like the rest of them

I'll run away with my kitty

Chris is a potato... Good to know. Anyways.
When I was 2, my dad ran away, and my parents well, divorced. Back then, I had almost died from blood loss, but I survived. Uhm... Okay, so in elementary school, eveything was alright. I talked to people, they talked to me. Execpt, this one boy kept calling me a Zhu-Zhu pet, because I followed him everywhere... That was in 5th grade, when I lost all my friends and became a loner... So I just wanted some friends, but... I guess not. 6th grade. The Zhu-zhu pet nickname followed me there. But, some people decided to make a twist to it, like, Egyptian Zhu-zhu pet, and some stupid things. I was kind of the girl alot of people teased. Maybe the loner of the class, something like that. 7th grade came, and everyone forgot all my stupid nickname. During lunch period, wich was english, I met a nice girl. Her name was Erika. She saw me by myself, and asked if I wanted to join her for lunch. I was like, "Yeah, sure..." and at lunch, she introduced me to her friends; Natalie and Natalia. After a few weeks, I became their good friend. I ate lunch with them everyday. I didn't talk much, but they were nice to me. One day, Natalia brought one of those compostion notebooks to lunch, and... randomly slapped me with it. Not too hard though. I remembered I had a notebook laying at home. I decided to bring it to lunch the next day, and I did. Natalia had brought hers too, and we just slapped eachother, just for the fun of it. Sooner or later, it got a little... too rough. She then started cussing around me, and I cought up with it, and started cussing too. I was actually surprised when I said it, too. And now, I'm in 8th grade, and life is pretty good. I also met this girl named Vivian, and we became best friends that year. Now it's 8th grade. I'm not very noticable, but I still have good friends. I guess that's all I have to say for now.

I almost died from a rattle snake bite :/

I was in the hospital for the majority of my life. I have to live with a gastrointestinal disease for the rest of my life. Although, luckily, my family supported me throughout my troubles (even though my medical bill was nearly a quarter of a million dollars). Thank goodness for family.

I came into being when my mother was around 17, because she had un-safe sex with her boyfriend. I'm an accidental child. To add onto her age, she was also a drug addict. My "father" was a drunkard.
And well, later on she handed me off to her grandmother, and I lived there for a while. But soon after that, she decided that she couldn't take care of me, so she put me up for adoption.
I spent around three hours in the agency before a slightly elderly couple picked me up and took me home to where I could be "properly" raised. And ever since then, I've been growing up in the same house being taken care of my now adoptive parents. There have been some hard times throughout the timeline, but I've managed.