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mine is when i was about 9 i was playing wrestling with a few of the older boys down the way from me, and one of them, who was like 13 at the time but HUGE for his age started strangling me but it went past the playful stage and i actually thought i was gonna die
i started feeling woozy, but luckily a woman pulled up ina car and told him to get off
then his mum came round and had a go at my mum because i "provoked him"
even though, every time i saw him after that, id ignore him and he'd chase me



whats yours?

i don't know if this is weird but..

we were at my family's summer cottage in an island near turku, my hometown. i was playing with my sister, we made boats out of cones. when we had made enough, i decided to go to the jetty and put the "boats" in the water. as i was standing on the ladder leaning down, i fell. and my parents for some odd reason had [i:2rg0bskq]forgot[/i:2rg0bskq] to teach me to swim. so i was drowning. my parents were (obviously) freaking out. my parents had always told me that if i was drowning, DON'T PUT YOUR HAND UP. but i did. and my godfather/cousin noticed my hand and lifted me up and woom i was saved because i did the thing my parents had told me to never do.

it was weird for me..

Old techno song.
Sometime, about 6 minutes in, it stops and after maybe 2 minutes of silence,
it goes 'WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET?'.

I was with my foster sister at the time, it was way late, like 4am, and we were like 8.
It scared the Angry from my Jesus.

I was about 11 when they finally told me little boys have penises and that what I had [i:3rjdr3y7]was not[/i:3rjdr3y7] a vagina.
Changed everything, I had to throw out all my skirts and panties and buy a completely new wardrobe.

^^
Lmao
xoxo

i remember swimming alone in my old babysitters pool, me and all the other kids, while she sat inside and watched tv.. then everyone skinny dipping.. we ranged form like 3-7 years old, in an inground pool, it was fucked up..

i guess i was five,my brother woke me up
talking to someone he was sat on the edge
of the bed facing the draws.but knowone
was there.when i told my mum she told a
friend of hers.the friend told my mum not
to worry it was only old man theeker who had
been dead for 10 years.my brother told my
mum that he comes out of the wordrobe every
night to tell him stories.

i have an older sister and an older brother. and one day they were chasing each other around the block on their bikes. but dinner was ready. so i set out on my tricycle to find them and tell them to come inside. whilst attempting a turn, my tricycle tipped and threw me into a cacti. that was real fun.

Kelly, were you the one who sleepwalked on Christmas and was standing outside on your driveway with a candy cane asleep?

haha. yeeehhh. the thing about that is that my parents had an alarm system. so while i was in my sleep, i had to turn off the alarm, grab a candy cane and walk outside.

LOL!
omgawd
sounds like the setting for some crazy halloween movie xD

when my dad punted me like a football trying to make a field goal at the superbowl
worst part is, he missed.

weirdest memory, was when i lived in san antonio, i was at the botanical gardens looking at cacti. I was playing on the railing like my parents told me not to and finally i slipped and fell; got a million tiny needles in my hands. We were escorted out by security and the rest of the day i got needles taken out.

I was living in Kitchener (Canada) and I was in grade 3 and I received a child's microscope with a bunch of accessories. My best friends cat went missing and their mother (along with everyone else) knew that we had a 'cat burglar' in the neighborhood and she went there to bitch at him saying that she knows that it's in the garage (he had about three garage house like things) and that she wanted it back. He never gave them their cat back and I would sneak around and pretend to analyze furs I found with my microscope to try and prove that he did it. I couldn't think of anything weirder than that.
:mellow:

There was litterally a cat burglar? What a creep, I'd throw dogs at him just to even the score.

I went to Kitchener last week, we played a show there. Also one of my favorite local bands moved there for some extremely ghey reason.

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There was litterally a cat burglar? What a creep, I'd throw dogs at him just to even the score.

I went to Kitchener last week, we played a show there. Also one of my favorite local bands moved there for some extremely ghey reason.
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What kind of music do you play? Could I listen to some of it by any chance?

We're basically an experimental indie thing goin'.
We don't have anything finished right now, but as soon as we have something I'll inform virtually everyone.

This is more sad then weird.

My dad had to set off flea bombs because one of our cats got fleas. He put the cats in the bathroom, and put a towel on the door crack.

HOWEVER, he forgot to do anything with the bird and the next day I went to feed my poor little birdie and said, "momma, why isn't he moving?"

Then I heard my mom yell at my dad, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"


and now this one is weird. when i was about 9 or 10 years old, i used to have to sleep on my parents bed because i was afraid i was going to get possessed by a demon. my mom would ask me what i was afraid of, and i said "satan." it was all that catholic church shit. scared the hell out of me. now im agnostic.

When i was little i went up 2 my mum and said "fuck off2 in this sweet voice,then she told me to tell my dad, but i remember she was smiling when she said it,so i went to my dad and said "fuck off" he told me off and said say sorry to your mum,so i went to my mum and said "daddy said fuck off."So i remember her pulling me by the arm to my dad and them fighting and i just kept repeating myself "Fuck off" etc..

i think i was about 9 years old. my mom, sister and a few friends were screaming and called me to come and look outside becuz there was high water coming through our street and into our home. it was like we were in some sort of sea lol. but i swear that happened! and now everyone tells me that im crazy and that it was prolly a dream. =/
grrrr i still get angry thinking about it.

eating mud

I don't remember this, but my mom said that it happened.
When I was a kid, I mean, around 6 years old, my mom once woke me up right after I fell asleep, bcause I had forgotten to go to the bathroom before I went to bed.
Don't ask. I had a very unreliable bladder.
Anyway, I wen't to the bathroom, and then I wen't downstairs and turned on the TV.
I had to be sleepwalking or something like that, but my mom rly thought I was awake .

Every year when I was younger my family went to Indiana for vacation. One year we also went to Ohio, I was like 10 or 11. My mom was pregnant. We went to the pro football hall of fame and I was pissed because my mom wouldn't let me bring my camera in. I followed my brother and cousin around in there. They have this revolving movie thing. I thought I saw them go in there, but aparrently they didn't. It was an hour long show. All my family thought I was kidnapped and were like searching everywhere and walking down the highway and shit like that. I walked out of the movie and my mom comes running up and the first thing she says is you could have put me into labor. I had no idea what the hell was going on. My mom says that all the security guys were old men and that they didn't do a very good job, just sat there. I'll never live it down


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One time I stole a check from my mom and wrote it for $1000000. I gave it to the lunch lady. I got in so much trouble.
I'll never live it down either. She calls me "million dollar missy"

I was riding my bike when I was about 5 or 6, and the ice-cream van went by so, I naturally followed it. So... when it eventually stopped I got off my bike and went and got a lolly, but I left my bike on the curb, and as I was returning a van crushed my bike and dragged it along for a little bit before the guy got out, came over to me and said 'sorry mate' before returning to his vehicle and buggering off. It was kind of surreal.

Remember the egg and the guy says this is your brain,
and then he frys the egg and says "This is your brain on drugs"

I was maybe 2-4 years old and my mom was making me "volcano eggs" and we like to call the over easy easy eggs.

I walked up to my mom, looked up and said

"Mommy, are you making drugs?"

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When i was little i went up 2 my mum and said "fuck off2 in this sweet voice,then she told me to tell my dad, but i remember she was smiling when she said it,so i went to my dad and said "fuck off" he told me off and said say sorry to your mum,so i went to my mum and said "daddy said fuck off."So i remember her pulling me by the arm to my dad and them fighting and i just kept repeating myself "Fuck off" etc..
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lmao ^

Mine is probably from when I was about 4 or 5 years old.
My Nan had an old washing machine in her garden, waiting to be collected.
When I was very little I had this weird fetish for washing machines (like, when I was a baby I was drawing washing machines before I could walk and talk)
... weird, I know.
Anyway, I climbed into it and got stuck, the fire brigade had to come cut me out.

The funny thing is I dont really remember it happening either. <_<

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i don't know if this is weird but..

we were at my family's summer cottage in an island near turku, my hometown. i was playing with my sister, we made boats out of cones. when we had made enough, i decided to go to the jetty and put the "boats" in the water. as i was standing on the ladder leaning down, i fell. and my parents for some odd reason had [i:rezr1bih]forgot[/i:rezr1bih] to teach me to swim. so i was drowning. my parents were (obviously) freaking out. my parents had always told me that if i was drowning, DON'T PUT YOUR HAND UP. but i did. and my godfather/cousin noticed my hand and lifted me up and woom i was saved because i did the thing my parents had told me to never do.

it was weird for me..
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yeah when i was 5 i was walking my dog around the park and my parents told me to wrap the leash around my wrist incase i couldnt get a hold of her well enough and she draged me in the lake and i was tangled in the seaweed at the bottom and totally thought i was gonna die the weird thing is my dog couldnt swim either.. so my dad had to get both of us out

[quote="Heather":3jmznngn]
when my dad punted me like a football trying to make a field goal at the superbowl
worst part is, he missed.
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wow.. 0.o

when i was 5 and my sister told me hulk hogan lost to undertaker
lol i cried that day i was a big hulkamaniac!

I saw abseiling on tv, so I tied a rope to the top of a tree and then around my waist and jumped. Wow did that hurt. Luckily my dad saved me before I suffocated.

When I was four years old, for some reason, my grandmother and father took me with them to a movie theatre in Times Square to see The Shining. I was so terrified I pissed on myself toward the end. I've seen it many times since then and now, all these years later, it's one of my favirote films!

[quote="tom316":i5576s9c]
when i was 5 and my sister told me hulk hogan lost to undertaker
lol i cried that day i was a big hulkamaniac!
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oh my, that's so sweet xD

This is really weird, but.
I can never watch the movie "Howard the Duck" ever again.
When I was about 6, I was staying the night at this daycare/nightcare place...i dunno
but anyway, The lady in charge put on the movie "howard the duck" and we were falling asleep
in our sleeping bags. When all of a sudden I smelled this ridiculously strong urine. The boy next to me
soaked his entire sleeping bag, and I had to lay there next to him the whole night while that god damn
movie was playing.

Everytime I even think of that movie...i smell urine!!

I hate Howard the Duck!

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oh my, that's so sweet xD
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haha my sister was so mean lol!

in general i think i was a bit of a dodgy child lol bit neurotic maybe. i used to hate dolls... but i had this one doll from the very beginning, her name was lucy. every time i got really really upset i used to lay her on the floor and drive over her with my tricycle

i used to hate jeans because of the "wrinkles" they made so i threw a huge fit every time any of my clothes made "wrinkles"

oh and i always had this little pillow i used to twitch it to calm myself down, or fall asleep..

oh and remember puking into the fridge when i was about 3..lol..there was jello in there and i always hated that strange wobbly stuff... i still see it vividly in front of my inner eye, little me standing there opening the fridge...and then....ah what a mess

I remember I bit down on a glass thermometer once when I was a kid. I'm impulsive, I couldn't help myself. I knew it would break..and I was kind of too young to understand the concept of a mutilated mouth or even worse consequences. Nothing happened. My mom heard it crunch and she freaked out and swept the glass fragments from my mouth.

[quote="Bandit":2ki0myp7]
I remember I bit down on a glass thermometer once when I was a kid. I'm impulsive, I couldn't help myself. I knew it would break..and I was kind of too young to understand the concept of a mutilated mouth or even worse consequences. Nothing happened. My mom heard it crunch and she freaked out and swept the glass fragments from my mouth.
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The fuck?! How did you not get Mercury in your mouth and die? Luuuucky.

This isnt really weird, just sad on the other kids part.

Growing up me & my older brother always hung out with this one family. There was a girl my age, and 3 boys all around the same age as my brother. We all hung out together with some other kids on our street. We still see them, but thats not the point.

Well I was always pretty aggressive, hanging out with a bunch of guys can do that to you, and we were all sledding down this one massive hill after a huge snow storm. This one little boy that always bothered us had pushed my brother and he almost fell down the huge hill. since i used to be very protective of him, I punched the kid in the face and he fell head first down the hill. Sad part is i was 6 and he was 13. there was a blood trail all the way down from his nose.

Another time, I was about 5 maybe, and we were all playing tackle football. Yes, at 5, I was playing tackle football with my brother and his 10-14 year old friends. Anywho, the one kid tackled me, HARD, so I got mad and punched him in the nuts. When he fell down i started jumping on him.

I had some bad rage issues when i was little.

my parents fightind and my mum saying to me: give me the knife right now!
i was..5
thank god they got divorce before one of them woke up dead

I don't really think it's possible to wake up dead.

"honey come quick!!"
"what's the matter sweetie?"
"well I just woke up and I have reason to believe I'm dead"
"Oh dear, I'll make an appointment with the mortician. "

HAHAHA


you know what i meant
nah, really, i'm so glad they got divorce...really, my family thinks i'm crazy but they don't know anything about me. that was the best thing they could do for me..

Ehh it's okay. My entire family thinks I'm crazy to. It works out pretty good though cause they don't mind if I miss family parties lol

my mum is always saying to me: call your dad, spend some time with him bla bla... like if we could love each other ! we are pretty different though
and we are unable to spend more than 4 hours together

itt: lies.

even your one about your bike? i practically cried at that!

no, not my bike. that was nothing fanciful.

awwww!

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itt: lies.
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I assure you! Though posted nearly 2 years ago, [i:298muvs6]this[/i:298muvs6] was no lie!

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I was about 11 when they finally told me little boys have penises and that what I had [i:298muvs6]was not[/i:298muvs6] a vagina.
Changed everything, I had to throw out all my skirts and panties and buy a completely new wardrobe.
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[quote:2qsnp8zp]itt: lies.
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I was looking for my mom when we went to a Victoria Secret, and for some reason it made sense to try dressing room doors. I opened one, and walked in on this couple having sex. I was 7 or 8.