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Cruel things you did as a kid

I really can't remember anything cruel I did. I interacted with others as little as possible.

I slapped a girl once but I can't remember why. Might not have been cruel, I could have had a good reason!
 
Reading all of this reminds me of cruel things my brothers did to me and each other but I really was a rather nice child (and I'm a nice adult so shut up). Probably the cruelest thing I ever did was ask a friend of mine what it was like to be adopted. That made her cry but I was asking out of genuine curiousity so it made me mad when she told on me and I didn't apologize.
 
I was going to the video arcade one time, and my brother was already there. I was 10, I think.

When I got there, I saw this kid put his arm around my brother's throat. Like he was gonna choke him.

I ran up and started smashing his fucking head into the brick wall of said establishment, until the cashier of the convenience store next door started calling the cops.

I don't remember if there was blood, but I do recall my brother saying "I coulda taken care of myself". Fucking little ingrate.
 
I got in a fight with my sister, the one who just left this morning, and she bit the fuck out of my toe, THE BITCH.
 
SHE BIT YOUR TOE???

SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME HANGING AROUND HER DOGS, IMFHO!
 
AND:

:shock:



!!!
 
LOL... I thought I said that happened when we were kids. She didn't bite my toe this morning!! OR DID SHE?
 
In 9th grade I had to learn how make a lay up for basketball so my father drove me to the local ghetto playground ,forced me out of the car and drove away. When he returned I had been stabbed in the hand, my ball and hightops had been stolen, and I was beat up. Back at home he agreed to show me how to play basketball in the back yard so we went out to where a backboard was on a tree. He gave me the ball and said "Show me what you can do". I went for the basket and he slammed me into the tree hitting me from behind. He walked away saying "That was your first lesson". I said "What about getting stabbed in the hand?" He said " You probly stabbed yourself."He was intoxicated.
 
Surely your hand injury impaired your basketball skills?
 
Actually I was stabbed in the palm of my left hand by one of those cheap gumball machine penknifes. A small puncture wound that was more emotionally traumatic than physically painfull. I also said I had no b-ball skills if you would re-read my words.At that point in time my dosage of prednisone for asthma was significant so my threshold for pain was elevated anyway. While at home my father really offered no choices about not going out in the back yard with him. The pain he inflicted routinely was far beyond a small puncture wound administered by some wild eyed negroe subteenager I had elbowed during my brief time on the court. My father was an ex semi pro football player who had no problem punching me a few times for not eating lima beans. Get my point? I will say that later in high school when I had my back opened up with a straight razor by a white punk on dope who hated my letter sweater I could not attend basketball practice or games for awhile. Also my mother was also an athelete who could outrun me and she made me bleed more than once while suffering from the highs and lows of drug fueled manic depression scenarios she blamed on my birth. Small puncture wounds to me were no more than a blackhead , herpes, or neck cysts are to you [ excuse my analogy].
 
Let's see, I used to chase my little sister with the vacuum cleaner and scare her.

And when she was 3, I put some switches and a note from Santa in her stocking telling her she had been a bad girl. My parents pulled it out before she got her stocking though.

:(
 
Dammit! That would've been awesome.
 
why are you making this a thread of lies?
 
I would like to use this thread to continue purging myself of childhood memories as they rise to the surface in blinding moments of clarity.
 
bullshit.
 
Charlemoor said:
I would like to use this thread to continue purging myself of childhood memories as they rise to the surface in blinding moments of clarity.
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Were you raped by Hitler? Killer ducks? Voldemort?
 
One time after dark I snuck into a local Girls summer camp and was peeping thru the window at them getting dressed after showering when a man with a shotgun took me for a walk in the woods.
 
Another time my parents dropped me off with my father's parents who promptly locked me into their garage after my parents drove away. It was snowing out. I sat their looking at eel skins nailed to the wall by my uncle before he died from picking his feet. My grandfather had a fake badge and a real gun. I climbed out a window of the garage and walked around the vast geriatric ghetto for awhile then climbed back into the garage. My grandparents went to sleep and forgot about me so I went to sleep in their stinky old car that did not run. They woke me up, took me inside, and forced me to eat a tongue sandwich before my parents arrived. They told me I had better not make any stories up about being the garage. Later when "grandpa" died my parents tried to force me to kiss his dead face at the funeral home. I said fuck no and ran away. Later at home they beat me down with fists and forced me to submit to a "penis development examination". I never went to another funeral but I do have a taste for fried eel.
 
I have some eggnog.
 
I'm starting to think Charlemoor is Elrod.
 
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