People Are Sharing The Most Hilarious Stories About What They Were Like As Kids That Truly Encapsulate Their Personality
Do you ever find yourself remembering what you were like as a kid? Playing with your friends from morning till evening, finding magic in the mundane things of everyday life and not having a single care in the world—those were the days, right? Dear childhood memories hold a very special place in our hearts and most of us have at least one funny memory to share.
Author Lilah Sturges from Austin, Texas raised this question on Twitter: "What’s a story that encapsulates who you were as a young person?" and 3.5K brave souls shared their thoughts. From starting fights with other kids just so you could have some quality reading time or packing up your entire rock collection for a family trip, these stories have a lot to say about your character.
Scroll down below to read some amusing memories from the thread, upvote your favorites, and don't forget to share your defining moments in the comments!

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I've had a kid in my class do this. To be honest, the teacher seemed pleased. Everyone likes candy -- including the teacher. She just requested the student wait before lunch to share, then ended class a couple minutes early so we could all get candy.
Oh, how I'd love to be that teacher! I mean, my student outsmarting me is the very sign of my teaching success!
It kinda depends on the situation, but assuming this was during class time: It's supposed to be an "equality" thing, where the teacher didn't want to give special treatment to OP by letting them eat their candy(or anything)freely during class, and the rest of the class couldn't. Hence why the teacher tried to play the "equality" card with OP. But they outsmarted the teacher triumphantly :D
Load More Replies...this happened to my class back in middle school, the dude was king of the class that day
Lilah Sturges, an author of numerous comic books, short stories and novels, started the thread by sharing her own memory of how she decided to run for class president at the age of 14. "The first line of my campaign speech was: 'As you all know, I am a genius.' I received exactly one vote, my own." According to her, this story paints the perfect picture of what was she like when she was younger.
It's only natural to think more about the past when we're growing older. But even though we experience countless new things as children, we only recall a few of them as adults. Whether it's the first time you're riding a bike or a significant event like the birth of a sibling, such memories can tell a lot about your youth surroundings and how they influenced your personality.
Don't like what someone says- punch them. I'd be more worried about the girl's upbringing
Load More Replies...My daughter was four and a twelve year old boy said she couldn't play baseball because she was just a girl. Not a little girl,a girl. She got him in the knee with the baseball bat and ran home and didn't tell me.( Close neighborhood) that evening I hear Dingdong!!!! And it's the kid and his dad. The dad is mad as heck. He starts yelling about my mafioso daughter's tactics. And once I gathered that she had hit the boy, I say "Hold on, leg me get her up here! Ellen? Come here now!!" She came up, being all cute, saw the kid and stuck her tongue out at him and I grabbed her and told her to stop. His dad had suddenly shuttup completely. He looks at his son and says " that's who beat you up?" Then the story came out. She was punished for using a bat on a knee, possibly wounding him forever, but praised for standing up for herself. Parenting is hard. I don't know what the boy/dad did, butt I informed them of what would happen, and shut the door.
Surely it can’t be a child’s fault. Parents should have known better
imagine it was the girl who ask to boy to repair the house to mowed the lawn because it's a boys job and he punch the girl, why it's ok here because the girl punch the boy?... they're a way to answer. you don't punch someone because he or she's a d**k. you punch if you're attacked or defend yourself or a friend. not for a shitty comment
Either way I kinda agree with the violence. But that's because I'm an ass
Load More Replies...Hope you didn't punch him too hard. He was only in preschool after all, hopefully he's a more respectful person now.
I worked in the office for 6 hours on Mondays only & the rest of the week from home. The owner (I won't say boss because I'm self employed & he is basically my CLIENT, but I digress) asked if I would mind cleaning the office once a week. I would, actually. It's you and the other 2 men using the space 40 hours per week, creating havoc in the fridge & doing GOD knows what in the microwave. Having a uterus DOES NOT make me responsible for cleaning up after GROWN ASS MEN. (And yes, I did actually say this).
Bored Panda reached out to Dr. Eric Maisel, a retired California licensed psychotherapist and active creativity coach who is also the author of Redesign Your Mind and more than 50+ other books. He was kind enough to give us some insights into childhood creativity. According to Dr. Maisel, as a general rule, people were more creative and honest as children.
"The process of socialization and schooling, where you are supposed to learn facts for the tests and draw inside the lines, starts to rob of us our imagination and causes us to become less creative over time, unless we actively rebel and actively fight to retain our individuality and creativity."
If you wish to rejuvenate your creativity, Dr. Maisel suggested that you could do it by demanding of yourself that you are the arbiter of meaning in life, that you get to live your life purposes, and that you will speak in your own voice, even if that feels risky. "Self-censorship is the big creative blocker, and demanding that we don’t over-censor ourselves is the key to creating," the coach explained.
According to him, we often look back on our childhood because it was simple. "We fell in love purely back then, with the book we were reading at the age of seven, with the movie we saw in a hushed, darkened movie theater when we were nine, with that ballet performance we saw when we were eleven. We fell in love in a deeper way than most adults will ever fall in love again. So, we pine for that and want to go back there to re-experience that."
stab a man, and you can be locked up in a solitary apartment with minimal interference. Prisons still have books i think.
Load More Replies...I give my dog a treat when he drops what he has after I ask him to. So now he picks up all sorts of junk he never did and sits until I ask him to drop it, to get the treat. It's a cycle.
I'd constantly be in time out...just tell my friend to take one for the team. Lol
This is my favorite story ever. So they basically conditioned you into being a fighter!
I'm not particularly religious, but if a pastor tells a 7-year-old they don't belong because of their questions about God, I don't think that person deserves to be a pastor.
The pastor got his panties in a twist. According to his superstition he isn't allowed to lie but answering the questions truthfully according to his superstition would be lying.
Load More Replies...My dad grew up in a rural setting where church was the default. When he was around 9 he politely and very honestly asked the priest what to do if he just can't make himself believe. He wanted to but it all seemed confusing and illogical. So he wanted to know if he could convince God if he prayed really hard to give him some evidence of his existence, so he (Dad) can be a good Christian. The priest's head turned bright red and he threw Dad out of church yelling that he cannot ever come back and he will go to Hell. A great priest... not.
Yeah, they didn't want you letting the other kids in on the plot holes.
When my daughter was about 7yo, she accompanied a friend to Sunday school. It was an evangelical church, and the class was all about alcohol being a tool of Satan. My daughter raised her hand and said, "If alcohol is a tool of Satan, why did Jesus turn water into wine?" She was permanently uninvited from ever showing her face in that church again. I'm so proud.
My son told his bible school class (age 5) that unicorns weren't around because the dinosaurs ate them and Noah didn't let the dinosaurs on his ark because they wouldn't promise not to eat everyone. Made sense to me....
I don't believe this one, sorry. Just doesn't seem correct. Are there churches this stupid,yes. But, this doesn't ring true. At age 7?
You would be surprised how smart some very young kids are.
Load More Replies...We also had the pleasure to talk to Dr. Louisa Penfold and discuss the relationship we have with our inner child. She is a visual art and early childhood specialist currently working as a Post-Doctoral Fellow at the Harvard Graduate School of Education. Dr. Penfold is also the author of Art Play Children Learning where she shares ideas on how parents can integrate contemporary art into children’s lives.
According to her experience, many children are extremely curious and creative. "Every kid is so unique, with their own interests and quirks. Toddlers, in particular, are going through a stage of rapid biological and social development. They are constructing their own identities and observations of the world," she explained. "They are also still coming to understand what is appropriate and not appropriate social behavior. This often results in behavior that is both overly and hilariously honest."
As people get older, they start to understand social queues in a clearer way: "So adults can still be honest and creative, but engage in these behaviors with more social understandings." Moreover, since grown-ups come from different experiences with new values and morals, "it is interesting to look back on behavior from childhood as a point of comparison to where we are now," she continued.
I taught myself to read upside down just to confuse people while reading in public.
Probably with the legs around her? But I cannot imagine how they could read a book like this
Load More Replies...I've always thought that everyone could read upside down or backwards or any which way....being dyslexic does have some advantages, for me anyway!
Similar story here = my older siblings would read the morning funny pages across the table from me, so I learned how to read upside down. I still do this in restaurants when ordering.
I taught myself how to read and write basic words upside down because my mom was a teacher and when she was reading books to her class she would hold it on her lap so they could see the pictures and just read it upside down, and all the other teachers were confused because they couldn’t. I’m slower at reading upside down, but I still can. Writing is harder though.
I appreciate you, kid! Students like you were the only way some of us got decent sex ed.
Hell, or sex ed at all... Boggles my mind how some schools the US won't teach it
Load More Replies...Must have been in the US where parents get to decide what kind of sex education the kids get. The fairy tale or the factual. Guess what most parents choose. Hint: look up the number of teenage pregnancies for the US.
My Mom was a nurse, and as such gave me the clinical definition of how babies are made (penis, vagina, uterus, sperm, etc.), which I passed on to my little sister when she asked questions. I was in 8th grade and little sis in 1st at a Catholic school. One of my sister's classmates said her Mommy had a "baby in her tummy". She proceeded to explain how babies are not in a tummy, etc. We got called into the principal's office & my Mother was called. He wanted to expel my 7 y/o sister for being honest about human reproduction. Mom basically told the principal he was an idiot for picking on a little kid that obviously had more knowledge about how babies are made than he did & then took us out for ice cream. No one got expelled.
Or the helical charleston? Or the orthogonal twist? Or the hexadecimal moonwalk?
Load More Replies..."Also, many of us have had transformative childhood experiences like an amazing teacher, or a family vacation, or a fortuitous event that then shaped our interests and opportunities as adults. Reflecting on our individual journey - who we are and where we have come from - is important in owning our power as adults."
Even though we might feel overwhelmed with the burdens of our everyday lives and start to see life as busy and tiring, Dr. Penfold leaves us with a few pieces of advice on how to retain this sense of freedom. "My advice is for adults to carve out time for play where you can let your mind wander and make new connections. Activities like cooking, sewing, gardening, hiking, and art allow folks to get out of their heads and into a creative space. These experiences are so important for cultivating that feeling of freedom and creativity."
I could read at age 4 or 5, and holy crap were the first couple of grades of school ever dull for me! I ran through "Fun With D**k And Jane" during the very first reading class, when everyone else was struggling with "fun...", and there was absolutely nothing else to read.
I absolutely loathe the concept of "pretend to be dumb because the kids slower than you might be offended". School the smart kids to be smarter and the kids who are behind to catch up. This whole concept of everyone learns at the same pace is just wrong.
That’s what happens when you try to turn schools into child mass production plants unfortunately
Load More Replies...Yeah... I allways wanted to nap longer specially on cold days... but my grandma never let me, because she thought I wouldn't sleep at night. The problem was I allways were lack of sleep, because my school was so far away from home, I had to wake up to early and allways felt tired all morning in school. Some teachers thought I had learning disabilities because I could not read or do simple maths... but really I was only super tired!
Load More Replies...I learned to read by the age of two because my mom reading out street and other signs to me when I was a baby (i.e. from about the age of one onward) while she was driving me around taught me how to interpret those letters into understandable words. So I could read the Little Golden Books by myself at two and by the time I was four I could read and understand a local newspaper. Fortunately the school I attended in pre-k and kinder actually encouraged me to read independently and I was never penalized for using nap time to read quietly. Thank you, northern California schools.
I could also read at two, but I think it's because we always had the subtitles on, so I connected the words with their sounds.
Load More Replies...What craziness is this? Why on earth would you hold a kid back because other kids can't do what they can? And why would those kids feel bad? YOU make them feel bad. No kid cares about this stuff, it's the teachers and parents that make them care. Better solution: LEARN THE OTHER KIDS TO READ TOO!
It might encourage them to read as well?? what an ass backwards way to think by that teacher.
I could read and spell the words "thermostat" and "temperature" when I was in preschool. I've always loved reading, always hated math.
This is actually really common. It's a mental block, basically. My kid was walking at like 8.5 months, but was so accustomed to pulling himself up on stuff that he felt like he needed a hand on something until he was 14 months old. He typically used his security blanket to "help" him get up, but he'd go for toys, books, a different colored floor tile... it was ridiculous.
For a few seconds I was trying to figure out what does Lear ing mean. I'm dumb
Ha! At first, I would only walk if I was holding my red shoes (so I've heard, I can't remember any red shoes or my first steps).
Most people can't recall the first two or three years of life but we all have that first memory that sticks with us for years. According to Krystine Batcho, Ph.D., a licensed psychologist, "What types of events persist into adult memory may well reflect characteristics of our childhood, as well representing what is integral to what matters to us." Although it's not yet clear why some experiences are so vivid that we remember them our whole lives while others fade from our memories.
However, if you think about it, many things that we remember are often related to emotions. "Certainly injuries, such as a playground accident resulting in a broken arm, often persist in adult memory. But also memorable are happy occasions such as an especially enjoyable holiday or time playing with friends on an outing," Batcho explained.
If you were 3, that's on your adults, not you. I'm impressed you were able to pack anything at all. Still hilarious.
My kids have always been given their own little bag which they are invited to pack. We always take care of necessities of course. They are encouraged to pack things like teddy bears, books and favorite toys, but we have also had rocks, sticks and pinecones. During a memorable shoe obsession it was literally every shoe the kid could find. One time we had a kilo of mandarins because he was concerned they weren't going to have any where we going and they were the current favorite.
Please tell me they didn't expect a three year old to responsibly pack a backpack. It must have been for fun, as the parent carried all the kid's stuff
I think it's quite common to allow 3 year old to pack some toys and books to his/her own small backpack for a trip.
Load More Replies...Lol that reminds me on the time I was 5 and had to pack to visit my grandmothers house. I had a mini suitcase of my own and ALL that I packed were my stuffed animals, with my favourite one right in the middle, and strapped in for safety
And these memories do not only tell the story of who we were earlier in life but also of who we have become. Spending more time to reflect can help you get a broader understanding of how your character got shaped. "The childhood memories we choose to hold on to reveal aspects of what we consider important", she said. "How that individual understands the meaning of those experiences contributes to their sense of self."
My daughter loves lists and since very little she always did her own list for packing and packed her travelling suitcase. When she was 9 we went on a first time mother-daughter camping trip. Before the trip, she instructed that we should make a list before packing. She even divided the sheet with 3 columns: my stuff, her stuff and shared stuff. We filled in the list together. The list was brilliant, nothing was forgotten and I saved it for future trips. Best admin ever!
I only discovered LOTR at 11 but totally would have read it when I was 7 if I had found out about it
Mine was Romeo and Juliet. What light through yonder window breaks.
Another interesting thing to reflect on is how the world has shaped us. The stories in this list tell a lot about creativity, honesty, and the general freedom we had as kids. A creativity test conducted by NASA analyzed if we remain creative over the years of getting "educated". From the 1.6K 4- and 5-year-olds surveyed, a shocking 98 percent scored at "creative genius" level.
This person is incredibly smart! Woah. Won't be surprised if they were a lawyer.
My sister had a lecturer in her uni who told his driver to grade paper from his students. The driver graded the paper based on length, scaled them by hand.
Load More Replies...we did that on a project plan we had to make on the illumination of a basketball court. We did the plan and placed the lighting fixatures. In the technical explanation part we just filled it in with a book commentary on the lord of the flies. We got some photos from the Philips lighting catalogue and pasted them in with foot comments, "detail of a model xxx with 40 degrees beam and xxx lumen at 5 meters" funny thing was we all passed with the same paper in different fonts and formatting but got different grades.
I seem to remember that I did an assignment in high school where I put random words in my paper to see if they actually read it and if I recall correctly, I did get away with it lol
they sound like the person in class everyone has been jealous of lmao /pos
The research shows that the older we get, the less creative we become: "Five years later, only 30 percent of the same group of children scored at the same level, and again, five years later, only 12 percent. When the same test was administered to adults, it was found that only two percent scored at this genius level."
I once saw my mom buy a present and she told me it was a Christmas present for my cousin and I nodded along, secretly smiling and excited because of COURSE the present was for me, I’d mentioned I would have liked it and circled it in the Christmas catalogue. Guess who was disappointed and confused at lack of said present on Christmas Day and whose mom looked perplexed and said “but I TOLD you that wasn’t for you”!
When I was about 6 I hid my favorite beanie baby so my little sister couldn't take it, then immediately forgot where I put it. Didn't see that thing again until we were packing to move out of that house 3 years later.
Or creative, if the parents realised that is what she had done.
Load More Replies...I never thought santa made sense and was incredibly sceptical and the tooth fairy was even more obvious to me. I remember vividly the day my mam told me the tooth fairy wasn't real and I cried because I was sad that I was now considered old enough to not be pretended to anymore and getting older scared me. My mam is adamant that I was crying because I thought it was real and refuses to accept any other version, even though I remember it like it was yesterday. She's a narcissist and is like that with a lot of things though.
Load More Replies...But Santa is real!! We took our daughter 10yrs ago to Lapland and we all met him, and boy are some of those elves hot. ;o)
About 10 years ago we traveled to Lapland and went to Santa's village also. We were 4 adults with no kids, and so were more than half the people waiting in line. We loved it!
Load More Replies...I'm not sure if I'll ever understand why some parents still want their kids to believe Santa is real.
Because it's fun and interesting. Kids love dragons, unicorns, fairies. Believing Santa is real doesn't hurt, it just ads magic.
Load More Replies...I was like this with religion; I wasn't raised in one, so all the stories at school were just so stupid to me.
The researchers found out that there are two main kinds of thinking: divergent and convergent. The former is also known as imagination, the ability to think of new ideas and possibilities. We use the latter when we are making decisions, judgments, or evaluations. In other words, “As we learn to excel at convergent thinking—or the ability to focus and hone our thoughts—we squash our instinct for divergent or generative thought.“
I appreciate this public warning to never elect Jay Hulme into any leadership position.
I want to do this exact same thing, just for further proof.
Load More Replies...If you are in America, please do not go into politics. Your country has suffered enough.
The original origin story. Can I buy the right for future book/movie copyright?
But even if the education system took away our creativity, there are ways to rediscover that inner 5-year-old. Apart from the obvious mood boosters like family movies or cheerful music, you should also consider daydreaming. Kids are naturals when it comes to letting the mind wander. So if you're dealing with a task that requires some creative thinking, allow yourself to zone out.
In the early 1970s I played in a cemetery in Charleston SC growing up with my friends. The big kids were spooked to go there. We learned the whole place and were extremely responsible and respectful,even reported problems. Coolest thing, we played hide and seek all the time, best place ever for it. One night somebody gave our " emergency all out call" , we'd been playing in the summer twilight, and one of my friends was shaking from head to foot. He had been It. He said he had been sure he saw one of the other girls go behind a tall monument and hide, and he was going to get her first. He got there, sneaking quietly, and sure enough, there was the little girl. She startled, looked up from what she had been playing with(she was sitting) and giving him just exactly enough time to realize that he didn't know her, she vanished! The next day we went back in full hot summer sunshine, and looked at the monument. There was a little girl named Violet, buried there in a family plot.
I'm in Charleston. Check out this weird ass cemetery I stumbled upon.
Load More Replies...That is truly weird. I did the same thing. I didn't have a great time growing up. The graveyard was quiet and safe.
8 or 9!!!!! wow i wish i could've done something like that at that age!
There are hundreds of You Tube channels doing this, especially true crime/ horror/unusual events/original stories. Fantastic for long trips or when you just feel like listening to something.
That was the age when I learned the Elvish alphabet instead of doing my homework.
We solved the problem by sending notes like "Hands up if you agree that Mr. Teacher is a tw@t."
I had a tendency to draw on my hands a lot. Everybody said I'd die from ink poisoning. Anyways, I also had made up my own fictional alphabet. One day I realized that I could hide those letters in my hands and nobody would ever notice, and I could cheat on tests easily. If only I had used that time I spent drawing on my hands for actual STUDYING... oh well, I ended up in an art school, so everything went better than expected.
I doodled on everything, and sucked on my hair. I'm now a professional artist and am planning on going back to college. TAKE THAT MRS.T!
Load More Replies...i somehow understand that even though i can't speak russian
Load More Replies...Me and my friend learned sign language too (at age 10), so we could swear in front of everyone and not get into trouble. Lol 😬 (It actually encouraged an interest in ASL though, and I took 4 semesters of it in college)
Load More Replies...English in Cyrillic with a German accent? If so... (*chef's kiss*)
Load More Replies...Another thing would be spending time with actual kids. Seeing the way they think of whole imaginary worlds or think of new games on the spot could encourage and inspire you. Lastly, one thing to accelerate divergent thinking is to pretend to live in a perfect world where nothing bad happens. Imagining the best-case scenario will lead to being more innovative instead of feeling the weight of anxiety and stress most people tend to feel every day.
Ah, memories! Back in the 60s and 70s it seems to have been compulsory for schools to use Izal toilet paper
I'm wondering how this is special to the 60's/70's? All 3 schools I went to had the same brown toilet paper, and I legitimately got splinters once. (Now I only go at home.)
Load More Replies...This is so cool. I never understood how on earth anyone could use that weird non-loo-paper.
It gave kids actual skin infections from abrasions in our school
John Wayne toilet paper - it's ruff and tough and don't take s*it off nobody
Didn't know that you need to save time in kindergarten. Unless of course you needed to cover "Introduction to bookkeeping and accounting" before nap time.
Those kids need to get back to the assembly line!
Load More Replies...I did this too. I'd also get in long arguments over badly explained concepts like how rain was made or why salt water exists. I still remember getting in a huge argument over how we all should be using liquid glue as it was a better glue for macaroni art than a glue stick.
While me on the other hand, I don't mind getting a short name though it started out bad when teachers forget your actual name and would ask my parents for it
You're not named Desdemona or Philomena or something like that, are you?
Load More Replies...Of course, we should keep in mind that life was simpler when we were children. Most people did not have any serious responsibilities or worries. But it’s natural to sometimes wish to be a child again and as research shows, it could be beneficial.
At 8 years old, my mother taught me to sew, because she didn't want to spend money on new clothes from stores for me, and she was tired of sewing my clothes herself. I sucked at it because I was eight, but she refused to let me have any clothes unless I sewed them myself, and it's a damn shame I never tried using my skills on a dead lizard.
I'm sorry she treated you like that. It was wrong. Just wanted to say that so you know you have been heard. She was not a good mom, if this is the way she treated you even part of the time. I know how it feels.
Load More Replies...I spent probably too much time and energy laughing at this, visions of a lizard in tophat and tails in my mind...
My mom taught me to sew starting seriously when I was 5. Too bad I didn’t have the guts (sorry) to do this!
What does "breaking wind" means? Find nothing on Google but a Twilight parody film...
This seems like such a noble position to hold, one of great honor and integrity.
my daughter (7) invited her whole 2nd grade class to a Valentine's day party at our house. Fortunately the teacher saw all the invitations and notified me. My daughter was so disappointed when I said we couldn't have the party. I decided to let her have the party. It turned out to be a lot of fun.
Bring Your Own *fill in food item here* It's very common in North-American to coordinate what everyone brings so the host doesn't have to provide all food/drinks.
Load More Replies...My little sister invited me to go home a few times, said that something had been planned or something along those lines, and our parents were a bit confused each time that I showed up and said that the little one had invited me over because of some special occasion lol. Didn't happen often, maybe a handful of times.
your little sister? invited you to go to your home? or did you already move out? how is you age difference? I think I need more explanation
Load More Replies...Copyright this idea quick! Someone at Disney is probably adapting this into a screenplay as I type.
When I was 8/9, mom let me make invites and plan a slumber party for my birthday. Everyone told me no, they couldn't make it. I cried and one friend told me it was because my mom had actually planned a surprise party. I was sort of ok with that, but still hurt that she let me do all that, and get turned down by my friends. She knew all along what she was doing. Other than one other failed surprise attempt, she stopped that. Thankfully!
Except that it is. You just argue with a toddler because it's funny how they make a fool of themselves. It's a bit like watching a political debat and betting who comes out as the biggest idiot.
And they say every nonsensical thing that comes into their minds with such unbridled confidence. Like, "Of course I'm in charge Grandpa, I'm wearing a *dinosaur shirt*." Oh, my bad, you're clearly in the right!
Load More Replies...I don't think arguing with a toddler means you automatically lose. It's a good place to teach them logic and reasoning. And if they can make a good point, it's ok to concede. (Not with who is in charge, but maybe eating a snack or staying up 5 more minutes 😊)
Treat kids like persons and they might grow up to be persons. It's strange.
I was coerced my many teachers in my religious school to dress properly and cut my hair. When I pointed out the the guy on the cross had long hair, a beard and was dressed with an rag covering his modesty they didn't like it. But they can't argue that one.
I wish I'd had the bravery to let my hair grow longer when I was a child, always having it as a crew cut meant I invariably got sunburned on both the top of my head and the back of my neck, I now have my hair so it covers my neck and no one, absolutely no one, cares or comments that it's too long.
I live in South Africa and I am a Christian, but I totally believe that everybody should be permitted to live as they want to.
Definitely should let the girls wear trousers, if that was the subtext of the rhetorical question.
Methinks you're not representing the sensible sentient vertebrate population.
Load More Replies...this is just a too widespread issue.......our schools brushed it off as nothing more than 'teenage drama'.......it was really sad and unfair
If someone gets distracted by a bare shoulder they should exit society for good.
A teacher who is distracted by a spaghetti top should not be a teacher.
This is the reason I like the ubiquitous use of school uniforms in the UK. It is a great leveller and an absolute godsend if you are from a less well off family who can't afford to buy you the latest fashion or brands (PE was bad enough because I could only wear 2-stripe knockoff Adidas trousers). Apart from skirt length perhaps, it also avoids teachers taking over to decide what is appropriate. In my school at least though, I wish they had let us (all girls school) wear trousers in summer as well as winter.
my school adopted a dress code that's basically "no butt, not too much stomach." It's worked perfectly fine and I think it should be more widespread
We had the same argument at Moore. At basically the same time Class of 2000.
Death is a fact of life. No idea why a parent thinks shielding a kid from a fictional death is helpful
My mom died when I was seven, there was no shielding me from that. Kids need to learn that death is a part of life, at least for now.
Load More Replies...someone dies in the first book too, and the second, and the third. bro its literally in every book
who dies in the second and third? honestly just can't remember.
Load More Replies...If that's the case then you can not watch any Disney movie ever made.
So rather then talk to you about the chapter, sharing it with you. they make it like it never happened. It is not what you know that can hurt you, its what you don't know.
When I was 7, I read Grimm's Fairy tales. Death is the least of your worries...
I never swallowed coins or anything strange as a kid. How'd it feel when you pooped it out?
I remember when I swallowed a coin while I was playing with them as a toddler - the aftermath included me crying excessively and my family feeding me soup, and the rest of it is a blur, although I think I ended up throwing up, luckily. 3/10, do not recommend.
Load More Replies...Reminds me of Wakko Warner. I believe he did something similar with Thaddeus Plotz’s paperweight.
I was notorious for reading in class and ignoring everything. I had a bully who liked to kick me and otherwise harass me. One day I got seriously ticked. Coincidentally the teacher left the room for a minute. I was tired of being kicked, he had been doing it all morning. So I put my book down, stood up, turned around, grabbed his desk and flipped it. I then turned back around, sat down and picked up my book. Teacher walked back into the room and she was like "kid A, why did you flip your desk!!?" He was like "it wasn't me, it was her!" Emphatically gesturing to me. Teacher looks at me, nose back in my book, apparently with no idea what's going on. "Kid a, pick up your desk and report to detention after school." Sweet, sweet revenge. Bonus, he never bothered me again 😊
Ah, yes. The days when teachers could whip/spank the students. Only the boys, though. Probably because they feared the strong possibility of their own inappropriate.... (*ahem*) physical reaction had they done so to girls. Or alternately, they feared the girls' fathers' entirely appropriate physical response should they have done so.
I don't know what school you went to, but here in The States boys and girls were both whipped up until the early 1980s.
Load More Replies...I've had multiple people tell me mine is "aesthetically pleasing and completely illegible".
Wait I’m from Duval county too! Hated lots of things about school, but honestly not as horrible as I thought it was.
My son who was 5 at the time called 9-1-1 from the school phone in the wrestling room. His reasoning, "to make sure it worked in case of emergency".
wtf is a wrestling room? and what is it doing in a school?
Load More Replies...Not an emergency, but when I was about 6 or 7, my parents bought a 1964 Lincoln Continental land yacht (five kids=big car) that had electric windows and door locks. Then we went on a trip to Philly to visit relatives in King of Prussia. None of my older brothers had to go, so I was by myself in the back seat. That afternoon, on the way out of town, I wanted the window open, but didn’t yet know how to open it. So I opened the door instead—-while the car was moving and while we were in a not very safe part of town. I still remember both of their reactions. I’m amazed they didn’t both have heart attacks on the spot. Plus, those doors were heavy, so I couldn’t pull it back shut, and was totally horizontal hanging out of it until my father pulled the car over and my mother got out and got me vertical again, then shut the door. Needless to say, the doors were always locked—-from the control at the driver’s seat—-after that.
"Snape!" ejaculated Slughorn, who looked the most shaken, pale and sweating. "Snape! I taught him! I thought I knew him!"
I was home-schooled in 2nd grade. We were assigned to pick a story from the newspaper and write a current events paragraph about it. The teacher caught me and a few other boys looking at the bra ads. She didn't get mad. Instead, she had us compare prices and explain which one we thought made the most sense to buy from an economical standpoint.
Smiles: Lots of ejaculating happening in that book: Marilla [...] stopped short in amazement. "Matthew Cuthbert, who's that?" she ejaculated. "Where is the boy?" "There wasn't any boy," said Matthew wretchedly. "There was only her." He nodded at the child, remembering that he had never even asked her name. "No boy! But there must have been a boy," insisted Marilla. "We sent word to Mrs. Spencer to bring a boy." "Well, she didn't. She brought her. I asked the station-master. And I had to bring her home. She couldn't be left there, no matter where the mistake had come in." "Well, this is a pretty piece of business!" ejaculated Marilla.
(the lonely goomba voice) This isn't books! It's jizz!
Load More Replies...Ho! Ho! Ho! Little Billy! You did say you wanted the "Animated Corpses Erupt From Their Graves!" play-set, didn't you?
Load More Replies...I used to set traps for santa, such as putting a skateboard in front of the fireplace and a rope to trip him. Now 20y later, I work with land mines and similar traps for the army.
I left things I wanted -out- of my list. Santa is just supposed to know, right?
Billy, my boy, do you seriously want a LEGO Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire... Playset? That's f*cked up! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Come here to this filter! Mr. Gorbachev, clean the water filter! Mr. Gorbachev, REPLACE the water filter!
My dad used to buy us strawberry Mini Wheats for MONTHS due to the local Safeway ordering way too many and having them on for $2 a box. My brother and I still shudder in horror at the mere mention.
It's because of the annoying Americanism of "writing someone" rather than "writing TO someone" and their lack of adequate punctuation. They wrote a letter to the aquarium, unhappy that their rotating / temporary exhibit was about bats because OP felt it didn't fit in with an aquarium.
Load More Replies...Please read over what you post! This is a great story! In elementary school, she wrote the aquarium, discontented with a a rotating exhibit being all about bats, as she felt it didn't fit the aquarium. ( I assume because aquariums are supposed to be fish and marine creatures) They responded saying it was because bats use echolocation as some marine mammals do, fitting into the scheme. She wrote back that their reasoning didn't satisfy her. Lol.
I had to read this one several times because it made no sense. Commas do serve a purpose.
I got called an ugly red headed step child from our class bully . I turned around and beat him with a lunch box because I finally had enough. In my deffense he picked on even the disabled kids in school and the teachers and principle did nothing cause his daddy was a sherrif. My dad was the fire chief. So it was interesting watching them stare at each other in the office 💁♀️ we both got suspended for 10 days. He stop bullying after that.
When at school our history teacher had the brilliant idea to reward everything you did with some points ( - no negative points.) Also for the hour repetitions he did at the beginning of every class. So I had a brief look at the textbook before every lecture and did it nearly every time. (No one else wanted to do this and I volunteerEd.) Well every time until I had enough points for the best score fot the rest of the year. Wich was about after 1/3rd of the year. After that point I did nothing for history anymore. Even gave him a blank test. He was really pissed.
I refused to learn to read until grade 3. I didn't think it was worth the effort. I'd only look at pictures and avert my eyes from any words. Teachers wanted my parents to sign off on a learning disability and put me in special education. My parents thought they were just bad teachers and weren't doing their jobs. I was just to bloody stubborn and disinterested. Finally I got so bored I picked up a chapter book with an amazing cover. I made my reading buddy read it to me. Of course being a chapter book, it can't be read in half an hour. So I gave it to my next reading buddy. They were so confused about what was going on. I felt guilty and excited to find out what happened next. So it became the first book I read and I quickly demolished the rest of the series and began exploring the library. I went from being way behind to way ahead of my class. Now I am a librarian :)
Please i must know what book? What series? This seems like very important info you left out. If it got your attention it must go public. 😊
Load More Replies...I wanted to learn to ride my bike without hands. I think I was 3rd grade? But I was scared of falling. So by 3rd grade logic and grandma training, i crocheted a weird harness thing that attached to the handlebars and around my torso so I could steer with my torso if I absolutely had to. I bugged the house with walkies with the buttons taped down. Those two pretty much encapsulate me as a kid.
When I was 9 or 10 we lived in a brandnew house in a brandnew neighbourhood, lots of young families around and all the neighbours on the block were friendly, like a group of friends. One of the couples had a baby and everyone pitched in to buy some good gifts, it was awesome! So a couple months later my mothers birthday is coming up. Little me having no idea how stuff like this worked, just that everyone paid together for gifts, went around the block asking for money for my mothers birthday. My parents went to see everyone and return what I collected. Thinking back on this I can only imagine what the neighbours were thinking when I showed up at the door lol. I would also frequently give my mom heartattacks by being friendly and stopping for chats with construction workers and groundskeepers and such (yes our parents educated us quite well about how bad things could happen, don't talk to strangers etc. I guess I just never saw those friendly workers as strangers)
I got called an ugly red headed step child from our class bully . I turned around and beat him with a lunch box because I finally had enough. In my deffense he picked on even the disabled kids in school and the teachers and principle did nothing cause his daddy was a sherrif. My dad was the fire chief. So it was interesting watching them stare at each other in the office 💁♀️ we both got suspended for 10 days. He stop bullying after that.
When at school our history teacher had the brilliant idea to reward everything you did with some points ( - no negative points.) Also for the hour repetitions he did at the beginning of every class. So I had a brief look at the textbook before every lecture and did it nearly every time. (No one else wanted to do this and I volunteerEd.) Well every time until I had enough points for the best score fot the rest of the year. Wich was about after 1/3rd of the year. After that point I did nothing for history anymore. Even gave him a blank test. He was really pissed.
I refused to learn to read until grade 3. I didn't think it was worth the effort. I'd only look at pictures and avert my eyes from any words. Teachers wanted my parents to sign off on a learning disability and put me in special education. My parents thought they were just bad teachers and weren't doing their jobs. I was just to bloody stubborn and disinterested. Finally I got so bored I picked up a chapter book with an amazing cover. I made my reading buddy read it to me. Of course being a chapter book, it can't be read in half an hour. So I gave it to my next reading buddy. They were so confused about what was going on. I felt guilty and excited to find out what happened next. So it became the first book I read and I quickly demolished the rest of the series and began exploring the library. I went from being way behind to way ahead of my class. Now I am a librarian :)
Please i must know what book? What series? This seems like very important info you left out. If it got your attention it must go public. 😊
Load More Replies...I wanted to learn to ride my bike without hands. I think I was 3rd grade? But I was scared of falling. So by 3rd grade logic and grandma training, i crocheted a weird harness thing that attached to the handlebars and around my torso so I could steer with my torso if I absolutely had to. I bugged the house with walkies with the buttons taped down. Those two pretty much encapsulate me as a kid.
When I was 9 or 10 we lived in a brandnew house in a brandnew neighbourhood, lots of young families around and all the neighbours on the block were friendly, like a group of friends. One of the couples had a baby and everyone pitched in to buy some good gifts, it was awesome! So a couple months later my mothers birthday is coming up. Little me having no idea how stuff like this worked, just that everyone paid together for gifts, went around the block asking for money for my mothers birthday. My parents went to see everyone and return what I collected. Thinking back on this I can only imagine what the neighbours were thinking when I showed up at the door lol. I would also frequently give my mom heartattacks by being friendly and stopping for chats with construction workers and groundskeepers and such (yes our parents educated us quite well about how bad things could happen, don't talk to strangers etc. I guess I just never saw those friendly workers as strangers)
