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
Why should you? It is strange to expect the kid having enough for everyone.
In the U.S., "Because there isn't enough to share with everyone" is a common reason teachers give students for why they can't have something in class. The student predicted this and planned ahead. (It's usually fine to have your own non-school items out at lunch or break times. 'Just not during class.)
Load More Replies...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.
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."
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.
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 appreciate you, kid! Students like you were the only way some of us got decent sex ed.
"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.
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.
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."
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.
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”!
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.
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.
8 or 9!!!!! wow i wish i could've done something like that at that age!
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
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.
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.
What does "breaking wind" means? Find nothing on Google but a Twilight parody film...
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.
Death is a fact of life. No idea why a parent thinks shielding a kid from a fictional death is helpful
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.
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".
"Snape!" ejaculated Slughorn, who looked the most shaken, pale and sweating. "Snape! I taught him! I thought I knew him!"
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)
When I was a kid my mother made me a beautiful First Holy Communion dress. I had to keep it nice and clean for the whole day. I was 7 and the dress being like a mini wedding dress complete with veil was white so mum was asking a lot. Still I managed it. After the service and the meal out afterwards we went home. The first thing I did was get on my bike still with my dress on and go riding around my housing estate at full speed just so's I could have my veil stream out behind me. It was brilliant. My dad tried to make me come in so's not to spoil my dress but mum let me saying "she's never going to wear it again, let her be". I always was a tomboy growing up.
Kindergarten. Expelled. Wouldn't nap and when teacher insisted and tried to take away my book (the Iliad/Odyssey and it was HUGE) I had a giant fit and woke up every other child and started a riot. My grandmother bought me that book at a yard sale and I was determined to read it. That book taught me how to read harder books. I screamed "the natives are restless" which I heard on a western and didn't know was racist. Then I climbed a tall shelf and refused to come down. When the principal tried to pull me off, I bit the f*ck out of him for touching me. Cuz 6 year olds are dangerous. I've been reading since age 3 and only now at 29 do I regret not sleeping every chance I had.
When I was about 4, my parents thought it would be cute to set up a play date for me. They had friends with a kid my age and they brought me over to her house. Within 10 minutes,I had found the kid very boring and ditched her to hang out with the family's two dogs instead. That was my first and last playdate.
Me and my buddy (both 9yo)were fans of the SNES game "secret of evermore". Instead of magic, you use alchemy there. So i went and made a "defense formula" by mixing some sand with some drops of water. Then powdered it over his head. Then i started strangling him with my hands and we took the time, how long he could endure it. Next try i added 1 drop of water more and repeat. I think we tried from 5 to 12 drops until an adult came and stopped us. My buddy said like "it's fine, we're playing... GRRGGLL!" Omfg that must have looked idiotic xD
I always broke all my crayons in half so I hade twice as many crayons as anyone else. Come in handy when sharing.
When I was in High-school I hated the sport classes as many of other nerdy types like me did. During class some guys, usually the sporty types, would stand up to pick their team players, and me and a bunch of others were always the last ones, obviously. So I decided to turn the game around and started putting myself forward and picking all those people that nobody wanted in their teams, my teacher even came to me one day and asked if I'm being serious. Lol. We even got to win a game once. I feel so sorry for the other team. Decades later I'm still proud of this.
One Christmas, I'd be 9 - 10, we were at a family dinner (20 ish people and kids). I was helping lay the table when one of my uncles asked me to get the glasses. I asked him where they were, his reply, 'Use your initiative boy' ( he was a Major in the army and up his own ass, as my dad said). So I turned round quick as a flash and replied 'Abracadabra' and waved my hands. In the room were a number of aged aunts/uncles all sipping sherry/port/wine, most of which got sprayed accross the room causing even more hilarity. My uncle didn't speak to me properly after that for years, but everyone else said it was the best come-back they had heard in years.
Me in catechism class, Catholic scchool, about age 7: "Why didn't they just check for Jesus's pulse?"....and there's my life in a nutshell.
When I was a junior in Anerican History class the teacher said spaghetti didn't exist in Italy until we showed them they could eat tomatoes. I told him he was an ass as you can eat spaghetti with any kind of sauce. I hit sent to tge Dean's office for backtalking the teacher.
When i was 4 i couldn read yet but i new all my nijntje ( miffie) bookt by heart Becose my mom had to read them to me all the time . In preschool when my teachert had to leave the room fore a second she would put me in her chair with a book and i would read it to the class
As a little kid I was recorded as saying “I know it’s true because I made it up myself”. And I feel like that describes me.
Chewed out a cop when I was three or four for not having seatbelts in his backseat and it is the law. Guy was taking my mom and me home after our car broke down. My favorite was in sixth grade when I did Cujo as my book report, got an A+, and also earned my parents a parent teacher conference about my, "Obsession with the macabre"
Yeah, I believe fewer than half of these stories are true. Just sound like a lot of insecure adults trying to portray themselves as "special."
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)
When I was a kid my mother made me a beautiful First Holy Communion dress. I had to keep it nice and clean for the whole day. I was 7 and the dress being like a mini wedding dress complete with veil was white so mum was asking a lot. Still I managed it. After the service and the meal out afterwards we went home. The first thing I did was get on my bike still with my dress on and go riding around my housing estate at full speed just so's I could have my veil stream out behind me. It was brilliant. My dad tried to make me come in so's not to spoil my dress but mum let me saying "she's never going to wear it again, let her be". I always was a tomboy growing up.
Kindergarten. Expelled. Wouldn't nap and when teacher insisted and tried to take away my book (the Iliad/Odyssey and it was HUGE) I had a giant fit and woke up every other child and started a riot. My grandmother bought me that book at a yard sale and I was determined to read it. That book taught me how to read harder books. I screamed "the natives are restless" which I heard on a western and didn't know was racist. Then I climbed a tall shelf and refused to come down. When the principal tried to pull me off, I bit the f*ck out of him for touching me. Cuz 6 year olds are dangerous. I've been reading since age 3 and only now at 29 do I regret not sleeping every chance I had.
When I was about 4, my parents thought it would be cute to set up a play date for me. They had friends with a kid my age and they brought me over to her house. Within 10 minutes,I had found the kid very boring and ditched her to hang out with the family's two dogs instead. That was my first and last playdate.
Me and my buddy (both 9yo)were fans of the SNES game "secret of evermore". Instead of magic, you use alchemy there. So i went and made a "defense formula" by mixing some sand with some drops of water. Then powdered it over his head. Then i started strangling him with my hands and we took the time, how long he could endure it. Next try i added 1 drop of water more and repeat. I think we tried from 5 to 12 drops until an adult came and stopped us. My buddy said like "it's fine, we're playing... GRRGGLL!" Omfg that must have looked idiotic xD
I always broke all my crayons in half so I hade twice as many crayons as anyone else. Come in handy when sharing.
When I was in High-school I hated the sport classes as many of other nerdy types like me did. During class some guys, usually the sporty types, would stand up to pick their team players, and me and a bunch of others were always the last ones, obviously. So I decided to turn the game around and started putting myself forward and picking all those people that nobody wanted in their teams, my teacher even came to me one day and asked if I'm being serious. Lol. We even got to win a game once. I feel so sorry for the other team. Decades later I'm still proud of this.
One Christmas, I'd be 9 - 10, we were at a family dinner (20 ish people and kids). I was helping lay the table when one of my uncles asked me to get the glasses. I asked him where they were, his reply, 'Use your initiative boy' ( he was a Major in the army and up his own ass, as my dad said). So I turned round quick as a flash and replied 'Abracadabra' and waved my hands. In the room were a number of aged aunts/uncles all sipping sherry/port/wine, most of which got sprayed accross the room causing even more hilarity. My uncle didn't speak to me properly after that for years, but everyone else said it was the best come-back they had heard in years.
Me in catechism class, Catholic scchool, about age 7: "Why didn't they just check for Jesus's pulse?"....and there's my life in a nutshell.
When I was a junior in Anerican History class the teacher said spaghetti didn't exist in Italy until we showed them they could eat tomatoes. I told him he was an ass as you can eat spaghetti with any kind of sauce. I hit sent to tge Dean's office for backtalking the teacher.
When i was 4 i couldn read yet but i new all my nijntje ( miffie) bookt by heart Becose my mom had to read them to me all the time . In preschool when my teachert had to leave the room fore a second she would put me in her chair with a book and i would read it to the class
As a little kid I was recorded as saying “I know it’s true because I made it up myself”. And I feel like that describes me.
Chewed out a cop when I was three or four for not having seatbelts in his backseat and it is the law. Guy was taking my mom and me home after our car broke down. My favorite was in sixth grade when I did Cujo as my book report, got an A+, and also earned my parents a parent teacher conference about my, "Obsession with the macabre"
Yeah, I believe fewer than half of these stories are true. Just sound like a lot of insecure adults trying to portray themselves as "special."