I remember a lot of it was spent alone. I was often in my room playing by myself or I was out in the front yard. We had this car, a 1981 Pontiac Bonneville. It was blue. His name was simply Car and he was my best friend back then. I remember spending most of my days, everyday outside sitting on the sidewalk talking to him. I would often play the helicopter game with him. What I would do was collect these little leave things that fell from the trees, and they had two little leaf/pod things coming off opposite ends of the stem, and it look like helicopter blades, and I would spin them real fast between my fingers and let go and they would hover for a brief moment and then fall. I also liked to pull the little pod open and smash the seed in them. We eventually got rid of the car, I remember it as vividly as I remember the day my mom left us. I think losing Car was my first big loss I experienced. He was my friend and losing him was devastating.
I started going to school, it was like kindergarten, or something. Preschool I think? Headstart program perhaps. Something. (I dunno, too old for preschool, too young for kindergarten, anyways). I met a couple of kids there, some quite a bit older than me (it shared the building with an elementary and high school), like Tommy. He was 10 or 11 I think , but we hung out outside of school since they lived only few blocks away. We would ride bikes around the neighborhood, I remember I often fell and busted myself open somewhere at the curb at the end of the street from my house. Anyways we would ride around and just do whatever kids would do. I remember one time we broke into someone's basement when they weren't home. We smashed a window open and got in that way. I don't think we did anything other than look around. We started playing together a lot, Tommy and I, and he came over almost everyday.
One day, we were on the bus coming home from school. There were only a couple of us left, and we were the last stop. Well anyways one day we were riding the bus back home, me and Tommy were sitting in the far back and the others were sitting in the middle and up front. Basically we were spread out. Well Tommy had pulled his penis out and had me touch it. I told him no at first but he said I would get in trouble for breaking into that basement if I didn't. That he'd tell on me and they'd believe him because he was older than me. I didn't want to get in trouble so I touched his penis. He told me it sort of felt good and he had me undo my pants and he touched mine. Being a littlun at the time I didn't get an erection like he did, but he still touched me there. He had me put his "thing" in my mouth. He had me keep it there until it was our stop and then we got off the bus. He said I wasn't allowed to tell anybody about that because we'd get in trouble. And I never told anyone, ever. He continued to come over and we'd play, but it was different. I didn't really like him much after a while and eventually he stopped coming over. We eventually moved after my mom left us.
I don't remember remember where we moved with my dad, but we often visited my mother when he had to work, which was all the time. My mom would often leave us with her sister and she would go off wherever and be gone for the weekend. My aunt lived with one of her boyfriends at the time and Brad, I think his name was, was pretty cool. He'd wonder around the neighborhood and I'd help him steal shit from people's yards and on one occasion he broke into someone's house. He had me keep lookout. I recall him coming out with some money and jewelry stuffed in his pockets. He took me to the pawn shop to sell the jewelry and then he took me to the bowling alley where he had to meet a friend of his, I had to wait by the door. I'm fairly certain he was buying drugs. Aside from things like that, I followed him around and vandalized shit. I don't remember what happened to him, we just stopped going over there, and my dad moved again.
Here I think he moved to a house near my grandparents. I got home early from school one day and he wasn't home. I was alone. I was terrified. I grabbed the phone and dialed random numbers asking for him until he got home like 15 minutes later. I ran over and gave him a hug but he smacked me for playing with the phone and had me sit in my room until dinner. During this time I went to a charter school, I had two friends, Mark and Jason. Us three. We made the south park gang look like saints. I was suspended (yes, 3-5 grade) most of the year. During this time I had a bad anger problem. Our class had this thing where each week someone was chosen to be the line leader, the person at the front of the line everywhere we went. One week, I was line leader and some kid cut in front of me and this pissed me off greatly. We got back to class and i shoved him over a chair and then threw the chair at him. Another time I socked a kid in the face when he wouldn't get out of my way. The school signed me up for some anger management classes I had to go to everyday for two hours for the rest of the year. Mark, Jason, and I would draw these massive battles between armies of stick figures across dozens of pages. We would spends weeks during recess working on these things. They were awesome. One time, Jason brought in fake blood and we used it on the pictures, truly awesome. I also had a large number of drawings of people dying, car crashes, cities being bombed in my desk. The school discovered these and I wasn't allowed to go there anymore. I was deemed a danger to the other students.
We moved again and I spend the rest of 5th grade at some public school, North Park. During the next year I gained a lot of weight. My anger wasn't so much of an issue by now, though I did have a couple of outbursts in class that resulted in me being sent to the principal's office.
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Alright. Anymore and it won't be early childhood.
No idea why I'm posting this, just the need to write something I suppose, and maybe it's just one of the moods i get. A quiet mood, where I feel the need to reveal things to strangers that I shouldn't reveal.
[QUOTE=Nautsabes;15572888]
I didn't want to get in trouble so I touched his penis. He told me it sort of felt good and he had me undo my pants and he touched mine. Being a littlun at the time I didn't get an erection like he did, but he still touched me there. [b]He had me put his "thing" in my mouth.[/b] [/QUOTE]
What the [b]fuck[/b], Nautsabes.
[QUOTE=SnakeHead;15572922]What the [b]fuck[/b], Nautsabes.[/QUOTE]
:frown:
[quote=Nautsabes;15572888]And I never told anyone, ever. [/quote]
Woops
[QUOTE=Callius;15572952]Woops[/QUOTE]
Well duh, obviously now I've told people.
[QUOTE=SnakeHead;15572922]What the [b]fuck[/b], Nautsabes.[/QUOTE]
My point EXACTLY!
/care
What the pejorative intensifier fuck!
Do not care.
I liked the part where Tommy raped you.
:q:
lol
waht the fuck
So Nautsabes, how exactly did you manage to find your way to facepunch? I'm very curious to this.
I used to have a anger problem back in grade 3-5, But I dont recall ever sucking another childs dick.
Dude, I remember ages ago when I was like, 10, I made some kid touch my penis.
My names Tom btw.
Its short for tommy. Thats what they used to call me.
I'm glad just about everyone on facepunch has had their penis touched by someone at an early age. It just fills me with joy.
[QUOTE=zachblack;15573077]I'm glad just about everyone on facepunch has had their penis touched by someone at an early age. It just fills me with joy.[/QUOTE]
lul cops coming to your door :cop:
[QUOTE=zachblack;15573077]I'm glad just about everyone on facepunch has had their penis touched by someone at an early age. It just fills me with joy.[/QUOTE]
I haven't.
[QUOTE=SnakeHead;15573089]I haven't.[/QUOTE]
Quit trying to act cool. You know you have.
what the jesus crikey fuck
[QUOTE=zachblack;15573077]I'm glad just about everyone on facepunch has had their penis touched by someone at an early age. It just fills me with joy.[/QUOTE]
How about when your parents changed your diaper? It's not as if they were thinking 'must...not....touch...penis'
[QUOTE=Lankist;15573093]what the jesus crikey fuck[/QUOTE]
You don't even want to know. Move on.
That came out wrong.....
What was that?
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[QUOTE=Wisebrant;15573099]How about when your parents changed your diaper? It's not as if they were thinking 'must...not....touch...penis'[/QUOTE]
What?!?!?!?!!!?!?!?!
This was a very strange story, started about a car and ended with oral rape.
Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit
It strangely fits this thread and its posts.
[QUOTE=SnakeHead;15572922]What the [b]fuck[/b], Nautsabes.[/QUOTE]
Indeed what the hell.
i remember this kid in my old neighborhood
we had this big plank of wood and an about 5 brick high wall
so we put it to make a sort of ramp
then i pissed on the ramp
[QUOTE=Penguin-Man;15573219]i remember this kid in my old neighborhood
we had this big plank of wood and the about 5 brick high wall
so we put it to make a sort of ramp
then i pissed on the ramp[/QUOTE]
Why do so many of your stories end with "and then I pissed on the ramp?"
[QUOTE=Lankist;15573230]Why do so many of your stories end with "and then I pissed on the ramp?"[/QUOTE]
what other stories have i told that had such endings?
also another stroy:
once, when i was in 4th grade
i'd stick my butt up in the air (dont ask why, i suppose it just felt comfortable)
anyhow, i guess some kid was just a bit annoyed at me or soemthing and tried to pull me down, instead he pulled my pants down...
i heard the screams of horror behind me
[QUOTE=Lankist;15573230]Why do so many of your stories end with "and then I pissed on the ramp?"[/QUOTE]
cause he pissed on the fucking ramp
What are you, illiterate?
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