• Things we did as kids we regret
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[QUOTE=Fatfatfatty;26139842]He died?[/QUOTE] Survived
[QUOTE=SomeRandomGuy18;26125984]He probably thinks of them more like objects[/QUOTE] They probably are objects.
Something else I regret; In 5th grade, school was over for the day, so me and my friend were on our way home, when we saw these two boys, one was another 5th grader and the other guy was a 7th grader. They were both fighting while some other kids cheered and watched. Well, the 7th grader won the fight, and then asked if anyone else wanted to get their ass beaten. Just for fun, I pointed at my friend. The 7th grader threw him to the ground punched him one time in the face and threw some sand at him. I just stood there all stunned, scared shitless thinking of what I had just done. Some teachers came over and asked us what happened. My friend, all dizzy and bloody told them that the 7th grader had attacked him for no reason(he was not aware that I had pointed at him). The 7th grader tried to tell them I was the reason he had attacked, but they cut him off, so he was never able to tell them it was me. The teachers told me and my friend to go home, while the 7th grader was given detention. When we got home,my friend's mother drove him to a doctor, and I walked home. I was scared to death, and it's probably one of the things I regret most.
[QUOTE=Carne;26140603]Something else I regret; In 5th grade, school was over for the day, so me and my friend were on our way home, when we saw these two boys, one was another 5th grader and the other guy was a 7th grader. They were both fighting while some other kids cheered and watched. Well, the 7th grader won the fight, and then asked if anyone else wanted to get their ass beaten. Just for fun, I pointed at my friend. The 7th grader threw him to the ground punched him one time in the face and threw some sand at him. I just stood there all stunned, scared shitless thinking of what I had just done. Some teachers came over and asked us what happened. My friend, all dizzy and bloody told them that the 7th grader had attacked him for no reason(he was not aware that I had pointed at him). The 7th grader tried to tell them I was the reason he had attacked, but they cut him off, so he was never able to tell them it was me. The teachers told me and my friend to go home, while the 7th grader was given detention. When we got home,my friend's mother drove him to a doctor, and I walked home. I was scared to death, and it's probably one of the things I regret most.[/QUOTE] Don't blame yourself, how the christ were you supposed to know that someone would do such a stupid thing.
Something I don't regret, but I hope the stupid medical person at the school does. One thing before I begin: I am TERRIFIED of water on my face and eyes. Always have been. I think I was 6 or 7 at the time. It was the last day of school before the Christmas holidays. I was messing about and tripped over a piece of pavement that had cracked, and poked myself in the eye. I cried all through the Christmas party thing, and the teacher sent me out thinking I was being stupid. The medical-bay-woman, who was actually a supply teacher, decided I'd got something in my eye and proceeded to pour water on my face whilst I was yelling stop. I got really annoyed and she said something like 'It's water, you big baby!' to the whole class. Anyway, my Dad took me to the hospital. It turns out I had a scratched cornea from falling over. If I EVER see that idiot woman in the street, I will tell her to fuck off and die.
I was a little bastard at times, but overall, I tried to be nice. One time, my Aunt Judy was making hamburgers on the Barbecue. I was very impatient as a kid, later to discover that I have ADD. When she FINALLY gave me that godforsaken meat sandwich I asked "do you have any cheese?" in which she replied "yes, honey." "WELL YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU HAD CHEESE, GIVE ME A PIECE YOU WHORE." I was rightfully punished. I think I was 8 or so, but when I found out I had tourettes syndrome when I was 14 it all made sense...well, kind of. I still haven't had the time to apologize for it, but I want to.
I regret not doing all the things I should have done.
I used about 7 dollars in quarters to play the arcade game "Area 51" Now that I remember that game was bad ass. Now that I remember my dad was trying to give me a guilt trip. Now that I remember I don't regret spending 7 dollars on that game.
I wish I knew things I did. But I smoked too much weed and forgot.
Dirty games with the girls next door. But I really do regret falling down the stairs with a pencil in my pocket. I punctured a kidney and now I have one kidney. And it's all because of that fucking cat.
Screaming and yelling at my little sister for god knows what. She got in a car accident and died recently afterwards. I can't believe she died probably thinking I did not love her.
[QUOTE=Bubz;26141758]I wish I knew things I did. But I smoked too much weed and forgot.[/QUOTE] TBH, if you're going to smoke weed you deserve it. Eventually you're gonna overdose and nobody'll care because people just think of you as that guy.
I was so guilt-ridden by the time I was 4 that I overdosed on juice boxes and my father found me kneeling over my training potty puking my guts out What's up with these dumb threads
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;26135688]I regret joining facepunch I regret coming to the thread and posting. I regret letting you guys get to me and shoot me down. Thanks facepunch for the wonderful depression you have ensued on me. :smith:[/QUOTE] Problem?
I saved some punks ass by pulling him off the road when I was 4, if I didn't pull him he would have been slammed by some speeding car. Now that kid only swears at me and always puts me down so I really regret saving his life.
I regret in 2003 telling my little kitten (who was very small obviously, completely black fur, and he motherfucking loved me. and I loved him back. We were like fucking best friends) named Oscar, I'd see him when I got back from school. Well I went through the school day thinking of some stuff I was going to do when I got home. Play with Oscar, watch TV with Oscar, Look on the computer, of course, with Oscar. Well I knew he had some health problems but didn't think much of it. All I cared is that he was my little buddy and nothing could ever split us. Not until that fateful day. I said goodbye to him, and that I'd see him after school. I rushed home and burst through the door with my big sister. My Dad was sat. Alone. On the sofa. He said "Kids... I have some sad news" I was slightly confused at first but I think my sister knew. He said "Oscar had a tumour and well..." he went silent for a little then said "Oscar died today" at that point my little excited where's-my-buddy face twisted into an "Oh god no" face. Me and my sister instantly burst into tears, ran up to dad and hugged him, crying for ages. I wonder to this day if maybe he wouldn't of died if I didn't say "I'll see you after school Oscie" (A nickname created by my dad. He responded to "Oscar, Oscie and Oscage". From then on I have been really scared to say "I'll see you after X" or "I'll see you when I/We get back" incase it happens again. R.I.P Little buddy. [img_thumb]http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs095.snc1/4963_1176321333377_1388411851_2061065_188_n.jpg[/img_thumb] That's the little feller there. Upon more info from my mother, it happens that my little buddy had leukaemia since birth. By the time it was obvious something was wrong with him, it was too advanced, and there was nothing we or the doctors could do. And there was nothing we could do to stop it.
[QUOTE=Truchappo;26140073]Being kleptomaniac. I stole things that were shiny to me.[/QUOTE] Are you a raven?
[QUOTE=HeavyGuy;26141877]I regret in 2003 telling my little kitten (who was very small obviously, completely black fur, and he motherfucking loved me. and I loved him back. We were like fucking best friends) named Oscar, I'd see him when I got back from school. Well I went through the school day thinking of some stuff I was going to do when I got home. Play with Oscar, watch TV with Oscar, Look on the computer, of course, with Oscar. Well I knew he had some health problems but didn't think much of it. All I cared is that he was my little buddy and nothing could ever split us. Not until that fateful day. I said goodbye to him, and that I'd see him after school. I rushed home and burst through the door with my big sister. My Dad was sat. Alone. On the sofa. He said "Kids... I have some sad news" I was slightly confused at first but I think my sister knew. He said "Oscar had a tumor and well..." he went silent for a little then said "Oscar died today" at that point my little excited where's-my-buddy face twisted into an "Oh god no" face. Me and my sister instantly burst into tears, ran up to dad and hugged him, crying for ages. I wonder to this day if maybe he wouldn't of died if I didn't say "I'll see you after school Oscie" (A nickname created by my dad. He responded to "Oscar, Oscie and Oscage". From then on I have been really scared to say "I'll see you after X" or "I'll see you when I/We get back" incase it happens again. R.I.P Little buddy.[/QUOTE] :smith:
Why did my story get all those hearts? It's horrible, I'm the bad guy in the story.
I tried to steal a chocolate bar from a corner store when I was like 11. I got caught and it was horribly embarrassing.
I decapitated somebody and replaced their head with a cauliflower. :smith:
I destroyed my uncle's awesome stereo system with a pen :saddowns: It eats me inside.
[QUOTE=The Mighty Boatman;26142058]I decapitated somebody and replaced their head with a cauliflower. :smith:[/QUOTE] Wait, what?
[QUOTE=TheIceman;26142060]I destroyed my uncle's awesome stereo system with a pen :saddowns: It eats me inside.[/QUOTE] Need more info on this.
I remember sleeping in bed with my cousin (female) at the age of 9, and I touched her ass. We don't talk anymore.
[QUOTE=brandonsh;26142084]Need more info on this.[/QUOTE] Well, over a period of about 2 weeks, I was 1-2 years old, I visited my uncle a lot and I was always poking at his speaker with a pen. Eventually I went through and the hole was to big to fix. Somehow I remembered it to this day.. And yes, I tried really hard to make my description of the event sound as sexually as possible.
[QUOTE=>VLN<;26125088]This applies to everybody here. Every time I get into an argument with my mom and then look back days later at how dumb/pointless what we were arguing about was. It kinda hurts me late at night thinking about them.[/QUOTE] Ugh, the sleepless nights I've had regretting stupid little things I should forget about, but never can. Makes your chest feel so heavy and shit.
[QUOTE=HeavyGuy;26141877]I regret in 2003 telling my little kitten (who was very small obviously, completely black fur, and he motherfucking loved me. and I loved him back. We were like fucking best friends) named Oscar, I'd see him when I got back from school. Well I went through the school day thinking of some stuff I was going to do when I got home. Play with Oscar, watch TV with Oscar, Look on the computer, of course, with Oscar. Well I knew he had some health problems but didn't think much of it. All I cared is that he was my little buddy and nothing could ever split us. Not until that fateful day. I said goodbye to him, and that I'd see him after school. I rushed home and burst through the door with my big sister. My Dad was sat. Alone. On the sofa. He said "Kids... I have some sad news" I was slightly confused at first but I think my sister knew. He said "Oscar had a tumor and well..." he went silent for a little then said "Oscar died today" at that point my little excited where's-my-buddy face twisted into an "Oh god no" face. Me and my sister instantly burst into tears, ran up to dad and hugged him, crying for ages. I wonder to this day if maybe he wouldn't of died if I didn't say "I'll see you after school Oscie" (A nickname created by my dad. He responded to "Oscar, Oscie and Oscage". From then on I have been really scared to say "I'll see you after X" or "I'll see you when I/We get back" incase it happens again. R.I.P Little buddy. [img_thumb]http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs095.snc1/4963_1176321333377_1388411851_2061065_188_n.jpg[/img_thumb] That's the little feller there.[/QUOTE] :saddowns:
I fingered a girl that slept next to me during nap time in kindergarten. I still know her.
[QUOTE=The Mighty Boatman;26141780]TBH, if you're going to smoke weed you deserve it. Eventually you're gonna overdose and nobody'll care because people just think of you as that guy.[/QUOTE] You live once. I don't give a shit if people know me as that guy. Fuck them.
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