• Things we did as kids we regret
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When I was in first or second grade, my dad and I were playing in the backyard. I shot him with a squirt gun, and my dog Snickers, who was also in the backyard at the time took this as a sign of aggression and attacked my dad on the porch. Snickers bit him (scratched? I wasn't sure) on his leg and my dad took a broom and attempted to beat Snickers with it. Luckily my mom was out there too and we stopped him, but we had to give the dog away. My dad got a pretty bad wound on his leg because a lot of the skin was ripped, and I'm pretty sure he cried in pain when my mom put petroleum jelly on it because it was pretty nasty, added to the burn of the petroleum jelly. I still miss Snickers and I wonder how he's doing today, if he's even still alive. The part I regret is shooting my dad with a squirt gun, because that's what started the big chain reaction.
When I was five, I used to have a bird. It was a budgerigar, named Syd, and holy fucking shit was it intelligent. We used to let it out of its cage and fly everywhere around the house, it used to perch up on the corners of the ceiling so we couldn't reach it, because it never wanted to go back in its cage. Anyway - one day, we let the bird out of its cage, and mum went down to do the washing. She told me NOT to open the door, ever, because Syd would fly out, wanting to see the outside world, and we might not be able to get her back. Anyway, she went down to get the clothes off the line and what do I do? I feel like a glass of water. I open the door, and fucking Syd flies out and away. And that was the end of Syd. What's worse is, he flew over the road and got clipped by a truck - not run over, but sufficiently damaged to not survive in the wild. Anyway we got another budgie called Bluey and he escaped one day too, but then he just sat on the fence and waited for us to capture him again because he was fucking stupid :downs:
[QUOTE=killerteacup;26148209]When I was five, I used to have a bird. It was a budgerigar, named Syd, and holy fucking shit was it intelligent. We used to let it out of its cage and fly everywhere around the house, it used to perch up on the corners of the ceiling so we couldn't reach it, because it never wanted to go back in its cage. Anyway - one day, we let the bird out of its cage, and mum went down to do the washing. She told me NOT to open the door, ever, because Syd would fly out, wanting to see the outside world, and we might not be able to get her back. Anyway, she went down to get the clothes off the line and what do I do? I feel like a glass of water. I open the door, and fucking Syd flies out and away. And that was the end of Syd. What's worse is, he flew over the road and got clipped by a truck - not run over, but sufficiently damaged to not survive in the wild. Anyway we got another budgie called Bluey and he escaped one day too, but then he just sat on the fence and waited for us to capture him again because he was fucking stupid :downs:[/QUOTE] that's just fucking sad, smart bird escapes just to get hit by a truck
I regret any time I've ever gotten mad at people in my life they were all such petty things.
[QUOTE=Mercenary-;26136933]I thought an air-guitar was a real instrument 'till 6th grade.[/QUOTE] i thought an air guitar was a real instrument until now
You stole this from SA, You asshole
One word: Bengay
[QUOTE=privatesmily;26127734]i tried to give my cat advil when i was 5 because i though it would make him feel better like it did to me luckily my parents saw me and managed to stop me in the nick of time still feel like a idiot doing that...[/QUOTE] Yet you still played another cat with Raid. Either way, for me, it was probably that I always took advantage of my parents. I'd always try to get them to buy things for me, telling them I'd pay them back. I never have. Sorry mom and dad :frown: [editline]18th November 2010[/editline] I've also hated how I was, and still am not able to vent out my anger properly, I either hold it in, resulting in me getting pissed at someone else for no reason, or I just let it all out in a bad way. I still haven't caused physical pain to anyone though, so I guess that's a good thing.
in the first or second grade i remember me and a bunch of my little friends started a wrestling game and little did i know i took it way to far... i just remember me being the lone kid on top of this kid twisting his arms as the rest of my friends held him down... i remember i left class to use the bathroom and the same kid ( with a cast on his arm with a teacher) saying it was him! apparently i broke his arm! i got to stay home for a few days because i was in trouble. my mom really was not mad because she knew that it was not just me it was all of the boys. she drove up on the school the next day and all my friends where still playing wrestle, she got mad because i was the only kid to get in trouble ^_^ I still see that kid on my bus, every time i bring that up he always says :"That was you?!"
I pushed one of my best friends down and I didn't really know why. I really feel sorry because now he died from leukemia. Fuck.
I regret buying furbies and slaughtering them.
I stole a coke from my friend's garage once. I felt like an ass after that because his entire family were southern hicks. I also tried cutting my own hair while in 5th grade, that didn't come out so well. And one last one. I was walking back from my school in 2nd grade, and a kid was riding his bicycle in the middle of the street. I noticed that his front wheel looked a little... [i]off[/i]. As soon as I turned around the corner, I heard a loud crash and he began screaming. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was lying covered in blood in the middle of the street. Being the dick I was, I didn't bother calling for help. I kept walking to my house. An hour later, and ambulance came and picked him up. There was also a small crowd of people near the street. To this day, I still regret not helping him.
[QUOTE=Dysentery;26125419]your point? just because one person likes him doesn't mean everyone else does.[/QUOTE] He has 207 friends.
I am probably not old enough to look back on the child-hood and what. But I regret the last three years of my life. I was a major anti-social kid, focused on nothing but video games. Recently (just passed Summer) I moved in with my dad, life has improved a bit, but now I get the good graces of looking back on that: social opportunities, education, all kinds of things that I missed out on. I regret that a lot. But in the school that I left, I made an enemy out of a lot of people, especially staff. I got in trouble a lot for "bullying." I hurt so many people, physically and mentally; I regret that as well.
[QUOTE=Sgt. Lulz;26127272]You fucked her?[/QUOTE] Subtlety isn't your strong point, I'm assuming. Some other stuff I regret: being an absolute cunt to my parents when I was 13/14, accidentally elbowing my grandpa in the dick when I was 4, and not paying enough attention to my friend. When we were 14, she really liked me and I guess I really liked her too. I was still in fear of my parents, so I didn't do anything about it. I told her to wait for me, and I would wait for her too. A few months later, she went out with this guy and one night he raped her. I still feel horrific for that. I feel that if I just returned the gesture and acted upon my feelings, it wouldn't have happened. I'm still friends with her, but I hardly talk to her anymore because she finds it hard. She also has extremely low self-esteem, and every now and then has flash-backs to what happened to her. I just wish I could go back in time and save her from it.
Being molested, but not knowing it until reading my Cub Scout handbook. Crazy ass neighbors, and there sexy sisters.
In elementary school we had a halloween parade. Well I brought some itching powder it put it down my teacher's shirt. It was consistent of small animal hair clippings. He was allergic :saddowns:
When I was little, every time I got a balloon I would convince my brother to let go of his with me, so we would both let them go and have no balloon. Every single time. And we would both cry. Every single time.
I regret being a blind dumbass to some of my best friends when we were younger (around 8-9 years old). Even though they forgot about it and got over my really truly terrible idiocy of the time. It's not until recently recollecting what's gone on in my life. I never said sorry for a shitload of dumb things that I did. And I feel even worse that they my friends of the time have turned into gigantic potheads and cannot remember [i]anything[/i] of great detail from those days, the good or the bad. So I feel like a prat for not saying sorry about what I did before they turned into high in the sky lumps.
[QUOTE=shatteredwindow;26150490]When I was little, every time I got a balloon I would convince my brother to let go of his with me, so we would both let them go and have no balloon. Every single time. And we would both cry. Every single time.[/QUOTE] :saddowns: I expected that you were going to say you never let go of yours.
[QUOTE=TheWhiteFox1;26150586]:saddowns: I expected that you were going to say you never let go of yours.[/QUOTE] No, back then we were really close. We would gang up on the rest of our family, and they couldn't stop us. I even used to finish his sentences because we had a weird twin thing going on.
I wish i was close with my brother like that
[QUOTE=Polaco202;26151062]I wish i was close with my brother like that[/QUOTE] I'm not anymore, he's a shithead now.
True Story. When I was 12, I had a sleep over for my birthday with about 7 friends, now this is back in the days when vhs was still somewhat popular. So about half-way through the night (after eating a ton of junk food and play video games) we decided to watch a movie. So i took a look at what was on the shelf and and found a movie called "Snatch Masters". My friends agreed on the title (obviously we never knew what snatch meant). So i put the tape in and on the screen was a man suspiciously looking like my father fucking a woman suspiciously like my mother. I instantly realised what it was, forever scarred by what I've seen I desperately had to wrestle my firends to get back on the shelf and eject the tape because they didn't recognize who was on the screen until a minute later. I try to forget this moment, but I don't think I ever can and I regret ever putting in that tape.
I remember back when I'd started high school (Year 7)... I'd suspected for a while that one of my friends had a thing for me, but I had no real evidence, just a suspicion. One fateful Tuesday, in a Music lesson, we were playing around with the keyboards, and out of the blue she just said "I love you" to me, without any real precursor. Being about 11 at the time, and being a completely emotionally (and socially) underdeveloped tard, I freaked out. Not to her, or while she was there, but I just completely couldn't handle the idea she liked me and I basically started ignoring her some of the time and trying to avoid her. I think I would have broken her heart, and I am so indescribably grateful that she is still my friend now even after how I treated her. I've never apologised to her for it, but it still makes me feel terrible when I think about it. :saddowns:
[QUOTE='[ToRn];26136114']It was in 5th grade, it was Kriss Krindle or whatever it's called ... in some parts of the world it called "Secret Santa" ... for those who don't know either one, it's when you pick put a name in random, and at the end of the year you give them a present, but you don't tell them it was you until present opening time. well it was 5th grade and well ... I forgot ... I forgot to get a gift! So I grabbed the only thing I found at home before I left for school ... a candy cane. Well during opening present time I got a cool ass little toy scooter. What did the girl get from me? Not only was it bad enough it was just a small candy cane, it snapped it my pocket. I gave it to her, it laid there on the floor, a snapped candy cane. I was embarassed and ashamed. I felt, and still feel like a selfish asshole. I found that girl on facebook, I didn't add her, though I can make it up and say sorry and I will forever be at peace about that situation, but that was 10years ago ... I'll be a creep by going "Hey it's me from 5th grade, sorry bout the candy cane thing"[/QUOTE] Lol it is never too late you might never know. You don't want to end up not doing anything and end up regretting this too. Say hi and just be like " hi im ____ from fifth grade etc..." I ended up finding my 3rd grade crush last year..turns out she likes me now ^^after getting to know me of course [editline]19th November 2010[/editline] [QUOTE=loco;26145292]Once when I was young I shit my diapers then took them off and I begun to paint my entire wall with shit. My mother vomited on the floor.[/QUOTE] lol but i heard having dreams about one's child playing with poop or something to do with poop is good . as in good future er something like that
I hid a turd in my toy box when I was 5. It was never found.
Can we just drop this whole thing about me? I admit, I made a big mistake by posting that I never cared, when the truth of the matter is that I do care. Sure sometimes i don't give a fuck but most of the time I care deeply about people. :smith:
One thing I'll never regret was throwing an fruit like the orange I don't renember the name towards a car. The fruit blowed up all over the fucking windshield and left an enormous mark like those in the movies. I fucking laughed so much and I went all "fuck you" on the dude.He almost crashed into our bus tho,cause he used the hand brake and fucking stopped in the middle of the road.A biker crashed onto his truck-like thing and went flying off.
Every day I regret not talking to my grandpa before he died. He got cancer when I was 7. By the time he was almost gone, I could not look at him. I couldn't even speak to him, he was no longer the man I knew. He was a shell. I looked at him and I felt scared. I just walked away and sat looking away from him. He coughed and asked my dad why. We left shortly after. To this day, it still makes me sad thinking about it. R.I.P Grandpa, you were amazing. I love you. Christ, I'm tearing up...
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