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^where is that from, and why do i find it so funny.
What experience in your life made you lose your innocence?
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When I was in the fourth grade my mom got married for the second time, and was pregnant with my brother. When we moved in with the baby father I just knewsomething was wrong, just didnt know what it was. I was a wild kid, doing all kind of sports during the day and then running the streets later on, my mom wasntable to control me much cuz she was busy with my brother and all that stuff.
In a couple of months I realized that her new husband was an alcoholic, getting drunk every day. About 2 years later he smacked her for the second time, shewanted to leave, but just wasnt strong enough to make that decision, so I did that for her. I was about 13 at that time and I told her that if she doesnt leavehim Im leaving, cuz I just knew she wouldnt let me leave and would just leave him instead. Since then I just knew she would count on me to fix any problems shefaced, and let me tell you there was really A LOT of it.
We moved out and lived in about 4 different places with family and friends for the next 2 years and went through a lot of stuff. It was more that 10 years agoand I dont regret that decision at all, just I didnt know it would be that rough of a ride.
In a couple of months I realized that her new husband was an alcoholic, getting drunk every day. About 2 years later he smacked her for the second time, shewanted to leave, but just wasnt strong enough to make that decision, so I did that for her. I was about 13 at that time and I told her that if she doesnt leavehim Im leaving, cuz I just knew she wouldnt let me leave and would just leave him instead. Since then I just knew she would count on me to fix any problems shefaced, and let me tell you there was really A LOT of it.
We moved out and lived in about 4 different places with family and friends for the next 2 years and went through a lot of stuff. It was more that 10 years agoand I dont regret that decision at all, just I didnt know it would be that rough of a ride.
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Originally Posted by ServeChilled81
^where is that from, and why do i find it so funny.
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Good for you and your family... admirable thing to do at such a young age.
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For me it was back in Sophmore year hs. This kid who always play ball with me during lunch ended in a gang cuz he said he always get picked on etc. One day meand my friend were walking home. As we passed by this internet arcade we saw a rumble outside. Witnessing one of my friend's friend got shot up in the backwhile he was trying to run away was
He got shot in the spine so Kid was laying there shaking and kicking like a fish on land before he die
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Originally Posted by Elpablo21
middle school/ jr. high years...guns, drugs, sex and deaths at such a young age
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Elementary Days .... If u grew up in the Crack Era in the hood u seen damn near everything
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Right on, I just had this thought in making this thread because I just realize how far my parents have come. And it made me realize there are a lot of Andres out there.
Crazy story.
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Being exposed to gangs, guns, violence and death all before I was a 1st grader. Guess that happens when you live in the more "hood" side of town.
I miss that place even though it wasn't the best. It helped my family grow to what we are today and I can't knock that. Made us better people. I driveby every now and then to see what it's like when I'm in town.
I miss that place even though it wasn't the best. It helped my family grow to what we are today and I can't knock that. Made us better people. I driveby every now and then to see what it's like when I'm in town.
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Well, I did what I had to, cuz I knew that wasnt a good place to raise a kid (my little brother) plus I didnt want to see my mom smacked likethat, cuz sooner or later I would snap back, and being the wild kid like that, that could not end well for all of us.
I had to grow up real quick, cuz then by the time I was a freshman in HS we had our own apartment, but my mom got really depressed and started wilding out, soI ended up raising myself AND getting her money she was asking for when she dropped out of work. She started being "normal" when I was about 20. Thatwere some crazy times, but I made it through. It made me a different person than I could be, but still I finished school, got a Masters degree and still inschool to get my second one. Try majoring in Computer Science when you dont have a computer, cuz the money I had was used on bills, cuz we would get kicked outif I didnt pay. Theres much more than that to that crazy story, but dont feel like typing all my life right here
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Originally Posted by Frank 7he T4nk
Originally Posted by kidposite
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too many people dying around me at an early age
mother kicking me out
too many people letting you down and wanting to see me fail
mother kicking me out
too many people letting you down and wanting to see me fail
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When I was 10, my parents split.
Moms was a mess, and since we'd moved here from Vietnam, we didn't have any family for her to turn to, so I had to take up that role of being a bestfriend/confidant/spouse.
Plus, she couldn't speak English very well, so I handled all the things around the house i.e. making phone calls, writing checks, translating socialworkers, etc.
Moms was a mess, and since we'd moved here from Vietnam, we didn't have any family for her to turn to, so I had to take up that role of being a bestfriend/confidant/spouse.
Plus, she couldn't speak English very well, so I handled all the things around the house i.e. making phone calls, writing checks, translating socialworkers, etc.
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A cousin (who happened to be 5 years older than me) introduced me to playboy and hustler magazines when I was around 11 years old. That sounds weird now that Ilook back on it.
oh and
oh and
in some ways, this was true for me as well
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There's been a ton of stuff in my life that I would consider "innocence" taking, but I remember vividly what made me realize that life isn'treally a game.
It was a Saturday morning in the Powderhorn neighborhood of Southside Minneapolis. I was just entering first grade, and we were steadily approaching our firstfull year of living in the neighborhood. This was the 3rd time I remember moving somewhere new. I liked this place the best, because it seemed like I instantlyfit in. There were kids my age, there was a park right across the street, the neighbors were nice, and there wasn't as much visible evidence of drugs andgangs as our last place in Downtown Minneapolis (but there were signs. I realize now that I'm older, but I didn't know much about drugs at that point.I knew what they were, and I knew they were bad, but that's about it.)
Anyways, my cousin lived directly above my uncle, my mom, and myself. Pretty much every Saturday after morning cartoons (I had to wait for him because hewatched Fox Kids instead of the WB,) we'd go outside and wait for the other kids to come outside to play at the park. On the way there, we usually grabbedsomething to drink at the water hose. Our water worked perfectly fine, but it felt "cooler" to drink from there like the rest of the kids.
That's when we saw him. Earlier that week, the city tore down an old meth house so the lot right beside our apartment complex was empty. We didn'treally notice any difference, we still saw the same people around the neighborhood, but this guy looked different from anyone we'd ever seen. His eyes wereblank, and his pupils had begun to turn white. The back of his shirt was sprinkled in isolated polka dots of red. The smell, which was very strong, brought anindescribable sickness to my stomach. My cousin ran inside to tell his mother what had happened, but I remember standing there, looking into the man'seyes. I say man because he was older than my cousin and I. But, he couldn't have been any older than his mid-teens.
The police showed up an hour later, and had to clear the accumulated crowd from around the body. By that time, my mother had come and taken me away from thescene. I wasn't ever really a fan of video games, but I remember playing Mario Kart the entire day, trying to get the imagine of the kid's face out ofmy mind. It plagued me for a while, and it wasn't until about a month later that I really started playing outside again.
It's not as gruesome as some of the stories on here, but the thought of it still gives me the chills.
It was a Saturday morning in the Powderhorn neighborhood of Southside Minneapolis. I was just entering first grade, and we were steadily approaching our firstfull year of living in the neighborhood. This was the 3rd time I remember moving somewhere new. I liked this place the best, because it seemed like I instantlyfit in. There were kids my age, there was a park right across the street, the neighbors were nice, and there wasn't as much visible evidence of drugs andgangs as our last place in Downtown Minneapolis (but there were signs. I realize now that I'm older, but I didn't know much about drugs at that point.I knew what they were, and I knew they were bad, but that's about it.)
Anyways, my cousin lived directly above my uncle, my mom, and myself. Pretty much every Saturday after morning cartoons (I had to wait for him because hewatched Fox Kids instead of the WB,) we'd go outside and wait for the other kids to come outside to play at the park. On the way there, we usually grabbedsomething to drink at the water hose. Our water worked perfectly fine, but it felt "cooler" to drink from there like the rest of the kids.
That's when we saw him. Earlier that week, the city tore down an old meth house so the lot right beside our apartment complex was empty. We didn'treally notice any difference, we still saw the same people around the neighborhood, but this guy looked different from anyone we'd ever seen. His eyes wereblank, and his pupils had begun to turn white. The back of his shirt was sprinkled in isolated polka dots of red. The smell, which was very strong, brought anindescribable sickness to my stomach. My cousin ran inside to tell his mother what had happened, but I remember standing there, looking into the man'seyes. I say man because he was older than my cousin and I. But, he couldn't have been any older than his mid-teens.
The police showed up an hour later, and had to clear the accumulated crowd from around the body. By that time, my mother had come and taken me away from thescene. I wasn't ever really a fan of video games, but I remember playing Mario Kart the entire day, trying to get the imagine of the kid's face out ofmy mind. It plagued me for a while, and it wasn't until about a month later that I really started playing outside again.
It's not as gruesome as some of the stories on here, but the thought of it still gives me the chills.
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Women.
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When my grandfather died. He had been smoking since he was 10, leaving him with emphysema and lung cancer. It's not the fact that he died, though, but thefact that, at the age of 13, I couldn't force myself to cry. I think no one should be forced to be confined to a hospital bed for any extended period oftime, and that's when I knew he was better off. To this day I have yet to cry, because I truly believe he no longer had to suffer.
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When I found my parents shooting up in their bedroom.
I use to look up to parents and admire them. My dad was my hero. They worked like normal parents. We would do things together. We had a good family.
But they became hooked when I was 12. They lost their jobs and everything they have. I started working when I was 14 to take care of my little brother and I.Im 18 now, and even though my parents are off the drugs, they are still alcoholics, have no jobs, or no house.
It is hard to look at your parents who use to be my hero's turn to drug addicts, and all their life revolves around is finding their next fix.
I use to look up to parents and admire them. My dad was my hero. They worked like normal parents. We would do things together. We had a good family.
But they became hooked when I was 12. They lost their jobs and everything they have. I started working when I was 14 to take care of my little brother and I.Im 18 now, and even though my parents are off the drugs, they are still alcoholics, have no jobs, or no house.
It is hard to look at your parents who use to be my hero's turn to drug addicts, and all their life revolves around is finding their next fix.
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I %#@# with you man, only my father was the crackhead, moms was cool. Now he has HIV too
For me, it was when I went to go visit my pops at the Ebony Motel (crack head haven) on 112th and 7th ave.
I was outside my car talking to my pops who had just came home from a bid and was in rehab when this dude started ice grilling me crazy from across the street.
I remember just grilling him right back, but then was like let me chill, and continued talking to pops and thats when the dude crossed the street and checkedme out before saying to my pops "Yo if you need anything you know you come to me"
My pops told him that I was his son and not a dealer stealing a custy and thats when these dude tried to extend his hand, but I couldnt stand the situation Iwas in because pops was a crackhead. Had I reacted I probably would have got shot, and my pops would have still been on crack so I figured that I should justleave and thats when I stopped giving a %#@# about a bunch of things ...
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Originally Posted by kidposite
What is that from?
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finding my dads porn stash
internet porn def helped propelthings
internet porn def helped propelthings
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watching my mom go from a halfway house back to prison when i was 8 cuz we didn't hear the phone ring when her PO called.. %%+@ the system
