How did you grow up?

I grew up in a russian death camp. It was a fight for survival out there. Kids vs. kids, teenagers vs. kids. Fucking brutal. When I was 7, I decided to get the fuck out of there. Slashed a few necks, stabbed a few niggas. I pretty much did some assassin's creed shit and made it to moscow without getting caught. It also helped that I robbed the shit out of the prick running that camp. With enough money in my pocket, I made to america. Was raised by some other russians who welcomed me into their homes. I learned about vodka and shit.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it. When I was 18 I went to evil medical school. At age 25 I took up tap dancing. I wanted to be a quadruple threat: an actor, dancer....and here I am today.

I got kicked out of preschool for hitting other babies. It was then I was considered a threat to other kids and was classified as emotionally disturb. In this special school they sent me to, it was full of "violent kids" and the teachers were allowed to put their hands on us. If you acted bad you would get pushed to the ground, get a knee in you back and arms wrapped behind your back. If you would still fight, they would lock you in a "bubble room" with a heavy steel door and with no lights for 2 hours minimum.

This continued until I was 13 and was considered not to be like all the rest of the kids, while all the other kids were in gangs and fighting and get kicked out of class and restrained and locked in the dark room, I would stay quiet and do all my work. I had excellent grades and behavior and it was then I was considered normal and didn't belong there. I was test by them send me to a normal middle school for half a day and if I didn't get into any trouble or fail any course, I was allowed to go to a normal school. Needless to say I passed and went to a normal school like I always wanted to. I was overweight though and got picked on. I joined the football and wrestling team and by the end of the year, I was one of the strongest freshmen and lost all my fat. I then started to become a delinquent, skipping class, getting suspended and starting fights. By the end of sophomore year, I realized I was destroying everything I worked for. I calm down junior and senior year, and joined the weight lifting club and broke the 1000 pound club for bench press, squats, and deadlift by the beginning of junior year. I graduated and headed for college. I am currently 19.

Edit: I answered truthfully, idk about anyone else.

I was beaten.

Beating children.

It sort of just happened really.

You must have been beaten a lot, then.

For me, meh. I don't even remember most of my childhood up to the age of 13 or something.

"I was born a poor black child."

this thread is about to be filled with sob stories about fucked up childhoods.

I can honestly say I grew up in a boring home with boring things happening all the time...

Though to other people it might seem a little less boring...

Grew up with just my mom. She was weird about rules, and allowed me to do things I wouldn't expect any other parent to allow their child to do.

Examples: She allowed me at 15-17 to sleep over at my (now ex) boyfriends house - assuming his mom was paying attention. She let me stay up late on school nights. She'd even let me skip school days. She let me go to Canada at 18 to go hang out with a bunch of people I knew online. She let me move in with a guy I met online 800 miles south of here at 19.

However, it wasn't that she was uncaring - it was basically, if I did what I was supposed to, and my grades didn't drop - I could be pretty much leash free. But if I started getting myself in trouble, or not doing the chores I had to do - then it was hell on earth.

That woman could punish you if she wanted to, but she basically allowed me to be my own adult as long as I made right decisions.

When she wasn't weird about me moving in with Fpod I finally cracked and asked her "Shouldn't you be... not as approving of this move?" and she basically told me I hadn't once given her a reason not to believe in my judgment.

Though that's not to say we never fought or anything, my mom and I are 2 very different people. If we're around each other too long, we end up at each others throats all the fucking time. But despite that I can't say I hate my childhood at all, and I think she did a great job raising me.

Wow Ziggy, your mom sounds like a really good one. :D

Joke in my last post aside, I was raised pretty well. Super spoiled, and in the eyes of all I meet now, a typical rich kid.
Traveled the world for vacations, got things I needed, had a great education.
Though at the time I didn't think much of my life as my other friends were either the same station or higher. Wish I had not taken a lot of it for granted, now, as the parents are splitting up and money's not as great as it used to be.

So that's my poor-little-rich-girl story. Oh, also: all girls catholic school from pre-k through 12th grade.

For most of my childhood I was just raised by mum, my nan and my aunt (well I wasn't raised by my nan and aunt but I also lived with them and they cared for me so yeah hah). I lived all three of them for quite a while so obviously I had question's about who my dad was and stuff.

It was around when I was 8 I found out I had half-sisters, which was a pretty weird experience, so I slowly began to learn more about my dad.

I was quite sad about the whole not having a dad thing as a kid but now I've grown up I'm not bothered by it at all, I'm lucky I was raised by and cared for by such caring people and I'm glad that my dad was at least there for my sister's.

It's not something I dwell on any longer now though, plus there are people out there who have much worse childhood's than mine so I try not to make the whole dad thing a big deal, it was more of a interesting and mysterious part of my childhood :P

I got a stepdad when I was around 12 and he wasn't a dickish one, he's still with my mum now so I get on with him fine. It was a pretty average normal childhood, despite my mum had me at a very young age she raised me well so no sob story to give here.

I had a pretty good childhood considering my father abandoned me at a young
age and beat my mom. I consider my grandpa my father because he taught me everything
my dad did not and gave me everything I needed.
My mom and I always got along so I have never had a problem with her.
My dad I have only seen on and off for the past 10 years but now
I don't think I'll see him again, But that is good for him because after my mom told me
everything he did to her when I was young. I was very angered by this so the next
time I see him I am going to put him in the hospital because of it. And because I
never see are hear from him I'll never meet my little sister [insert loli incest joke].
But yes my childhood was filled with lolipops, puppies and rainbows.
Theirs just alot of dark secrets my mom kept from me when I was too young to understand.

I don't want to say I've had a rough childhood because all lot of people have had even worse things happen to them. And so this is how my childhood pretty much was like.

every things was good untill I was 6. On the day before my birthday (May 10) my dad died of a heart attack. After that we sold the house and got another one in this small town. a few months go by when my mom meets this one guy at church. they start to date for while untill one day we moved in with him. (he had a big house because his previos family left him)

everything was just dandy. another year goes by and my mom marries this guy and when my mom was pregnant with my little sis that is when he first hit her (it was over some krispy kream donunts) after that evrything sorta went down hill.
He would yell and beat my mom and me mom and tell me that I was going to hell when I die because I was a worthless lazy stupid shithead ( I was 7-8 and very religous so this hit me very hard).

So after a few suicide attemts from my mom, me getting blamed for them, many school transfers, shitty grades, lots of bruises, and a kitten we finnnaly decide to try and leave this bastard. after that things got better. Mom unfortunatly didn't see it like that. the bastard got my little sister in the devorce and my little brother went to his real dad and we have been moving to a new house every year for a while now. and my moms health isn't so great ether. she has a lot of sezuires. She is all so deathly afraid of large crowds of people (more than 3 people in a room she doesn't know and she goes into a panic attack and we spend antoher night in the hospital)

Well....

i grew up pretty much with a strict mother and father. was a problem child in my elementary years and was called "Vandal" because of the fights i would spark that would escalate into inter classroom vendettas during lunch time. wanting me to change, i spent three months in my paternal grandfather's home and there my uncle introduced me to level 3 pain of being struck by an arnis stick if i didnt do well. got my good side from my maternal grandmother and the old man himself. i wouldnt be surprised if some of my old classmates would call me vandal if we had a reunion.

Try to condense this.

Parents divorced when I was three. Mom met step dad (Got lucky there, he's a great person. Coulda got stuck with an asshole as a step-dad, seen it happen a lot.) we moved to Ohio, lived there for 10-11 years or so, moved back to Washington for a year, then back to Ohio.

I went down to Texas to live with my dad for a year (good times), then up to Illinois cause I was in the Navy, got hurt, now out of the Navy, living in Pennslyvania.


Good childhood, never was without something I needed (Food, shelter, etc) And actually usually had things the other kids were jealous of. Messed around in school thanks to the glory of the internet. Still managed to graduate.

Now I'm just working in a basic third shift job to make some money until I decide what to do. Be it college or what have you.

I had a good chilhood, nothing of interest to say though