How did you grow up?

LOOK AT ALL THESE FASCINATING TALES*. There are absolutely no personal boundaries on the internet. CLEARLY.

Somebody should really make a thread about "What was your first masturbation experience like?". AT WHAT ANGLE DID YOUR CUM FIRE FROM YOUR PENIS AND INTO YOUR EYE????? HOW MANY STROKES BEFORE YOU SHOT CUM INTO YOUR EYE???? DID YOU PUT YOUR BUSINESS INTO SOMETHING????? YOU KNOW: SHIT YOU WOULD REGALE PEOPLE WITH.

*Disclaimer:

Emotional blackmail and psycological abuse. my mother has major control isues she got from her mother*. mine is so afraid of losing control she used anything and everything to maintain control over me and my brother. my dad worked long hours, so it was usualy just her and us. i'm not complaining, in fact, i learned a lot about manipulation and 'handling' people.



*[size=10]granny was an alchy, and back then children were seen and not heard. i can see how it must have sucked to have the person in charge of your life be barely in control of their own.[/h]

was born in a petri box
then. . . all i can remember is my 17th burthday and now im 19
THE END

Wait, is this the same man who raised your dad? Because apparently he sucks at this whole parenting thing and you'll probably end up leaving your son and beating your wife.

To make a long story short... I come from the land of the ice and snow.

Well... I was born in a communist dictatorship, where I spent half of my life. At the age of 10 I "migrated" to the United States(where I currently live)only to find out that there is no real change in this so called "land of opportunity" and its actually pretty much the same shit, but instead of taking your freedom of speech like in my homeland.They just take all of your money :)

Growing up is pretty easy. You usally do it automatically. It's maybe even something which you can't avoid. I grow up pretty much like the other people here I guess. I can't even think of some other way to grow up.

I grew up in Spanish Harlem. Just another Latino kid with an afro. My mother was the only one who worked and my father never did much other than watch tv and drink for the latter part of my childhood. I can't remember when, but at some point, my father was detained and imprisoned for possession of a weapon and spent a good part of my infanthood in jail. When my father did come home, he and my mom argued often over him not having a job. It wasn't until I was twelve that we learned he was suffering from schitzophrenia. He would accuse the rest of the family of casting witchcraft on him and would do eccentric and unnerving things such as burning rubber on the stove, getting up in the middle of the night to look out the peephole in our apartment, etc. My mother was strict on me and my brother for most of my preteen years, and would make me and my brother kneel on rice whenever we did extreme things like fistfight or break something. In my teen years, I went to high school, developed a passion for speaking, my father was deported, my brother started shoplifting and going to raves and starting a bunch of shit in the house whenever we asked questions about his friends. Then he moved to Oklahoma for a few months to get his shit together. When He came back he was alot less bitter, I got into techno and legos, and most of my peers in school considered my mind to be that of a man in his mid-thirties rather than that of a teenager. I would also get a habit of speaking with a british accent whenever I was nervous, a habit I still mildly suffer from today. Those are my childhood and teen years in a brief enough summary.

grew up as a rich black kid in Alabama, both parents were in the military so they were kind of strict, there old too, so by the time i was a teen my dad was sixty, never spoiled, my neighborhood was full of old white people so spent most of my time playing videogames.

No siblings. Single mom. Doctor. Asshole dad. Got lied to saying he went to America. Found out Fourth Grade. Had doubts before then so wasn't a shock. Went to public schools for elementary and high school. Average grades. found out about hentai around fifth grade. Never turned back.

I grew up the underdog to my sister, with an up-tight "Pills fix everything" type mom and a policeman stepdad that were strict as hell, get straight A's you get praised, get a B you get smacked, was always the person people would try messing with back in elementary school up to sixth, for my childhood I can't really remember much of who I was, wasn't paying attention to that, but I do remember the few friends I did have in my neighborhood came to my house almost every day and we'd go out back and beat each other with bamboo sticks until they broke or someone cried, then we stopped for a little bit and started back up when they were done, with divorced parents and a mother I couldn't wait to get way from, legally switched my residence to my dads house at the age of twelve and started going to ghetto-er schools and actually fit in better than with most of the rich white kids, survived Ball High (Urbandictionary that), and became an adult.

My childhood, truth only

My brothers took turns raising me and I moved out early to stay with them after couch surfing for a while. I learned about everything early - drugs, philosophy, the work world, driving, fist-fighting, dating, and living Life in moderation. I grew up a happy kid who got into too much trouble, and I'm still that way.

Not too bad considering the circumstances. My parents divorced when I was like 2. I had major issues with my father from back then and still can't really get along with him for extended periods of time. I suppose maybe I was "over-protected" in some areas, which occasionally caused me to lash out a bit. Nothing else to talk about really.

tl;dr version: I got my ass beat for fucking around, I deserved it, I turned out okay.

Lemme think....My parents never married. I know there was abuse and dad hit me too and my sister. He was also in and out of jail. And I didnt see him much err...Im not sure when but he's in and out of my life. I live with my mom and her retarded(he's nice...=-=) boyfriend and I got a little sister from them and my dad started another family when I was errr....10 maybe? I dont know when he started dating but from there he gave me 3 sisters and on her side a little stepbrother (he's awesome kid his mom is a bit....@.@) and my sister started dating in middle school and she has 2 kids and me,her,my nieces,her guy,that dude, my mom and my little sister live together. Im fine. I just wanna get the fuck out.~xD

I grew up in an Asian family since I'm asian in a city called the "Gateway to Yosemite". There, I lived there until I was around 5 or something. We lived in a Ghetto neighborhood with gangsters crawling up everywhere. We moved to Sacramento and lived there for half a year? My mom and us kids would constantly get beat by my dad. He would tie 1 gallon of water to both of our arms and told us to hold them up with fire under our hand. If we were to even go down, the fire would burn us. Even if the fire didn't burn us, we would get whipped by a leather belt. We had to do that for around 30 minutes.

Soon after, he would abuse my mom so much that it was mess. Called the cops, da da da da da da, they took us back to the city where we previously lived. Da da da da da da.... divorced. Of course, all of us kids lived with our mom. So I grew up in a neighborhood known as "Ghost Town", a place where gangsters would constantly populate the place. As the name implies, the place has a lot of Ghost.

I went to elementary and middle school knowing and hanging with the Crips around the neighborhood. Good times, good times. Lots of things happened. Though I'm not gang related or anything.

Then we moved when I was a Junior in high school to a very quiet neighborhood. After moving, I wasn't very active anymore. I would just stay home and da da da da da...

Years later, here I am, typing this.

i grow up in small city, Karawang, West Java, Indonesia. Like most people in Indonesia, i was Muslim. i don't had any bad memories about my childhood. everyone was nice. No rasis in Indonesia.

Grew up downtown cosmopolitan city called Toronto. Asian parents, beat me when I was acting up, made me do math a grade ahead of what I was. At school got bullied for liking 2d characters. Don't remember a year of my life because of that or choose not to.

Lost a lot of weight before high school started, started playing sports (Badminton-> BJJ -> weightlifting -> basketball) had an anger problem. Got in a fight at school. Anger management. Made friends, did well in school, had first girlfriend, broke up. Going to university now still a Japanholic.

Life in a nutshell.

I grew up riding polar bears and hunting whales from the back of my seal.

To be quite honest, it was spent wrestling reindeer and being outside in general. Think "middle class america", and add wild animals and shit. Obvious jokes from Sisami about beastiality aside, we were outside when ever we could escape the confines of our home, whether it was in this "city", or out in the country chasing down reindeer, fighting bears bare knuckled.