whupdedo wrote: » I had a great childhood, holidays twice a year, somewhere different every time,great time at school, no bullying, was a school football genius and that means serious poontang off young impressionable woman, parents were willing to make every effort to provide opportunities and help us make the correct decisions in life and all too often put our interests before any of theirs, sometimes to their own inconvenience and detriment
Grand Moff Tarkin wrote: » With all the sad stories it was nice to be something funny. Main point- "Don't be a killjoy"
Electric Sheep wrote: » Cultural reference flew right over your head I guess.:pac:
TheDoc wrote: » Pretty good for me by all accounts. My grandparents had a big hand in my upbringing as my parents both worked. They would pick me up from school, and I've spend the day watching old war and cowboy movies with my Grandad. He was a chef years gone by, so would make amazing lunches and dinners for me ( I blame them for my fatness ) Around football time, maybe midweek matches during winter, or champions league, I'd just stay over the night, watch the football with my Grandad and he would drop me to school next morning. Good times and great memories. Watching the epic Liverpool vs Newcastle 4-3 match was a fond memory. It as also used as a technique by my folks as punishment, they knew I loved staying over watching football so it would be a method to make me behave My parents worked hard to give me every opportunity. By no means wealthy, my father came from a pretty deprived background but an example from his parents of them working hard to provide took its shape in him. Both parents worked incredible overtime to provide for holidays, christmas and give me a great childhood. As I grew up in the advent of gaming, my Da took an active interest. He'd sit and watch me play my SEGA megadrive, then moving onto the Playstation, but over time would get actively involved. Who doesnt remember one taking top and one taking bottom on Streets of rage, but I did it with my Da As I got older, he bought the first family PC. While he sold it as an "educational tool" I was well wise he had seen what PC games could do, and wanted in on the action. He let me in on the plan and we bought our first PC. To keep up the sharade, he bought a number of educational software, that encylopedia discset. However he told me to go get two games I wanted, and one specifically he wanted, while he distracted her with the washing machines:D Unreal tournament and Theme hospital I picked, as my Da wanted Shogun total war. Wasn't long before I had bought my own PC, and as both of us were playing PC games, we started looking into broadband. Plenty of times where we had falling outs, and I didn't speak to my mother for along time, but now I'm older I appreciate I was a times pretty ungrateful and took them for granted. When I look back I was one of the first people to get a PC, internet, always on broadband, HD TV, so much technology stuff I had an interest in. And all because my Da, a postman, worked so much overtime to provide those things for me. And my mother, admin in a hospital doing the same. Definitly some major regrets, one of which was being maybe nicer and more appreciative of what was done for me. My parents weren't hard asses' they were fair on reflection, but pushed me to do well in school, to have the opportunities they never had, like college. Ended up being the first in my extended family to go through college, and set a precedent really for cousins and stuff behind me to follow suit
RayM wrote: » It was pretty tough. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down the mill, and pay the mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
Cupcake_Crisis wrote: » Brilliant, if a little sheltered. I never wanted for anything, hence why now...I want everything.
jimgoose wrote: » Yeah, I've one of them as well - the little wagon got everything bar a batin'.
MiloDublin wrote: » I always though my childhood was OK until later on after I learn to think critically. Then the trouble started. Depression, low confidence, lack of direction, therapy blah blah blah.. I google 'adult children of' and then it will promp so I can tick off 'alcoholics', 'narcissists', and 'divorce'. Keanu Reeves said you need a license to drive but nobody checks if you can be a parent.
Hande hoche! wrote: » 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 fifteen 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. Some times 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 fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Belle E. Flops wrote: » Had a great childhood in the 90s. Parents were and still are always there for myself and my brothers. Spent my childhood climbing, jumping and falling off trees and walls, making 'dens', inventing games with my neighbours, having hurling/football/soccer matches during the summer where the whole family and the neighbours would play. They were epic. I only have fond memories of my childhood.
FudgeBrownie wrote: » Please write a book. I'll sponsor you to.
Adamantium wrote: » She smiled. I was 4. The year was 1995. That was impossible.
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