COMMENTS:
Voted : Abusive
My home life was abusive, insane, hell, sad, and stressful. When my brothers and I were away from my parents, even if we were just playing in the yard or at school, it was the total opposite. We were happy, carefree and fun.
Voted : Polarized
A lot more highs and lows compared to my adult life so far.
Voted : Lonely
When neither of your parents really ever gave a damn about you...
Voted : Normal
It's been relatively normal so far. Maybe a bit too normal. I need something FUN to happen godammit.
At least I can say it isn't stressful or abusive.
mine was loving
Voted : Happy
same with my adult life
Voted : Carefree
Carefree! Oh, how I wish those times would come back!
^ I know, I remember when I was 5 and I didn't know how to tie my shoes yet, that was my biggest worry.
Voted : Happy
I had a good happy childhood.
Voted : Happy
very.
It's so sad and surprising when you look at the number of people who say Abusive.
Voted : Confusing
My parents acted very weird to me. One time, I asked my Dad if I could have one of the old saxophones in his music store. He gave it to me. I practiced that saxophone in the living room every night after dinner for about a year. I would excuse myself from dinner and practice while the rest of the family finished their deserts. Where I practiced was adjacent to the dining room where everybody was. I practiced long and LOUD. I even became able to play real music. One evening around that time, Dad said to me, “I’m going to have to take the saxophone back. You obviously never wanted it in the first place. You’ve never even played it once.” I felt like I was in a bad dream. I told him that I practiced the saxophone in the living room every single night for a year and asked him how he could not have seen me doing it or HEARD me. He just stared at me and took the saxophone back. I felt utterly depleted and defeated.
This is only one of many odd incidents in my childhood. My childhood led me to have this deam more than once: I'm in a horse race and I win. Everybody comes over and congratulates the person who came in second place. I tell them that I came in first place, that I won. Nobody is even aware that I am there.
I know this dream is about my childhood.
Voted : Underrated
I wish I'd figured out then how good I had it. Had some problems of self-confidence and loneliness.. but doesn't everybody? My folks were great and died way too young.
My mother was psychologically unstable, angry, and emotionally abusive. My dad was not strong enough to deal with this. In short, it sucked big time, and I took the brunt of my mother's craziness.
Voted : Wild
Mine was wild, it was just...wild. Being moved to one house to the next, partying alot...alot of just doing whatever we wanted with no discipline and my dad was never there, so i'd have to say wild! We just ran wild!
Voted : forgettable
Literally. I have almost no memories. There must not have been anything worth remembering. It must have been very unremarkable and unstimulating, boring. Too bad.
Voted : Hazy
Mostly bland and uneventful, I guess. It seems as though I almost didn't exist. Almost no memories. It must have been very boring. I wonder what it would have been like, having a regular childhood (whatever that means)?
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