Childhood moments that scarred you for LIFE....

[Solitude1]

We all have that certain memory that definately helped shape the person we are today. Whether they are bad or good is your choice of course. But then we have those weird things that happened when we were young which led to say...us being downright disturbed.

Well anyway, you read the title so list em' here.

Here's mine:

- 9 yrs old, walked in on my mother and her boyfriend...(shudders) I thought it was my lil' sister bouncing on the bed... :sweat:

-7 yrs old, I was spending the night at my uncle's house. He wanted me to watch something on TV to keep me contained. So he suddenly pops in this video in the VCR entitled "Scarface"....needless to say I stayed awake and watched it all....only to stay in my bed holding myself tightly. I was too afraid to go to sleep. And as of now, I still feel uneasy around chainsaws...

- 11 yrs old, I saw one of my dogs get run over. The driver didn't even stop. :mad: It didn't scar me per se, but I didn't want to be around dogs for quite a while. :(

I think that's it for me, anyone else?

Later.

[Catlover]

- I used to set up front in my mothers Van and my little brother who was just a baby would set in the back when we went anywhere. (Needless to say, I'm old enough to set up front now) My mother left her keys and purse in the back when she got out. I was in a habbit of pressing the lock button and not knowing the keys were in the back, I locked it. My mother comes around to open the door and to her suprise finds out it's locked. The worst thing about this was it was the middle of a hot summer day in Georgia. We got a little help from the Kroger employes who called the police and an locksmith. The policeman who arived did little to help because he said it would be aginst the policy of the local police department to try to breakin to the car. :mad: The locksmith got there two hours later after a really nice guy passed by broke the window in the back hatch and got my brother out.

- Because of what happend above, I became really overprotective of my brother. One time at some shop in a Zoo, I was holding my little brother's hand, but he went over to my father. Out of habit, I reached down to grab a hand, and when I did I looked down to tell my brother something, but instead of it being my brother, it was some little kid who looked up and smiled at me. This has happend to me two times, so now my and my bro have a secret password thing going.

- Back when I was three years old, my family had HBO. This was back during the time Tales from the Crypt was on. The Crypt Keeper scared me to death. For some reason this soon became my fathers favorite show, and every time it came on I would hide behind a chair, put my hands over my ears, and cry as hard as I could. As I grew up, I still kept my fear of that show and it's host, and I still have it to this day. Anytime I hear a song that sounds remotly simular to the theam song, I break out in chills and can't go to sleap for a long time.

[Mackenzie Rainelle]

Age 5- Having just been exposed to 'Child's Play' by my older cousins and scared senseless, my unknowing mother gave me a Teddy Ruxpin that turned out to have a factory defect that caused it to talk in a slow, deep, creepy voice and start playing whenever it had a tape in its belly, no matter what button you pushed. I haven't gone within' 50 of a Teddy Ruxpin or a Chucky doll since, although I'm not really scared of the movies anymore.

[TimTwoFace]

When I was 14, I just watched BATMAN: MASK OF THE PHANTASM for the first time on video. Being the big Bat-fan everyone here knows I am, I absolutely loved the movie. I liked it so much, that it changed my life in a way. The ending was so dark, depressing, and downright morbid that it set me on a path that would later become what I HOPE my career will entail: a writer of dark, violent, twisted stories. :)

I'm just little a ray of sunshine. :D

-Tim

[Pyro]

I think I was two, and I was a daycare. The daughter of the woma who ran the daycare was watching "Thriller" with all us kids in the room. To this day I am still afraid of Michael Jackson. And it's only gotten worse.
I have had more important damaging moments, but I'd rather not speak of them.

[Mike Spartz]

9 years old - I got caught, by some security guards, stealing some toys from a supermaket. They called my mom in and the gaurds to me that if I was ever cuaght again, I would face a prison term in Jevenialle hall. Needless to say I never stole again in my life. To this day, I can't still remember that shocked and saddened experession my mom had when she first found out.

Around 6 I had a tramatic experiance with my grade one teacher. She forced my to write with my right hand however I was left handed. After this incident, I had a stuttering prolbem for a long time. I still stutter a little today.

[Mike Spartz]

Oh forgot one, I had a childhood friend who had a german sheperd dog for a pet. I guess he didn't train him very well because every time I came over he barked and lashed out at me. One time, when we were playing a guy came over and tried to pet the dog. The dog lashed out and almost bit his hand. From that time onward I've had a fear for big dogs.

[The Guard]

Traumatic experiences?

When I was five, I was feeding the ducks at the pond behind our house. I bent down to hand one of them an extremely large piece of bread, and the damn thing bit me. If you've never been bitten by a duck, it's quite comical. They hang onto your hand, like in the cartoons, even when you try to shake them off. To this day I still think ducks are the cutest little things.

My best friends and I used to wrestle a lot. One day that progressed to a game we called "Throw Dave down the stairs". Actually, everyone was going to do it, but after I did it, no one wanted to. The game involved tying me into a chair with lengths of clothesline and bicycle chain, and "sliding" the chair down the basement stairs. There's just one problem. Chairs down slide. They tend to roll over and over and bump quite a bit. It made me leery of being tied into chairs and being pushed down the stairs. Which didn't matter, because they did it anyway. By the end of the first week of it I was Houdini. I could get out of chains and ropes before the chair had gone to the bottom.

I don't know if it counts as childhood, but when I was rappelling with my Boy Scout troop when I was 14, the person holding the rope "ballet" something or other lost his grip and I fell off the hundred foot cliff I was descending. I plummeted a good 30 feet before someone caught the rope. It was great fun. In fact, it was so much fun that I kept letting myself fall after that. That began my lifelong affair with swinging around on ropes in high places. Wait, that wasn't traumatic at all. It was fun.

[Pyro]

Oh I forgot one. It didn't scar me for LIFE, just for a while. Here's how I remember it: When I was little (maybe 4), I went to a camp to learn how to swim. I didn't know how, and I didn't how to breathe underwater so I hated it. One day we were all out by the pool and they showed us life jackets. Someone volunteered me to try it out, and before I knew it, everyone was chanting my name and they threw me in the pool! It was terrible. Time seemed to stop and I couldn't breathe. I eventually came back up because of the life jacket, but it was a horrible experience. I had quit the camp after that, but I learned to swim about 3 or 4 years later. I know how to swim now, and am not afraid of the water, but for some reason, I love the fact that I can float on my back.

[Terminatah]

When I was 14, I just watched BATMAN: MASK OF THE PHANTASM for the first time on video. Being the big Bat-fan everyone here knows I am, I absolutely loved the movie. I liked it so much, that it changed my life in a way. The ending was so dark, depressing, and downright morbid that it set me on a path that would later become what I HOPE my career will entail: a writer of dark, violent, twisted stories. :)

I'm just little a ray of sunshine. :D

-Tim

Traumatic experiences?

When I was five, I was feeding the ducks at the pond behind our house. I bent down to hand one of them an extremely large piece of bread, and the damn thing bit me. If you've never been bitten by a duck, it's quite comical. They hang onto your hand, like in the cartoons, even when you try to shake them off. To this day I still think ducks are the cutest little things.

My best friends and I used to wrestle a lot. One day that progressed to a game we called "Throw Dave down the stairs". Actually, everyone was going to do it, but after I did it, no one wanted to. The game involved tying me into a chair with lengths of clothesline and bicycle chain, and "sliding" the chair down the basement stairs. There's just one problem. Chairs down slide. They tend to roll over and over and bump quite a bit. It made me leery of being tied into chairs and being pushed down the stairs. Which didn't matter, because they did it anyway. By the end of the first week of it I was Houdini. I could get out of chains and ropes before the chair had gone to the bottom.

I don't know if it counts as childhood, but when I was rappelling with my Boy Scout troop when I was 14, the person holding the rope "ballet" something or other lost his grip and I fell off the hundred foot cliff I was descending. I plummeted a good 30 feet before someone caught the rope. It was great fun. In fact, it was so much fun that I kept letting myself fall after that. That began my lifelong affair with swinging around on ropes in high places. Wait, that wasn't traumatic at all. It was fun.Unless a bear happened to be eating your parents at the time, the above posts don't count.

-Terminatah

[Jedigreedo]

I guess I'd have to say my most scarring moment was when I saw my Grandpa die of a heart attack right in front of me. I was playing with a friend then we heard a loud thud, I came into the living room to see my Grandpa laying down on the floor in shock or something. Since then I've never really felt anything like when a pet died. It's just death...

[Floydian Slip]

when i was five i pissed my dad off, so he "rewarded" me by showing me alien. granted i love the movie now, but it took me a good 6 years to be able to face it again cause it scared the piss out of me.

[Boy Wonder]

Opening the car door at 50 MPH. That will scar as well as burning my finger in a pot of boiling water.

[Thundercleese]

-When I was 5 i was the victim of a prank call. Not a harmless one, though. They told me they knew where I lived and they were on their way to the house to kill me. I hid in my closet for at least 2 hours until my mom found me.

-A long time ago I posted in a thread that my house had poltergeist(which, again, I swear to god is true. They're gone now though, which is definetely a good thing). Some of the things that happened were definetely scarring. One night during an ice storm I was alone in the basement and the ice storm made the power go out. It was pitch black and I could here things falling of the shelves. Aww man, it was terrifying.

[Crystalfox0]

Let's see......

-6 years old: A guy came to pick up his kids at the daycare I was at, only there was a restraining order against him from being anywhere around his kids or ex. When the teacher at the front dest refused to get his kids he beat the **** out of her, another teacher, and his ex when she arrived. He did this in front of my classroom. *shudders* I don't think I've ever see so much blood in one area since. Thankfully he never permitted in my state ever again, since now he has a statewide restraining order.

-9 years old: My 4th grade teacher was mentally abusive to me. She would give me F's for the same work that the other kids would get A's in, give me detentions for the stupidest reasons like I left my homework at home, and she would always tell me that I wasn't smart enough to be in 4th grade. The final thing was she called social services on my dad claiming that he beat me and broke my arm, which was all out lie. Thankfully she got fired the next year.

-12 years old:My school was about a mile away when the Columbine tragedy happened. Our school went into complete lockdown. We couldn't go anywere with the exception of the bathroom one an hour and nobody told us why. It wasn't untill they let us go home that we found out what happened.

-14 years old: My cousin Adam was born and made medical history being the first baby ever to be born with specific genetics creating a huge medical contraversy. If you want the whole story go here. http://my.webmd.com/content/Article/28/1728_62007.htm?printing=true
By the way Molly is going to be 9 in 2 days and is doing very well, Adam is a hyper little 2 year old, and they have a new sister who is disese free named Delaine.

I think that's it. At leats all the big ones.

[Lunacat]

Man, it is sad but I have quite a few:

9 years old: Me and my family were at some park festival thing for the heck of it one day. Anyway, I was hanging around with my older sister when she suddenly runs off. I of course follow her because I don't want to get lost. Suddenly a bunch of people are yelling at me. It is only after I catch up with my sister and the rest of my family that I find out that I was running in an area where a hot air balloon was going up and I was really close to having my legt are arms snapped off because of the rope. @_@ I blame it on my sister but man was that scary.

5 years old: I had just moved and was starting kindergarten. The teacher always helped all the kids on to their buses. It was about 10 minutes in to the ride that I realized the teacher put me on the wrong bus. I was so scared because I had just moved to that city and didn't really know where my house was.

11 years old: Me and my sis were playing outside. We have a bunch of trees in our backyard so she decides to climb one. All of a sudden she falls out of the tree and lands on the ground in a weird way. I called her name a few times but she didn't respond so I totally freaked out and ran in to the house to call 911. Few seconds later she comes in laughing saying it was a joke. :moon:

12 years old: Went to the mall with my family around Christmas time. We were just getting out of the car when some guy comes up out of no where and asks us to give him money. He wouldn't leave and he was slowly inching himself in to the car. I was really freaked that he had a gun or something...luckily he didn't though and we got out ok.

[Conekiller]

3 years old : Saw Never ending story in theatres, first time I had ever been to a theatre too. The Oracle "seeing right thru you" scene scared the crap outta me and I always ran past statues for a few years. At the end when Fantasia is destroyed I trully felt the world had crumbleds around me.

Young: Nickelodeon would show some British movies on weeken afternoons, one of them involved a memory/color game (similar to Simon) but when it was mastered the player would be adbucted. not necesarilly by aliens, just mysteriously abducted. the ending of the movie had the main kids father desprately playing the game so that he could be abducted too to meet up with his previously neglected son. I refused to play simon for YEARS.

8: My grandparents were killed by a drunk driver. Since that day I have sworn to myself to never drink . Just as well, I don't like the flavor of alcohol anyway.

[Sailor Chibi Otaku]

3 years old: saw the hole in my brother's face when a family friend's dog bit him. Ever since then, I've HATED dogs with a passion. Not only that, I get really upset when someone talks about what happened to him. I start bawling. I can't think about it, speak about it or hear it because I will lose it.

5 years old: my uncle dragged me under the water in his pool. 18 years later, I still can't venture into deep water.

[Will Sturnick]

- In first grade (April of '94, I believe) so I was 6. I was over the house of some friends of the family. And we were watching the movie "Tales from Darkside", I was freaked. Must've been the mummy coming to life killing people or the cat the strangled people and walked into their mouths or the woman turning into a gargoyle and killing people that did it. For the longest time I was extremely paradnoid around cats, and at night I was afraid I'd wake up to find a cat on my face or to a mummy pulling out my brain with a close hanger.

- There's a local legend about a "White Lady". In which some woman's daughter was killed in the woods of some local park (Durand Eastman to be precise) and woman went insane or something and ended up killing herself and she apparently still walks around the woods and kills anyone who's been mean to girl. Even though wasn't mean to girls (mostly) I was afraid that if I ever entered those woods the White Lady would stalk me untill she killed me. To this day I have never entered those woods, and never plan to. Despite the fact I know it's an old wives tale.
- In seventh grade, I had a hard time socially. I made some friends who ended up spreading rumors about me, old friends who ended up spreading rumors about me. So ever since then I haven't been very trusting. I wonder if anyone really likes me (family and friends excluded), I think they all mock me or just plain hate me. And I also have a life long distrust of certain people (Becky Sweet mainly).

[Nightflower]

Hmm....okay. I've had a few nasty teachers, got sexually harassed by a middle-aged crazy-looking man last year, got caught in a few fights, but I'm just going to list the ones that really affected me, as opposed to the most spectacular ones. :)

At seven, my dad died from stomach cancer.

Later at seven, I got a really nasty bout of scarlet fever and had to be taken to the hospital. I don't really remember anything about it, but my mom says I was unconscious, so I'll just take her word for it. :P

In eighth grade, I was basically ostracized by the majority of my class for the usual stupid reasons. I wasn't very athletic. I was small for my age (I'm still small), and because of some stupid metabolism/genetic reasons (Which is also why I'm small), I went into puberty pretty late. I was a brain. See, I went to a middle school where there was almost no variety of people; people actually tried less in school so that they wouldn't get picked on for being smart! I don't think any of them did it for personal reasons- they were just stupid kids. But it was still a pretty hard time.

In tenth grade, this girl decided I was her arch nemesis and went out to make life as miserable as possible for me. So this was a case of personal hatred. She did all the typical things: rumor starting, whispering behind the back to my friends, doubting every single thing I did or say. I wish I said something about it now, but it's very hard to know what to do in that situation when you're in it.

I used to be involved pretty heavily in piano - as in, I used to be in at least ten or more concerts and recitals a year. I've gotten a few scholarships and a trophy one time. Hated it though. :)
Anyway, in tenth grade, I had to play a concerto in a competition. A concerto is when there is a solo piano player (Or violinist or whatever the type of the concerto is) with an orchestral accompaniment. It was about thirty pages, had to memorize it, including some of the orchestral bits, so that I'd know when my cues were.

To make a long story short, I got through half of it all right. Then I forgot what came next... and stopped entirely. And you know, I'm not alone. The orchestra came screeching to a halt too. And you know, there's an audience, of course. :P They tried to get me started again by playing a few bars before where I was supposed to start playing, but I could absolutely not remember. I finally stood up, walked off stage, went to the judge and asked for my book. Took my book, went back to the piano, and finished playing it. Well, at least I didn't run off crying or something, but I did get disqualified. :P I used to have absolutely no problem performing in front of an audience, but I've had severe stage fright since then - I can't even give a presentation in front of a class without stammering.

[czyznyck99]

When I was four, a girl beat the snot out of me. It was after picture day. I refuse to have a girlfriend (or any relationship with the opposite sex) for that reason, and that reason alone. I don't hate women, but I sure as hell won't be trusting them anytime soon. Men are worse, most of the ones I had to encounter were bullies and sociopaths.

Later.

[Outlander00]

Despite what you guys think of me :p

I have problems trusting people at first, even people close to me at times. I was picked on a lot as a kid, even by people who I considered friends. Even in Junior High and High School, everytime I trusted someone I was let down... And I am not talking about anything small, but big stuff. Needless to say I was scarred enough to having a hard time trusting people, always feeling the need to rely on myself or distrust others.. Even if I run myself down and get sick in the process.