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    I don't remember what my mom and I were talking about the other day but she brought up this story that I had totally forgotten about.

    I was 4 years old and we were at one of my parent's friend's house. Well my mom, me and this little girl who was probably about 2, were in this guy's bedroom. My mom kept playing with this little girl and I was getting jealous (only child syndrome!) and I happen to open up this guy's dresser drawer and found a gun. I picked it up and pointed it at the back of my mom's head and said "Put that baby down!" Well she turns around and she's looking down the barrel, just terrified. She was really calm and told me to put it down and thankfully I listened! Turns out the gun WAS loaded and the safety WASN'T on. Wow. Scary huh?? I can't believe I had forgotten about that

    So anyone got any good stories about their childhood?

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    OMG! that's terrifying. you should never keep loaded guns easily accessible if you are going to have children over! If I was your mom I would have been PISSED at that guy. He is not a very responsible gun owner.

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    That is terrifying. My dad always had guns, but he kept them locked in the cabinent and the ammo locked up seperatly. But he also taught us how to shoot and handle a gun safely.

    My scary childhood memory is when I was I dunno, maybe around 4 I ws playing in my dads GTX. They were standing outside the car somewhere and I was pretend driving. That was before gearshifts had the locking mechanism where you need your foot on the brake to shift.
    Well, I shifted the car and it started to coast backwards towards this strip mine field. I remember my dad running towards the car and yanking me out and throwing the car into park.


    Another time, I was 2. I was chasing my cousin through the house and he ran outside, I reached for the screen door to catch it, but I missed and my hand went through the glass. I remember running through the house, I remember reaching for the door.....
    My dqad screamed at me to hold still and not pull my hand back, but it was just reaction, I pulled my hand back and the glass went into my wrist. I don't remember getting cut.

    At the hospital, I remember being strapped down to a board and what seemed like a brillo pad being used to scrub out my cut. I was cut from wrist to elbow. ( It was an iodine wash that I thought was brillo pad)
    I don't remember getting stitched. I remember my dad crying. I remember being carried out of the hospital.
    And when I got home I had a shiny new swingset waiting for me. I got 25 stitches and still have a huge nasty scar.

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    Quote Originally Posted by kaiarose View Post
    I don't remember what my mom and I were talking about the other day but she brought up this story that I had totally forgotten about.

    I was 4 years old and we were at one of my parent's friend's house. Well my mom, me and this little girl who was probably about 2, were in this guy's bedroom. My mom kept playing with this little girl and I was getting jealous (only child syndrome!) and I happen to open up this guy's dresser drawer and found a gun. I picked it up and pointed it at the back of my mom's head and said "Put that baby down!" Well she turns around and she's looking down the barrel, just terrified. She was really calm and told me to put it down and thankfully I listened! Turns out the gun WAS loaded and the safety WASN'T on. Wow. Scary huh?? I can't believe I had forgotten about that

    So anyone got any good stories about their childhood?
    OMG that is way scary! I'm already leary of guns and I sometimes wonder if maybe the amendment about the right to bear arms wasn't such a good idea(I think it's a bit outdated).

    I'm glad everything turned out okay though.

    Obviously you didn't know what you were doing when you were 4 yrs old. If anything, it is more the guy's fault for leaving his gun in such an easily obtainable place. Why not put it on the top shelf of a closet or somewhere a child cannot reach? Especially since they have a presumably very active 2 yr old in the house. WTF?? See, this is an example of one of the reasons I'm more for gun control.

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    Default I think it's a bit outdated

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    I was, like, six and we were living at the women's shelter. I took all the other little kids who were living there, like four of them all younger than me, and I was like, "let's run away." And we just walked away. They thought we'd all been kidnapped by some abusive husband/boyfriend, and all the cops in town were looking for us. I took some back roads and we got like two miles from the shelter before I decided it was safe to hitchike. I stuck out my thumb and I still remember this guy stopping and being like, "where y'all going?," just like I was a grown up. Luckily he took us to the police station.

    So the counselor at the shelter told my mom she had to spank to me. She came in and she gave me this speech about how what I had done was very dangerous and I had to understand how serious it was and so she was going to spank me. I was like, "fine, just go ahead and kill me. I know you want to." and she burst into tears and ran out of the room. It took a few hours and a lot of counselling for her to spank me.

    Another time I ran away when I was nine or ten. I'd just read Julie of the Wolves and I was going to go live in the wilderness. And I did, for almost two weeks in the middle of winter in Alaska before they found me.



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    Quote Originally Posted by Lena View Post
    I was, like, six and we were living at the women's shelter. I took all the other little kids who were living there, like four of them all younger than me, and I was like, "let's run away." And we just walked away. They thought we'd all been kidnapped by some abusive husband/boyfriend, and all the cops in town were looking for us. I took some back roads and we got like two miles from the shelter before I decided it was safe to hitchike. I stuck out my thumb and I still remember this guy stopping and being like, "where y'all going?," just like I was a grown up. Luckily he took us to the police station.

    So the counselor at the shelter told my mom she had to spank to me. She came in and she gave me this speech about how what I had done was very dangerous and I had to understand how serious it was and so she was going to spank me. I was like, "fine, just go ahead and kill me. I know you want to." and she burst into tears and ran out of the room. It took a few hours and a lot of counselling for her to spank me.

    Another time I ran away when I was nine or ten. I'd just read Julie of the Wolves and I was going to go live in the wilderness. And I did, for almost two weeks in the middle of winter in Alaska before they found me.
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    I remember one time during class in first grade, me and a boy named Greg were fondling each other (I had my hand down his pants and he had his hand under my dress) while the teacher was reading a story. The teacher saw us and freaked out and yelled "WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!"

    We both froze and said meekly "nothing..."

    So she sent us both to go sit in the hall for time out. We went right back to fondling each other until the bell rang.


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    My younger sister and I used to try to torture the boy that lived next door. We threw naked barbies over the fence into his yard and once gift-wrapped a training bra, put his name on the package, and stuck it in his mailbox. (I still wonder if his mom opened it first.)

    My younger sis and I also attempted to run away from home right in front of my dad, loudly discussing whether or not we should pack deodorant into our suitcases and how many pairs of underwear we might need. We just walked out the door and through the garage right past my dad. He thought it was a great joke until we continued to ignore him to the end of the driveway. He started yelling at us "If you go to the neighbors and embarrass me you won't be able to sit for a week!"

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    Quote Originally Posted by Kaylinn View Post
    That is terrifying. My dad always had guns, but he kept them locked in the cabinent and the ammo locked up seperatly. But he also taught us how to shoot and handle a gun safely.

    My scary childhood memory is when I was I dunno, maybe around 4 I ws playing in my dads GTX. They were standing outside the car somewhere and I was pretend driving. That was before gearshifts had the locking mechanism where you need your foot on the brake to shift.
    Well, I shifted the car and it started to coast backwards towards this strip mine field. I remember my dad running towards the car and yanking me out and throwing the car into park.


    Another time, I was 2. I was chasing my cousin through the house and he ran outside, I reached for the screen door to catch it, but I missed and my hand went through the glass. I remember running through the house, I remember reaching for the door.....
    My dqad screamed at me to hold still and not pull my hand back, but it was just reaction, I pulled my hand back and the glass went into my wrist. I don't remember getting cut.

    At the hospital, I remember being strapped down to a board and what seemed like a brillo pad being used to scrub out my cut. I was cut from wrist to elbow. ( It was an iodine wash that I thought was brillo pad)
    I don't remember getting stitched. I remember my dad crying. I remember being carried out of the hospital.
    And when I got home I had a shiny new swingset waiting for me. I got 25 stitches and still have a huge nasty scar.

    Ouch!

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    When I was 4 or 5 I remember secretly smoking one of my big sister's Marlboros in her bedroom. I didn't like the flavor so I put it out on the carpet.

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