Terrifying childhood story?
Posted by stopcallingmeSteve_@reddit | GenX | View on Reddit | 304 comments
Do you have a Gen X childhood story that terrifies your younger coworkers? I have a lot (head injury, all the classics) but this one comes to mind today because I learned that the friend it happened with dad died recently.
I went missing for like 2 days when I was about 11 (1983/4). We got lost in the woods, slept rough, ate berries, drank from streams, got stuck in a cave. Friday-Sunday, and the best part is when we got back no one was looking for us. Got in trouble cause I'd left my sweet Kuwahara BMX somewhere.
Told this at a get-to-know-you staff meeting and my colleagues are still horrified by it.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
After seeing Evel Knievel doing some stunts on TV - you know where this is going. We sent up a ramp aka a piece of plywood on 2 cinder blocks and decided to jump on our bikes.
Well since that was boring, we had to amp it up. Got some of my father's cologne, liberally sprayed it on the rear tire of my bike (Schwinn Stingray of course) lit it on fire and rode over the ramp while my brother took pictures with an instamatic.
Pretty sure that's about as genX childhood as you can get.
2old2Bwatching@reddit
As a child of the 70’s this makes me so happy. If my brother was still here, we’d be laughing our asses off reading this. Kids are missing so much now and will tell their kids about how they won a stupid fucking video game.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
It was a time that I have a feeling won’t be back.
suzyturnovers@reddit
Haha my now-husband and his friends put a ramp in the park beside the river, light their bikes on fire and then do stunts off the ramp into the river.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
Classic. Lol
suzyturnovers@reddit
His friend was also known for shooting flames out of the handlebars of his bike. He had them filled with lighter fluid and carried a zippo lighter to fire them up.
The_Dude_2U@reddit
Almost. There should have been at least 1 M80 in there somewhere.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
M80s were so commonplace I left that out…op wanted terrifying. Lol
Simone-Ramone@reddit
For what it's worth, that still impresses me today.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
When I think back on some of the stuff we did and honestly didn't think we were all that adventurous, it was fortunate that my Grandmother was a nurse but that we didn't break any more bones.
Simone-Ramone@reddit
We handled our own emergencies I guess. We used to rolkerskate squatting down on the gutter of the road and down insanely steep hills in Sydney. Not sure how we're still here.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
We would get 2 people on 2 skate boards and sit (think catamaran) and just fly down a hill to slide around a corner.
I think my brother still has small stones embedded in his shoulder over that one.
Simone-Ramone@reddit
Plenty of good ideas there for the nursing home
RegrettableBiscuit@reddit
Heh, fire is always good. We set little green army men on fire using alcohol fuel. One day, while doing that, a friend of mine poured more alcohol on the fire, the bottle was almost empty, the lit on fire, and spewed out a huge flame, burning his whole leg.
We carried him to his mom and told her he fell of the bike and scratched his leg on the asphalt.
She probably knew that wasn't true, but didn't gave enough of a fuck to figure out what really happened, and what we were doing.
stopcallingmeSteve_@reddit (OP)
We had the GI Joes with parachutes and stuck firecrackers inside them. Throw em up, arms pop off as they come down.
positivityseeker@reddit
We used to light everything on fire! Is this a generational thing?? My cousin and I would take hairspray and light the entire toilet bowl on fire. It was the best.
stopcallingmeSteve_@reddit (OP)
OMG the hairspray/WD40 flame thrower! Absolutely.
raerae1991@reddit
I had a group of friends who would sing “every thing is flammable, in its own way…”to the tune of “everything is beautiful” by Ray Stevens. It’s been 30 years and I still sing it in my head whenever I see fire.
https://www.google.com/search?q=Who+sings+everything+is+beautiful&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:08d8cd65,vid:mlwfGh-SVXw,st:0
VioletaBlueberry@reddit
Yeah, fire's cool. I think they did a better job keeping matches out of childrens' hands after us. Thanks Beavis.
megini@reddit
Did your parents ever tell you “if you play with matches you’ll wet the bed?” My mom did and that was literally the only deterrent. They were not going to put away their matches and lighters.
VioletaBlueberry@reddit
No! But I tried to use the stove as a toddler so they put the fear of fire into me.
SuzieChapstick13@reddit
I'm amazed my brother didn't burn the house down. He used to spray hairspray on the paved walk outside the house and light it on fire, burn paper towels in the sink, burn dryer lint. Of course I'm the one who got in trouble because I was two years old and "in charge".
megini@reddit
My brother and my best friend made an anarchy symbol on the driveway with zippo fluid and lit it. My mom came outside screaming my full name for “letting” them do it.
Sithstress1@reddit
I know it was a typo but “because I was two years old and ‘in charge’ “ made me cackle.
SuzieChapstick13@reddit
Haha lol yeah it was supposed to be “two years older”. But who knows with Gen X right?
Sithstress1@reddit
Exactly 🤣.
sherriechs87@reddit
Yep- my little brother (born ‘73) tried lighting Kleenex on fire and juggling them at three and made burn marks on our living room carpet.
Mickyfrickles@reddit
My friends and I figured out we could start a jet flame 100ft fire in a storm drain tunnel with a smaller tunnel leading up. We'd stuff the small tunnel with tumbleweeds and light em up. Lots of fireworks in that tunnel, too, with would occasionally catch the attention of the cops who would be shining lights into the storm grate up on the road.
RockChk71@reddit
I think that because almost everyone had a parent or parents who smoked, and smoked in the house, lighters and matchbooks were readily available EVERYWHERE in the house, so that they didn't have to go hunting for them when they wanted to light up. Hence we had incredibly easy access to them and usually one or two books of matches could go missing without notice.
Present_Dog2978@reddit
We used to make flame throwers with lysol and hairspray, and aimed them at each other. We just had to make sure to release the button before the flame crawled back to the can.
madtho@reddit
I think it was an every generation thing that ended with us.
angelenameana@reddit
🤘🏽🤘🏽♥️♥️
Rare_Pea3081@reddit
I think you might be my brother.
Cranks_No_Start@reddit
As crazy as that story sounds I’m pretty sure I would be a lot of people’s brother.
honeybeedreams@reddit
fuck yeah. we did crazy shit like this too. there was railroad land behind the houses across the street and we would pretty much live back there with our bikes. and then so other really crazy things. my mom asking my dad where all the camping boxes of wooden matches went….
Av8Xx@reddit
Absolutely true story. I was 8th grade, skipped school with another girl. We decided to walk to a different high school. Stopped at a convenience store and mt friend started talking to a man in a car. I thought she knew him. He said he would give us a ride. After we got in he came up with excuses not to go directly to the other school. At some point I got pissed. When stopped at another convenience store he gave me some money to go buy snacks. I said, “Comeon Rachel” and got out. I thought she got out after me. She didn’t. He took off out of the parking lot squeezing tires. I was shocked, didnt know what to do so I sat on the curb. They passed by once and my friend was laughing so I thought it was a joke. Then they disappeared for about an hour or so, I was worried. He drives back into the parking lot and Rachel gets out screaming before the car even stopprd. She tells me he took her out to the desert and tried to rape her but couldn’t get hard so he brutalized her. And we had to walk back to our school. I remember thinking I don’t know what to do I’m only a kid.
Later on the man was arrested and put in prison. After he got out he started killing. He turned into a serial killer and last I knew was on death row. I still hate myself for not making sure she got out with me. I was pissed and she was liking the attention he gave her. She had never met him even though their initial conversation lead me to believe she knew him.
DishpitDoggo@reddit
Who was he? God that is horrible.
Bobby_Globule@reddit
That's insane. That's like something from Investigation Discovery. You can't blame yourself, you were just a kid.
Av8Xx@reddit
Posting this got me thinking about it. I just downloaded a true crime tv episode of him. “Deaths in the Desert” from the series Mark of a killer. Haven’t watched it yet. But read his wiki this morning. His MO was exactly what happened to us. Thankfully our encounter was in 1980 so he hadnt started killing yet that they knew. We were 14 or 15.
reflibman@reddit
So I’m guessing the person was Ted Bunion.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Binion
Bobby_Globule@reddit
They never run out of stories, do they. I know of one pretty close to home too.
novachaos@reddit
Omg, that’s terrifying. Be kind to yourself - you were a kid and thought Rachel knew that man. How is Rachel today?
PeyroniesCat@reddit
I was not expecting to read that. That’s messed up.
Sparkyboo99@reddit
That’s horrible. Please don’t hate yourself, you were a CHILD!! You didn’t know any better. Sending you a big hug.
pghtopas@reddit
This is a living nightmare.
AzureGriffon@reddit
So scary! And I can absolutely see how this could happen. You mentioned the desert, what state was this in?
profcate@reddit
Omg! That’s awful. But you were also a kid and I can’t say I would have done anything differently myself due to fear and just being really immature and overly trusting.
Common-Mango-9387@reddit
My mum was coming off heroin and was off her head. We lived out of town and she picked me up at the bus stop after school, and as we were driving crazy fast she was screaming that she was gonna smash the car into a tree and kill us both. I honestly thought I was gonna die. From then on, I hate being a passenger in a car.
profcate@reddit
I wanted to take tap and ballet lessons.
My parents said no because I was really awkward (tall and lanky).
So they put me in MIME SCHOOL.
Jerkrollatex@reddit
I wanted to study theater in college. My mom refused to give me the information to get financial aid and tried to get me to go to clown college instead, BECAUSE IT'S FREE. Yeah, so I didn't go to college.
kimberletto@reddit
I assume you did not go to clown college? If that's correct, be glad; you dodged a bullet.
As someone who married a professional clown, I can assure you it's as embarrassing as you imagine it would be! He had a regular day job as well, so I thought his interest was a little odd, but harmless. Nope. Turns out I HATED it.
It was mostly embarrassment and cleaning oil make up out of sweaty plaid pants and polka dot jackets. And those clown shoes? They hold a LOT of stink. He was hooked on the attention and having an audience. There is a reason people don't like clowns. The second -hand mortification was real and intense. Didn't end well.
ABSOFRKINLUTELY@reddit
Wow. There's a novel in there somewhere.
Or a riveting documentary.
Thing practically names itself-
The Troubled Wives of Clowns
kimberletto@reddit
You know, maybe I should write it. So much fascinating info:
-Clown X's balloon animals were derivative and unoriginal. Clown Y's patter was too friendly and lacked that comedic snarkiness that everyone loves. Sponge nose or latex nose?
I could go on all day.
profcate@reddit
Well, if you had gone to clown school and with my mime skills we could have started a business. Or robbed banks. You amuse them while I quietly rob them blind.
Jerkrollatex@reddit
I did not go to clown college. I didn't even consider it honestly, physical comedy really wasn't my thing. I married a cheerleader, it's been frankly exhausting I can imagine clown is much worse. At least mine had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.
kimberletto@reddit
Sadly, mine did not. He maybe could have bounced one off his big, red nose. Not quite the same, more's the pity!
winediva78@reddit
I was in HS, 5' 9", and 110 lbs. I took a modeling class and was told by the instructor I would need to lose weight.
hippiechick725@reddit
Mine told me I was too fat.
honeybeedreams@reddit
my ballet teacher (miss fucking norma) told me in her french accent i couldnt be a dancer because my “derrière was too beeeg.” and she used to hit me with her cane. bitch.
Barbarossa7070@reddit
Miss Norma had a long back and was just jealous, huh?
honeybeedreams@reddit
idk, my queer self hated that uber feminine yet body loathing space. i couldnt get out of there fast enough.
Sorry_Nobody1552@reddit
Bitch is right. Dang, some people are horrible
honeybeedreams@reddit
she was. i hated her. but she was stuck teaching the girls of working class families in buffalo NY. miss norma wasnt much of a dancer either….
newdawn79@reddit
Ugh, I got told at the age of six that I'd never be a professional as my thighs were too big. Completely unsolicited, I only went to dance classes because my mom made me.
Icy-Dependent6908@reddit
Omg. Maybe we had the same teacher. She got made because I got hips!
QueenOfCrayCray@reddit
I’m sorry you had to go through that, but damn did this make me lol! 😂
MissionRevolution306@reddit
I took ballet and tap from age 2 to 13. We moved when I was 6, and in our new town there was a world-renowned ballet school. They took me to my first lesson and the owner told them they needed to put me on a diet. 😑 They removed me from the school and I took lessons from a lady from our new church lol. Years later my mom, an RN, was working at the local college where the elite ballet school held their summer sessions for kids from around the country, they lived in dorms. My mom was horrified that the girls would come into the health clinic several times a day to weigh themselves. You could see them walking around town in summer heat wearing sweaters to try and lose water weight. 😞
Serpephone@reddit
Ahhhh, the good ol’ days when people would make fun of you for being fat! /s
profcate@reddit
For dance lessons? I’m sorry that happened.
kritycat@reddit
Sweet Hesus H Christ on a bike I had just taken a huge hit, and now I'm coming with laughter LOL
I'm going to think about this comment for the rest of my life.
Perplexio76@reddit
Well they were raised in a generation where children were meant to be seen and not heard. So that tracks!
FindingLovesRetreat@reddit
If I had a $ for every time I heard that phrase come out of my mom's mouth, I would be rich.
profcate@reddit
Love your comment!
profcate@reddit
Love your comment! I wondered at one point if they put me in mime class to shut me up.
libbuge@reddit
I begged my lanky teen to take up tap dancing because I loved Tommy Tune.
rebel1031@reddit
That is grounds for emancipation. You should never have had to endure that! Haha
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
Yes, because mime school is way less awkward 🤣
profcate@reddit
Haha 😂
sjmiv@reddit
I didn't know that was a thing. I assumed people were just born that way.
profcate@reddit
As mimes?
PBJ-9999@reddit
With the white face and gloves and all!
honeybeedreams@reddit
my kids just say “how in the hell did you not die? it’s just sheer luck, right?”
esp when i tell them i started driving cars when i was 14 and my BFF and i started “borrowing” her mom’s brand new car when she was 15 and we’d go joy ridding. then came the day she was waiting for her when she got back. (i wasnt there that one night) i think she was grounded in her room for 5 months.
stopcallingmeSteve_@reddit (OP)
I was out camping with a lady last night, and we're telling stories about Gen X to her nephew (26). She called us "the generation that, when we almost died, out first thought was about getting in trouble."
honeybeedreams@reddit
my BFF was pretty sure her mom was going to end her life when she got caught. (i once saw her mom hit her right in the side of the head with a closed fist for giving her “attitude.” her mom scared the shit outta me and my dad was a pretty scary guy) we never thought about the fact that we only had our permits and were whizzing around the expressways in the dark. later i told her she was damn lucky her mom didnt just call the cops on her and have her arrested. she said she might have preferred that.
stopcallingmeSteve_@reddit (OP)
I was sick for days, turns out my appendix had burst, but I didn't want to go wake my mom up because she'd be mad.
honeybeedreams@reddit
gawd. my kid just had their appendix out at college. you must have been in so much pain. ☹️ this is one thing i really tried to do different with my kids, make sure they know they can always come to me no matter what. my BFF had tk have a second trimester abortion because she waited so long to tell her mom. cause she knew her mom would be so pissed at her. thank goodness she had a deeply caring and empathetic doctor who took good care of her.
Murphity@reddit
We found it was easier to buy cigarettes at 13 if you pull up to a convenience store in a car. Sigh.
Kylerstar64@reddit
We played a game called retarded hunter. Not proud of it now, but the 80s were a different time. One person ran around the backyard with no discernible pattern, after dark, as the target. One person ran around wildly flashing a flashlight. And one person randomly shot a BB gun. The goal was the person shooting the gun had to aim for the light, and the runner had to avoid it.
My brother, his friend and I did this one night in our backyard. As these often go, the light, runner and BB all converged at the same time, unfortunately at the runners balls.
Predictably, he freaked out in pain, running around screaming and crying, while my brother and I were trying to calm him down, and shut him up so no one got in trouble. He ran onto our deck and kicked out a section of lattice along the railing in pain.
He went home. His mom, a nurse, found out about his injury and was pissed because he did something so stupid. Our parents found out and were pissed too. Only because the lattice on the deck was broken.
Our punishment was to fix the lattice. Our parents weren’t mad we did something so stupid, or that we shot someone with a BB gun, or that we were doing something so terribly dangerous, or that we may have injured someone long term. They were only upset about the damage to the deck.
That’s Gen X.
stopcallingmeSteve_@reddit (OP)
We had an old lot, I think it was once a drive in theatre, and we'd do bb gun wars. like 30 of us, capture the flag with consequences. Thought we were safe because we wore ski goggles. One kid got a shot right through them, went through is lower eyelid and bounced off the sclera on the bottom of his eye. Our first thought was to leave it because we'd get i trouble. A lead shot. He's OK, his brother and are a still friends.
Eyeroll4days@reddit
Minimum wage was 3.35 an hour. That usually does it
joyunauthorized@reddit
I worked at a Baskin-Robbins and the first 30 days I got a training wage which was $2.85 per hour. After that, I graduated to $3.35 per hour
gianttigerrebellion@reddit
My first job was Baskin Robbin’s too! $4.25 an hour. I got the job because my best friends ex convict sister was the manager there. She’d been locked up until she was about 19 because she shot someone in the head-they survived. She had her gang tattoo name tatted on her hand but it was covered up-she never told us what her name used to be because she wanted nothing to do with her past.
Sorry_Nobody1552@reddit
Scooping ice cream was no fun. I loved the soft serve then dip it in the chocolate..
goodvibes_onethree@reddit
My first job was Dairy Queen. I agree, soft serve dipped in chocolate is so much better!
MerryTexMish@reddit
Fellow Baskie here (yes I just made that up). I was 13, and the franchise owner made comments about the boobs of the girls working there. I objected, and was fired.
My mom was just like “huh,” and then a bit later when I was 14, forged my birth certificate, and those of my 2 fellow underage friends, so we could work at Braum’s, which required you to be 16. We all just sucked the gas from the whipped cream cans, and spent our whole paychecks on weed. And I was working 30 hours a week as a freshman in high school, going to bed at like 1am and then getting up for school. Mom never asked how I worked do much but never had any money.
joyunauthorized@reddit
Yes, the manager and the owner could never figure out why the whip cream containers never worked
MerryTexMish@reddit
Yes! Our manager was a very naive 60-something woman with orange hair who had to deal with irate customers all night complaining about getting home with cans of flat whipped cream.
Green_leaf47@reddit
I got 2.85 an hour for my first waitressing job. I think at the time (in Ontario) there was a lower minimum wage for under 18. All the servers were under 18 - I was 16 - but we were all serving alcohol which I don’t think we were supposed to be doing. I worked something like 50 hours a week in the summers and we would work until 3-4 am sometimes setting up the banquet room after the restaurant closed, then go out together to an all night diner, then get up the next day and do it again.
Eyeroll4days@reddit
Dude I was gonna work for BR but when they offered the 2.85 I peaced out. 3.35 is low enough damn
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
I remember when it was $1.25 😞
TallStarsMuse@reddit
Wow!
412_15101@reddit
Let’s see. The toss in the pool to either sink or swim. Some siblings had to be saved a couple times before they deciding on swimming
Chicken pox parties. Family friend’s kid brought it to mine.
Rubbed the 1 sibling with poison ivy to make sure they didn’t get it. The rest of us did
The Evel Knievel Stunts. No fire but lots of ramps and crazy attempts
Tie one sibling up to see how quickly they could escape. Like really tied them up with yards of rope
Reported a circling car around our bus stop. Next day a girl got kidnapped maybe 20ish miles away. Too coincidental I think
Old perfume & cologne in the tub and lighting that on fire
Baby oil & iodine suntan lotion.
DarkSideNurse@reddit
I’ve received concerning looks from some of my millennial coworkers before by mentioning that when I was in first grade, I had a hell of a problem sitting still in class—constantly getting up to get a Kleenex, sharpen my pencil, gotta throw away the Kleenex now, etc., so one day my teacher had had enough and tied me to my chair using a skein of yarn wrapped around me multiple times.
NoeTellusom@reddit
My 10th birthday slumber party was broken up by a SWAT team.
Honestly, it was a big adventure, especially when we all ended up at the police station. :D
DarkSideNurse@reddit
Oh c’mon—you’re going to drop a couple of lines like THAT and not tell us what happened??
MareOfDalmatia@reddit
When I was 11 or 12, in the very early eighties, my friend and I were walking around downtown Boston. Back then there was a section called “The Combat Zone”, which consisted of strip clubs, X-rated movie houses, peep shows, prostitutes, you get the picture. My friend dared me to walk through it. I was hesitant, but it was daytime so I took the dare. So we’re walking through and I hear a voice behind us say, “What are you little girls doing here?” I turn around and there’s a creepy man walking behind us. We ignored him and continued walking. I turn around several moments later, and he’s right behind us with his hand out about to grab us. I took off like a shot across the street, and my friend took off straight ahead. I ran into an adult bookstore, and a lady that worked there asked what was wrong. I told her a guy was about to grab me and my friend, and now I don’t know where my friend or the guy is. The lady had the young man working behind the counter walk me down to the next block where there’s typically a police cruiser parked. As we’re walking I’m looking for my friend but can’t find her. The young man leaves me at the cop car, and I tell the cop what happened, and he could not have cared less. He wasn’t taking me seriously and doesn’t do anything. I continue to walk around for like an hour, but can’t find my friend. I give up and get on the subway to go home. All I can think of is, what am I going to tell her mother. I’m crying and terrified. I get to my subway stop and step onto the platform. I look to my left and there’s my friend stepping off the train car in front of me. We run to each and hug. I said, “I thought he got you and I thought you were dead!” She said, “I thought the same thing of you!” Then she said, “All I could think of was what was I gonna tell your mother!” And I said, “I thought the same thing!” I was never so relieved in my life. We were stupid kids.
KatSull1@reddit
Oh yeah, I recall the combat zone. I was about the same age as you in the early eighties.
philly-buck@reddit
Moved to Europe when I was 5. My parents sent me to a German speaking school for 1st grade. I didn’t know German. I got in a fight 15 straight days just defending myself. I was pelted with rocks on the walk home.
My dad said to tough it out. The teacher eventually showed up at my door begging my dad to transfer me to the universal school that spoke English.
TigreImpossibile@reddit
This is pure Gen X. Also, did he top it off with "don't be a cry baby"? 😅😅😭
philly-buck@reddit
Yep. His go to was “don’t be a sissy”.
mookypop@reddit
O M G - totally my Dad!!!
TigreImpossibile@reddit
Gen Z could never 🤪
madtho@reddit
My parents did the hippie equivalent: “I think you’ll be OK”
WillaLane@reddit
But did you ever learn German?
philly-buck@reddit
When I went back 13 years later in the military. Still think I can speak when I am drinking.
WillaLane@reddit
Haha like my French
modfish1@reddit
“Tough it out” - I feel the sting of those words. I played fast-pitch softball growing up. My mom would hurl softballs at me to toughen me up, and if I cried she would ridicule me. Even just the other day, she said, “Aren’t you glad I made it so you wouldn't cry.” Like not showing our emotions is a badge of honor. Our parents were the worst.
Academic_Airport_889@reddit
Reminds me of Sebastian Maniscalco’s line - no one in my family has feelings - sometimes comedy hits hard
philly-buck@reddit
My motto before it was even written:
And you just don’t get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you’re so pathetic And you just don’t get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you’re so pathetic
modfish1@reddit
True. Love me some Local H.
Aggressive_Battle264@reddit
What good is confidence?
sbfcqb@reddit
Did he? If so, was it better?
philly-buck@reddit
Much better. Weird thing is that my sister who was 3 years older already was enrolled there. For some reason he thought it would be a growing experience for me to go to the other school.
goodvibes_onethree@reddit
Yikes. I guess, in a sense, it was. My dad was the same with the verbal shit.. "tough it out, don't be a sissy/cry baby/punk, etc." Then he'd slap us if we didn't stop "whining". Good times lol.
gigi_2018@reddit
I’ll give you something to cry about!
SMACK
philly-buck@reddit
It sucked but it taught me I could endure a lot of shit. Somehow, it served me well although it is a shitty memory.
Dad is still a dick but that his problem - not mine.
sbfcqb@reddit
Glad you made it out stronger and not too much worse for wear.
well_soup@reddit
I hope your dad actually had some good qualities too.
philly-buck@reddit
He was a young dad. He was only 25 at the time. He has always been a bit of a prick, but we managed to live with each other and concentrate on the good.
whereisthequicksand@reddit
Almost all our parents were young. I’ve used that as an excuse for their behavior my whole adult life.
myrurgia7@reddit
I was 10 when my parents moved us overseas, I too had difficulty with the local language. "No, we're not going to enroll you in the English speaking school."
ABSOFRKINLUTELY@reddit
Amazing!
Peak Gen X for sure
Tinawebmom@reddit
In west Covina (LA county) there was a creek, trees animals, everything you'd expect.
Every year me and my 2 little brothers would go play there. They liked to catch the bullfrogs and I just enjoyed wading through the water.
And every year they got poison ivy (oak?) but I didn't. Finally they brought home every leave they passed so mother could tell them which one was the bad one.
Turns out it was the one they had the most leaves of.
Mother had them pin me down and rub the leaves all over me.
Joke was on them. It's one of the few things I'm not allergic to.
I tell this story thinking it funny. The horrified looks I receive and the learning I've done in the past 4 years helps me realize just how abusive my home really was.
Straxicus2@reddit
Holy shit, man. You ok?
Tinawebmom@reddit
Nah I need therapy but haven't found someone I connect good with.
I have gone no contact with most of my family.
But guilt got me and mother lives with me. At least now I know the word no and stick with it.
Straxicus2@reddit
You’re a good kid. Your mom should be proud.
Finding a good therapist can be such a drag, but if possible, I encourage you to keep trying. Especially now that mom is living with you. Sheesh. That must suck.
KatSull1@reddit
Teletherapy is a start, if you can afford it. Then maybe seeing somebody in person will fall in line. All the best.
expespuella@reddit
Oak...ivy isn't in CA. I always get them confused though I've been told a million times. Luckily never encountered it myself. Or maybe I have and I'm not [very] allergic? My partner had a TERRIBLE reaction after working out with a buddy - he used dude's bench and turned out dude had briefly sat a backpack on it while unpacking from camping a week before. Took us a few days to figure that one out.
What's extra crazy with your mother is that the siblings definitely had a reaction, and she still had them do it.
I'm with you on the realizing how not-okay things actually were later in life. Hope it's a positive process for you. I've come to kinda enjoy the shock value in sharing with younger colleagues now that I'm in on how bad it genuinely was.
Sarah_Femme@reddit
I had over protective parents, so the worst for me was falling though the ice down at the creek on a day so cold we were out of school for it. I was about 12-13, my friend a year or two older. We made a clubhouse out of an abandoned building on the other side of the creek (by the abandoned slaughterhouse, that still had lines of meathooks, because why not?)
We assumed the ice was thick enough to walk on due to the temps, but for some reason, (I think a spring may have fed into it there?) a spot wasn't and I fell through up to my waist. Stroke of luck #1, I was still at the edge and not over my head, as I couldn't swim yet.
I still had to get back to my friend's house, about a mile up the road and at the top of a steep hill. By the time I had gotten to the top of the hill, my jeans were frozen solid.
When we got to her house, we had to break out the hair dryer to even get my frozen clothes off me. She was about 2 sizes smaller than me, so I had to wear some really ill-fitting pants while her mom dried my clothes and I triaged my feet, which at this point were ON FIRE.
I somehow did not lose a toe, although several layers of skin turned black and sloughed off my feet. I still do not have sensation in the outside of my big toe or my pinky toe.
And to this day, my mom DOES NOT KNOW AND WILL NOT KNOW as I was forbidden from hanging out there for very obvious reasons, let alone almost falling through the ice and dying of hypothermia, lol
etzikom@reddit
Holy shit, dude. This is so GenX: that time I almost died but thank god my folks didn't find out. I think we've all got a handful of stories like this. Hard to imagine more recent generations of kids having these experiences.
Somerset76@reddit
Every-time I tell one if my personal horror stories, people are shocked and ask how I wasn’t traumatized. I tell them I was, but after a lot of trauma therapy, I can laugh about them now.
For the record, I once did cpr on a woman whose head was barely attached. I used her trachea. I was 12.
GenerationX-cat@reddit
o my gosh
katwoop@reddit
Just about every gen x'er I know has a near kidnapping story. I told my millennial coworker about mine and she was appalled
CharismaTurtle@reddit
🙋♀️ or a hitchhiking close one story
rowsella@reddit
or a near drowning (both check for me).
CharismaTurtle@reddit
Yes! In hindsight we really shouldn’t have launched the rowboat. With no oars. In winter
rowsella@reddit
My father moved us to another state and never told my mother.
Lakerdog1970@reddit
We used to fish in a pond we weren’t allowed to and the owner would send his dogs after us. It happened multiple times. We knew how to escape those German shepherds. Our parents didn’t call the police and yelled at us for trespassing.
Kilted-Brewer@reddit
That’s awesome!
We used to follow the stream at my house for miles and fish/camp our way up on the weekends.
The first night’s camp was always at ‘bear cave’ which was really just a giant stone slab leaning against the cliff wall.
We’d each bring a blanket roll tied around a shoulder, and our provisions usually consisted of stuff like a jar of peanut butter, some hotdogs (that would inevitably leak on someone’s bed roll), and maybe some crackers or cookies. We’d drink from the stream and try and catch fish.
The one time we hiked downstream, we wound up in some grumpy farmer’s field and he shot at us with rock salt. I still have a scar on the back of my thigh from gouging myself on some rusty old barbed wire fencing as we ran to get the hell outta there.
Now it’s a funny story. But I remember being scared as shit he was going to find us, or worse, somehow my parents would find out and then I’d get in REAL TROUBLE!
That’s correct, being shot at by some old coot was not the biggest worry.
Why would my parents be mad at me for accidentally stumbling on some old crank’s land and getting shot at? They wouldn’t have…
But such was the fear of parental wrath for Gen X kids, lol.
raerae1991@reddit
That sounds like my childhood, didn’t get shot at but there were plenty of grizzled old farmers that would have if we’d been a group of boys, not girls
Cat-servant-918@reddit
We wouldn't tell our parents about injuries unless they were life-threatening! I learned that if I got hurt I was probably doing something I shouldn't have been doing, so I deserved it. 😂
raerae1991@reddit
I’m Gen X and I’m horrified by your parents and the parents of your friend too. That is not the response my parents or any of my friends parents would have had
Mommymadpants@reddit
A gaggle of us kids under 10 thought it would be a good idea to play at a construction site & slid down the dirt hills created til one kid had a boulder crack his head. I never ran so fast as a 5yr old to get help. Kid survived with minimal head injury but these things were a daily occurrence for us.
mikeymikeymikey1968@reddit
On a Boy Scout camping weekend in 1980, my friend and I got lost when we went to fill drinking water containers. We were missing from just after breakfast to just before the sun set. Our punishment was to clean the dishes and pans from the dinner we'd missed.
Bloody_Mabel@reddit
Dude! I'm horrified. I'm sorry to say this, but your parents were negligent. I'm early Gen X. My parents were absolutely the free range, be home before dark type, but if I was even thirty minutes late, they would send out a search party. I would like to think my folks were the norm.
Either-Percentage-78@reddit
Later Gen x here and totally free range, but my mom cared about me.. Lol. Her stories though; absolute neglect.
LavenderGwendolyn@reddit
My mom was free range and never cared when I got home — until she did. I ran all over the neighborhood all summer (like most of us). I’d come home when everyone else went inside. Usually about 10-ish.
One week when I was maybe 10, my mom decided that she would come find me when the streetlights came on. After about a week of this, she grounded me for breaking curfew. She never told me I was supposed to be home at a given time, but she got mad all the same. I don’t know why she cared about it all of a sudden.
RockChk71@reddit
My guess is maybe something nefarious happened in town or in the neighborhood that spooked her and she didn't want you to know, so she just started looking for you instead of telling you. I lived in Iowa, and when I was about eleven, someone snatched up two paperboys, and I know a lot of my friends' parents started getting a bit stricter.
LavenderGwendolyn@reddit
Yeah, that’s my guess, too.
Scared_Wall_504@reddit
By the time the street lights came on one of my two parents would surely have been passed out or black out drunk. The other might yell out the door a few times but would not leave the house. You had good parents.
VixenRoss@reddit
A ton of medical neglect stuff.
Being allowed to walk around with a broken wrist for a few days because “I wasn’t screaming”.
Periods. Heavily flowing painful periods were character building.
Even recently when I had a crippling headache a few years ago (symptoms resembled a stroke), instead of seeking help or calling an ambulance, I had to sleep it off on the sofa. I was suprised I woke up in the morning!
whereisthequicksand@reddit
I can’t be the only one who was a patrol kid, right? I went to Catholic school in the middle of a big city where everyone walked to school (some kids up to about a mile and a half each way).
At the main intersections, one or two 7th and 8th graders stood on the corners where kids would cross. We’d march out into the street wearing our hunting-orange patrol belts, sticking our arms out as a signal to drivers. Adult crossing guards were at the three busy intersections closest to the school, but otherwise, 12-year-olds were the ones ensuring the safety of little kids.
Teacher-Investor@reddit
My parents used to arrange for me to babysit for their friends' younger kids when I was around 11 or 12.
One girl around 6 or 7-y-o got mad at me for something (I don't remember what) and said, "My dad has a gun, and I know where it is, and I'll shoot you." I asked her where it was and she said, "By the window in his bedroom." After the kids went to bed, I peeked in the parents' bedroom, and there was a handgun sitting right on the windowsill.
Another friend of my parents' had gotten divorced and had a job bartending. They arranged for me to babysit one night while she was at work until around 2:30 am. Apparently, she drove home and then walked across the street to get something to eat before coming in the house. I had fallen asleep and didn't know that she was home yet. Some guy she knew from the bar had followed her home and started pounding on the door, shouting, "I know you're in there! Open the door and let me in!" I was terrified and called my dad. He drove over and arrived just as the friend was returning with her food. They all just laughed it off like it was a big misunderstanding, and I went home with my dad, still shaking from the whole thing.
I used to get paid like 50 cents an hour for this bullshit.
redfoxblueflower@reddit
I was young - like between 4-6 years old as was one of my best friends. We were in his basement and his ping-pong table was folded up and pushed against a wall. We thought it would be fun to throw a rope around the protruding metal (the net apparatus) and see if we could pull each other up off the ground. Well, the table wasn't secured and it came down on us....hard. To be honest, I don't remember who was pulling who, but one of us ended up with a couple inch long gash on their cheek from the impact.
Clamper5978@reddit
My dad went on a ten day cruise and left me home by myself when I was 11. He didn’t even bother to stock the fridge or cupboards. It wasn’t the only time he did this. He did Hawaiian vacations and left me home as well. I was 11-13 when a lot of this was happening. We talk about it between me and my best friend, who I’ve been friends with since third grade, and we tell these stories to my wife, who is horrified at the things we’ve told her about my upbringing. And she was also a latchkey kid.
DaisyDuckens@reddit
Not me. I was fairly boring, but my husband HITCHHIKED to Oakland, CA. Slept in a flip house with homeless teens for a couple days then hitchhiked back to Bakersfield and his dad never knew he was gone.
myrurgia7@reddit
The kids are spooked when I tell them I used to ride the NYC subways and buses alone when I was about 7. I really liked going to the Bronx Zoo.
MaximilianusZ@reddit
We had a very enthusiastic preacher at Sunday school
So enthusiastic I ran my foot through a nail cause I wanted to get that Jesus experience.
I got it all right; it was the only thing my mother could say on the way to the doctor's: Jesus... Jesus Christ, and very hard and/or stupefied glares.
On the upside: No more Sunday School after that
rowsella@reddit
My mother would say "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" a lot. And when she was really pissed she would get out the wooden spoon. She did beat the hell out of the furniture with it and occasionally our backsides.
Mrs_Enid_Kapelsen@reddit
When I was around 10 (so 1989 or so - tail end Gen X here) my mother was divorcing my stepfather because he was having an affair with her sister, so we moved in with my grandma for a while. My grandma was a bit of an alcoholic so she got raging drunk one night and decided that she was going to kill my stepfather for messing around on her daughter. She got her beer, got her pistol, and got into her car to drive over to his house to "shoot him in the head." Her husband and my uncle had to physically drag her out of the car while she was kicking and screaming and waving her gun around. They eventually managed to get her back in the house, where she spent the rest of the night lamenting that they spilled her beer and saying "there's the man I thought loved me" every time her husband walked past. As an elementary schooler it was a fairly terrifying incident, but at least it gets me lots of horrified laughs when I tell the story at parties so there's that.
rowsella@reddit
Omg, that sounds like something out of Vance's Hillbilly Elegy book.
Mrs_Enid_Kapelsen@reddit
Well, I grew up poor in the Deep South and (for a few years) Appalachia, so I'm sure there are similarities. 😄
kalelopaka@reddit
I have plenty of stories that might terrify the younger people today, but they were pretty tame to me. I would disappear for days with my only words, “We’re going camping.” We were kids, 10-12 years old, armed with .22. Rifles, hatchets or cane knives.
We would hike through the woods and shoot game, build campfires eat well and make a lean-to to sleep. We spent days out in acres and acres of woods and fields. We would come home filthy, and tired.
First thing was a bath and a tick check. Never was questioned about anything by anyone. It was just how boys were raised and treated. Today’s kids might find that completely insane, the parents would call it neglect or something crazy.
hashslingaslah@reddit
This is exactly identical to my dad’s (Gen X) childhood. He and his friends would just go off into the wilderness and they all knew how to fish and prepare squirrels to eat and like you said, they all had .22s! Once they were exploring an old mine shaft and almost died due to lack of oxygen. It was on the new and my mom remembered seeing the report. They were from the same town but didn’t meet til their mid 20s
kalelopaka@reddit
Growing up in the countryside was the best experience I could have ever had. The song “Country boys can survive.” Is because of this. 😂
Ckc1972@reddit
Reminds me of "My Side of the Mountain." My son loved that book when he was about 10 years old but I never let him go out and live it.
Most_Ad_5996@reddit
That’s my favorite book and I read it to my students at the end of every year. Then I make foods from the book (even acorn pancakes) and we watch the movie and do a compare/contrast with the book. They love it. I even had a student email me with pictures of him starting a fire with flint and steel, after he asked his parents to buy him a set. He was so excited. I cried. That book is just so good.
Rochesters-1stWife@reddit
I loved that book too! I yearned for the quiet and solitude as a member of a big catholic family.
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
Did they ever hose you off by the back door naked before they let you on the house? They did that to my brother all the time. He was always getting dirty 😅
kalelopaka@reddit
When I was younger than that my nickname was pigpen. Because I was always coming home completely filthy and I couldn’t explain why. Then I was hosed down naked on the back porch. Those camping days I just stripped down and went into the bathroom.
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
Yep! It was a different world. I don’t see too many kids playing in the dirt anymore 🤨
coldbrewedsunshine@reddit
drowned, twice.
oh! and when my sisters got chicken pox, my parents intentionally exposed me.
rowsella@reddit
When I was 8 or so Summer of 1973 we visited our father at his apartment complex and he told us to go swimming in the indoor pool while he was drinking beer and playing volleyball outside with a youngish group of adult men and women. I jumped in the wrong side and drowned. The lifeguard didn't think my cries for help were legit and some young woman saw me on the floor of the pool and dragged me up. I remember puking up chlorine water and they sent me to the hospital. My mother took him to family court to prevent him from taking me and my brother swimming and the judge said he couldn't take us to pools anymore but... he could still take us to the ocean beach house our uncle owned where it was a private beach without lifeguards for 2 weeks in the summer. My mother looked up the address of the judge and would sit in her car close by watching the routine of his household so she could take him out if we ended up drowning or eaten by sharks.. because the ocean wants to kill us. Somehow we survived.
AnnieOnline@reddit
All parents used to expose all the kids to chickenpox. Gotta get it sometime, might as well all get it at the same time.
coldbrewedsunshine@reddit
right! it’s such a generational thing; now kids are vaccinated. i literally asked my pediatrician about how to expose my kid and she’s like…. we don’t do that anymore 😆
soapybob@reddit
Ah yes. Fun times at the Pox Parties.
FyreSign@reddit
I still haven’t ever had them.. my mom, and my kids never had ‘em either!
Cats-n-Chaos@reddit
Every time I tell a story about my childhood my kids and their friends are like WTF
ccr213@reddit
this! for real... my son (18) always comes at me, "y'all were exotic." what??? that's not what "exotic" means! I guess I'm just old...
RugBurn70@reddit
Lol my son's husband told him, "I really feel sorry for your mom". I had shared stories about my childhood when they were over for dinner earlier that night.
Josiepaws105@reddit
My mom fired a babysitter once after I talked about how fun she was. Her boyfriend would come over and give us all motorcycle rides! (Yes, I know this isn’t as awful as some of these but as a parent now…) PS - My only memory of the motorcycle rides is exhilaration. The boyfriend was kind and didn’t try anything inappropriate with us. (Other than showing up and entertaining us with his motorcycle)
mjh8212@reddit
I was with my dad in the back seat of the car I kept telling him to hit the curb, I was 7. Well police pulled him over he was drunk but resisted going to jail without me. His friend was in the car but my dad didn’t want me with him. So the friend drives away in the car cop puts me in the front seat dad in cuffs in the backseat. I get to the station and they sit me at the front desk, all I had on was a bathing suit and a towel cause I’d just been at the lake with friends. My grandma came and got me told me this was the last time she’d get me from the station and a few hours later they released my dad. I find this story funny and so does my dad we laugh about it all the time. It scares people. It was the 80s things were different back then.
UnplannedProofreader@reddit
My parents made me a “bed” in the trunk of the car, gave me a flashlight and some books, and drove our family of 7 from Indiana to Mississippi to see our grandparents. It was the only way we would all fit in the car but no worries, they would pull over and check on me if I knocked on the back seat.
Puzzleowlqwertfied@reddit
This one SCREAMS Genx. I love it.
nakedreader_ga@reddit
When I was a few months old, my mother was too drunk to hold me as my dad drove home after a Christmas party, so my 8yo brother held me. No car seats or seat belts to be seen I’m sure.
Most_Ad_5996@reddit
We used to ride behind the bench seat of my grandpa’s poop brown Foord Ranchero. As someone who is absolutely militant about buckling my seatbelt since I was a teenager, it blows my mind that I ever rode anywhere without a seatbelt. It’s also crazy to me (as a now six foot tall lady) how on earth I ever FIT back behind that seat.
sanityjanity@reddit
Adult men having sex with young teens or chasing young teens. I have a whole litany of it, now, of girls I knew who were pursued by adult men (or more)
Sarah_Femme@reddit
This just shook loose the memory of the weird neighborhood stepdad that would buy us all booze, but only if we were 'cool' and drank it at their house. I was never 'cool' enough, but looking back, I was tall, developed, and looked grown at 13, unlike my friends, so while I was bummed at the time to not be invited to those parties, it turns out it worked in my favor for once, as it came out when we got older, the 'payment' for said for said access to booze was exactly what you'd think it would be. :(
sanityjanity@reddit
There was a girl in my middle school who ran away from home with a carnie from the state fair. At the time, that sounded like an amazing adventure, but now I understand it better.
My two closest female friends had sex the first time at 11 and 13. They didn't describe it as rape, but the men involved were well past 18.
And then there's the 13 girl at summer camp who was caught with an adult camp counselor in her closet.
It just goes on and on and on.
bettesue@reddit
So common
Sandi_T@reddit
Witnessed my mother being dismembered. Was tortured. Saw other children murdered. My then foster brother is a convicted serial killer. Dismembered his victims just like when he helped dismember my mother.
r/MarieAnnWatson (My subreddit for my mother)
They usually start out by thinking I'm joking.
I'm actually not; not at all.
The 80s are sometimes referred to as the deadliest generation. Too many serial killers and gangs.
rgalexan@reddit
Thank you for having the courage to share this.
honeybeedreams@reddit
bro, you need a trigger warning on your posts.
eeskymoo@reddit
Don't be so ridiculous. Have some humanity for this person.
honeybeedreams@reddit
um, what?
BubbaChanel@reddit
Sandi, I’ve seen you in various subs for a while. Your story is heartbreaking. I hope you find the answers you’re looking for.
Sorry_Nobody1552@reddit
Jesus. I really don't know what to say. Sorry doesn't seem to cover it. I hope you have found some peace in life.
CalmChestnut@reddit
My intense condolences.
It is unfortunate how cases from back then hit a wall becausebif the victim was found somewhere else, local departments covered it, vut there was not communication or protocol between different counties of our vast nation. :( Maybe new technology will help at some point. I'm really sorry for Marie, her children, and the other foster kids.
PBJ-9999@reddit
You win the thread
RegrettableBiscuit@reddit
There's a pedestrian crossing near where I lived as a kid, where lots of primary school kids go to school. At the start and the end of school day, there's always a woman standing there making sure the kids wait at the red light. I drove through there recently with a friend, and she said something like "kids today can't even cross the street without supervision anymore."
Well, let me tell you a story. There was no woman standing there directing kids when I went to school. One day, an older kid ran across the street on a red light. He was hit by a car. Went to the ER. They saved his life, but his brain was severely damaged from the impact. He could barely talk anymore, and had to use a wheelchair. A few years later, he died.
So the difference between today and the past is not that kids suddenly forgot how to cross streets. The difference is that we also didn't know, and sometimes died.
Sarah_Femme@reddit
I went to grade school with a little girl who was a twin. Except one summer day when they were little, they weren't in a car seat when their mom was driving down the road, which was just a residential 30 mph area, like a home to the corner store trip. The sister climbed out of the window and fell under the car. Now we have carseat laws, but I don't think that was even a thing then.
DreadGrrl@reddit
My millennial son has more terrifying stories than I do. He and his friends have NO survival instinct (or common sense).
Significant-Pick-966@reddit
I still don't think it was wrong but any time I tell this story I get looks of utter shock lol. My father raised rabbits as a side hustle selling them as pets, for the meat, or in some cases people just wanted to try their hands at tanning hides. One of my earliest memories is "helping" my dad butcher rabbits and encouraging him to hit them in the back of the head hard enough to make the eyes protrude/pop out. I was 3 or 4 and thought it was the coolest thing ever and just loved helping him.
To me it was just a part of life, no different than going to the super market and shopping for meat. I guess by today's standards 4 may have been a bit young to be taught how to butcher rabbits, but all my childhood I was loaned out to neighbors and friends of my Dad to help clean hunted critters and fish.
I don't hunt anymore but am always down to help friends butcher clean their kills. I appreciate that my father taught me these things may he rest in peace.
The first time I ever saw my father cry was around that time. His mother had passed and he was trying to explain it to me and when I asked "so Grandma is with the rabbits we butch?" He broke down and started crying and left the room.
Hard to explain the death of a human to a kid like that I guess.
indigostars43@reddit
I had just started middle school grade 6 , and one of the school bullies decided it was my day to be beaten up.
I was a very shy petite girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly and on the way home from school she jumped on me from behind, sat on my back and ripped my hair out with her hands. As I was crying in pain her buddy held my arms as the girl punched me in the face a few times. Finally the school crossing guard got her away from me but soon after as I tried to walk home she grabbed me again and punched me right on my cheek bone again. A man at a bus stop told her to cut it out and she finally let me walk home.
When I got home ( it was winter so I had a hat on) my parents started yelling at me because I came home so late. My mom pulled my hat off and bunches of my hair just came falling out, it was terrifying for me. My face hurt from being punched and my dad asked if I fought back, I said no and he continues to yell at me and slam his fist on the counter as he yelled that I was a chicken shit. I remember reaching up to my head and I had two bald spots, one on each side where she ripped my hair out. I could feel my skin and no hair. Thank god I had medium length thick hair that could cover it up a bit until it grew back. I didn’t ever see what happened to my face because I was scared to look in the mirror for days. I went to my room and just cried alone in my bed.
My mom made me go to school the next morning like nothing ever happened.
igneousink@reddit
Catskill Game Farm. In the 70's. Had a Petting Zoo Part with goats and llamas and other animals just hanging out together. A small fence separated the animals from the people. There were little "vending machines" that dispensed food. My mom put coin after coin into the food meter and then stuffed my pockets, hood, and shoes with it. Then, she lifted me up over the fence and proceeded to laugh hilariously as I got knocked down by goats and swarmed by about 30 animals, pulling at my clothes and hair and everything. She thought it was the funniest thing and I was eventually saved by staff who pulled me out of there. And then we got kicked out. And I got punished for it.
xenya@reddit
Not even sure where I'd begin. I had a middle aged man try to pull me into his car when I was 16. He would follow me when I was walking to work after school so I had a gang of guys I knew start escorting me.
When I was little my father would take us camping way back in the mountains. He would put meat around the tent to attract bears. I woke up because one was rubbing against the tent where I was sleeping... I crawled out and saw the adults sitting by the fire getting high and watching this bear.
and on and on.
SuzieChapstick13@reddit
Why TF would he want to attract bears?
xenya@reddit
Short answer: He was crazy.
Long answer: He liked to see the wildlife and they were a bunch of stoners. This was in the Shenandoah Mountains.
Antique_Prize1674@reddit
My dad used to think it was funny to tell us jokes about bears in the woods whenever we were back-country camping with him. I did not personally find those jokes funny. But laying meat around the tent is a whole extra level.
xenya@reddit
yeah he was a whole other level.
They would string the backpacks in the trees... one night the bears got into them anyway so they sent me out into the woods to look for cans that the bears might not have damaged. At the time it was no big deal but now I think 'Oh hey, let's send the little girl out to look for bear leavings..' lmao
AltMom-321@reddit
Two words: spam flambé
RabbitLuvr@reddit
Not really that terrifying, but my younger coworkers and friends always get very concerned for me if I tell them. I was staying the night at my cousin's house. I decided I was bored watching them play Duck Hunter, so I asked if I could ride their bike around the trailer park for awhile. (Man, I loved just riding bikes!) After a couple loops around, I had gotten some speed up, and then needed to swerve for a rock or something in the road; however, neither my cousins nor my uncle had told me the brakes weren't working right. I ended up running head first into a parked pickup truck. The bike was ok, but there was a slight dent in the bumper of the pickup truck, and a couple flakes of blue paint in my hair. I walked the bike back; my cousins laughed, and my uncle told me to sleep it off.
rowsella@reddit
I never thought it was terrifying or strange.. but sometimes our parents would just drop us off at the movies so they could get some peace and quiet and probably have sex? Anyhow they really didn't care what movie it was. So we were dropped off to Jaws, to The Omen, etc. I think I was in 4th or 5th grade, my brother was 3 years younger and I was in charge. That led to him being really obsessed about sharks for a while.
OhHelvetica73@reddit
In 1984, my sister and I were playing with the kids across the street, in their treehouse. We lugged a square cinder block up there and pretended it was a safe full of treasure. I climbed down to retrieve something from the ground, and yep, that cinder block fell (or was pushed) from the treehouse right on top of my head. Thankfully it was a flat portion that struck my head rather than a corner or edge. The other kids froze, and I remember standing there, blacked out and unable to move for what seemed like an eternity. Then we all went home to dinner. My sister remembers this with vivid detail, and we laugh at the cascading stupid decisions involved, and how remarkably lucky we all were that that block landed flat on my head.
newyork_newyork_@reddit
Long roadtrips in a Chevy Nova. No seatbelts. No air conditioning.
rowsella@reddit
Oh yeah, and both parents smoking.
middleageslut@reddit
When I was like 10, my best friend lived about 3 doors down. We did the typical girl stuff. Hung out. Played cards, Barbie’s. The usual. We were tight. Her dad was a single guy and had his girlfriends over a lot and we always giggled when we heard them in the bedroom “doing it.” I’m not sure we knew what that meant.
Her dad took us to Disneyland.
A year or so later her dad got another job in the city next town over and they moved. I was devastated. We wrote letters constantly at first, but you know how it is being a kid. We lost touch.
One day, like 3 years(?) later my mom and I were in the car on the freeway and I was just musing and said to my mom “I wonder what ever happened to Jill?”
My mom goes - deadpan: “yeah, I have been meaning to talk to you about that… you remember her dad John? Well, he shot her in the face.”
Apparently like, execution style. He said it had been an accident while he was checking his gun, the ballistics report said that she had been kneeling on the ground and the gun was discharged at point blank range.
John had gotten in touch with my mom because his court date was coming up and he wanted me to write a letter to the judge. To be a character witness for him.
I wrote the letter y’all. I fucking wrote the goddamned letter.
Anyway. I see a therapist regularly now.
soapybob@reddit
Used to live in West London on a council estate which was surrounded by fields and undeveloped land. Right at the bottom field ran the tube line for the overground district line. We'd wait until we could hear the rails getting noisy (indicating an oncoming tube), then we would all run across the tracks. How none of us got killed, God only knows.
The same estate was made up of blocks of maisonettes. In the UK, these are rows of two storey houses with another row of two storey houses above . There would be outer stairways at both ends of the blocks and another in the middle of the block. Each block contained about 35-40 properties.
All the estate kids would climb the outer stairwells until we reached the mid way for the top floor,. Then we would climb onto the outer wall then jump down into the field below. Essentially jumping off the top of a house.
One time, i jumped and landed in a crouching position, and my jaw ricochet off my knee. It hurt but I walked it off. Many moons later, I get diagnosed with tmj and an mri found both sides of my jaw were dislocated and one side fractured. Then yesterday, i found a scar under my chin. As I'm typing this, I'm putting it all together.
Tldr. Just discovered that my fractured and dislocated jaw, which was diagnosed in my late 30s, was the result of jumping off a house as a child in the 70s.
Grand_Elderberry_564@reddit
I'm irish and my fave Gen X story from here is about 2 young lads, aged 10 and 13, mitched from school and took the train out of dublin city and see how far they could go. 2 days later they land in New York! Mad story!
https://www.irishpost.com/news/the-story-of-the-dublin-boys-who-ran-away-to-new-york-195027
shinyshannon@reddit
I once started a fire in the bathroom at school. 5th grade. Was feeling all the emotions at once I guess (painful childhood), so I took all of the rolls of toilet paper and all of the paper towels and put them in a pile and struck a match.
Could have been awful but the janitor put it out with a fire extinguisher. I didn't even really get in trouble - the principal didn't even call my mom. How different would this ending be today?
BornTry5923@reddit
Teenagers today seem to be quite horrified that I, as a 16 year old, had a college-aged boyfriend. They call me "a victim" even though that guy never laid an inappropriate hand on me.
Fruitcrackers99@reddit
This just triggered a memory. In high school, I babysat for a young couple for several years until I left for college. When I was 19-20, the mom got cancer and ended up dying, which was devastating as they had two small children. My mother -with not an ounce of shame- told me to go TO THE HOSPITAL AND FLIRT with the 30-something husband, because he was a “good catch” and would be single soon. I went to the hospital, but only to take a basket of snacks and drinks, some flowers, and to offer support for the family.
RHGOtakuxxx@reddit
I dated a 24 year old when I was 16. My mom liked him, he treated me well. But I broke up with him because he did not know how to kiss. No worries though, he never SA’ed me. I dated men in their 20’s a lot at age 16-17.
Serpephone@reddit
When I was 16-17 I had a mid-20s boyfriend.
IDunnoNuthinMr@reddit
In 1975, at 7yo, I had 4 teenage brothers. My parents thought having me tag along with them would keep them from doing crazy things. It didn't stop them at all. Five car accidents before 10yo, 2 of them roll overs. Two hundred stitches after a bicycle crash. Three arrests before 12yo. Swinging from an electrical tower out over the train tracks as trains went by. We tried to swing out over a flatbed car before a boxcar came and knocked you the fuck out. Two guys got hit fairly hard but weren't hurt much. Set off a homemade napalm bomb in the back yard after watching The Amateur.
Arson arrest at 8yo. One late summer night at the local park after dark with my brothers and dozens of other teens, myself and a couple of other younger siblings were flicking matches so they flew through the air as they ignited. Eventually, we were flicking them onto the roof of the pavilion. The pavilion with a wood shake roof blanketed in very dry pine needles. Didn't take long for a nice fire to catch and the whole damn thing burned to the ground.
Breaking and Entering at 9yo. The concession stand at the same park had just gotten a large delivery. During the day one of my brother's friends broke the lock to the concession serving window. Later that night none of them could fit thru the window so they came and got me. Got caught a few days later after a little sister ratted out her brother for not sharing the suitcase of snacks that was his share.
Minor possession of alcohol and marijuana at 11yo. Went with a brother and his friend to the drive in. So did 200 or so other underage drinkers. Someone called the police and all of us went to jail. My brother was in the back seat of our Dad's 1972 Sedan de Ville with a girl while I was sitting in the driver's seat smoking a joint and having a beer with my brother's friend. A cop tapped on the window next to me and I coughed a huge cloud of pot smoke into his face. That was 1980 and my last arrest.
Good times.
Serpephone@reddit
Hilarious that are parents thought taking our kid brothers or sisters with us would keep us from doing stupid shit…
alto2@reddit
I mean… it was that or try actual parenting, so…
Bellabird42@reddit
I like that your parents still had hope that you would be a good influence on your siblings
Undersolo@reddit
Sounds like fun.
I did get lost for one day but made it home by the evening (I was at a public park and about the same age).
Rabbit2G@reddit
I think it's totally normal.
I grew up in Ohio in the county. We had four wheelers. It snows. Every year we plant the Christmas trees in the yard.
So, we decided on a snow day to tie a rope to the back of the 280 and get on the sled and hold the rope.
So you know, it doesn't work. But we didn't need the sled, the snow suits were done and worked great. But it's boring to just hold on to a rope and slide around.
So we made a game. See how many trees you can hit before you fall off the rope. Now I know what you'll say, that's horrible. But trust me. You got that first tree you learn real quick how to light a tree while being pulled on a rope from a four wheeler. I am proud to say that I can hit 3 trees before I get knocked off.
Also, no idea how we lived through childhood
nutmegtell@reddit
One of my Girl Scout friends went missing at a park near a creek. Only her bike was found. She never was. Lisa Dickenson. My parents still let me play down there all the time even alone.
Also on her same cul de sac of four homes, the East Bay Rapist / Original Nught Stalker/ Golden State Killer attacked two women a few years later. He also attacked women and girls in my neighborhood
My parents reaction? “Oh he’s not interested in kids your age. Leave the doors unlocked all night no big deal. “
CharismaTurtle@reddit
I am so sorry
MonkeyMagic1968@reddit
No idea if this would terrify others but it is curled around my brain stem forever.
When I was eight, I was just sitting on the couch watching tv. My younger and old sister were already in bed.
I guess my parents assumed I was, too. They both started talking about the missed mortgage payments and what if they lose the house and where would we move and all that. In front of me. The 8 year old kid who suddenly realized that she might not have a stable home or place to lay her head.
Colorful_Wayfinder@reddit
I have a few and like a lot of you, my parents never know about the worst incidents, but other stuff was their idea. I can't imagine why I didn't learn to trust anyone until I was in my 40's.
Riding on the interstate (I95/rte 128 near Boston) in the way back of the station wagon. There were four of us kids that trip, and the back seat only held three. We had pillows and a blanket and of course no seat belts.
To get me to ballet class in 6th and 7th grade, my mom would drop me off at a local mall right after school to hang out for an hour and then I would either take the bus or walk the half mile to the school once it opened.
Was nearly kidnapped once or twice and nearly molested by my babysitter, but managed to get out of all of those situations.
industriousalbs@reddit
Woke up to really thick black smoke engulfing half our bottom floor flat, Mum had been drinking and fell asleep with a lit cigarette and had set the couch on fire. I woke her, put it out with water and sat outside for a few hours with her till the smoke was bearable - was about 5.
When she was blind drunk she would let me sit in the front seat so I could ‘help’ her when she insisted on driving home (she usually wasn’t even capable of speaking at these points).
Great grandfather asked me at 8 years old if I wanted to ‘look over the neighbour’s fence’. Thought this was an odd request but said yes. He lifted me up and SA’d me. Then spent the rest of the day grabbing his crotch and laughing whenever my grandma (his daughter’s) back was turned. Never went back there again but saw him at weddings. I told my parents when I got home but nothing easy done about it as he was ‘a senile old man’. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I’m all good though. Turned out to be a productive member of society.
Strange_Conclusion55@reddit
I told a story about how my sisters and I were being babysat one evening by some older cousins, and a few of their friends came by. We’re all on the back porch, which was elevated because the house was build into the side of a hill to overlook a lake. So everyone is talking and laughing until my cousin gasps and rushes us all inside. One frantic phone call later, their dad, brothers, and a small army of other men with dogs and guns (not cops, mind you), show up to search our property. Turns out her crazy soon-to-be ex had followed her and was spying on us with binoculars to make sure she wasn’t cheating. When my parents got home, my uncle took my dad (a combat veteran Marine) with him to “have a talk” with that guy. IDK what happened but that guy never bothered my cousin again. Turns out, it wasn’t quite the amusing story I thought it was.
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
My brother was out with his friends at night knocking down mailboxes with a baseball bat & a man followed him home & started ringing & banging on the door angrily at 3am. My Dad opened the door & said what the hell is going on? And he rushed into our house with a rifle & started going upstairs to shoot my brother. My Dad somehow got him out of the house. I was standing right there at the top of the stairs with a gun pointed at me. I ran into my bedroom & locked the door. Almost pissed myself. 😬☹️
Awesomesince1973@reddit
Jesus. Since when is a mailbox worth a human life. You are lucky your dad was able to get him out. That's terrifying.
PM_MEOttoVonBismarck@reddit
Yeah it's pretty crazy. But it wouldn't surprise me if that guy was a veteran. You're taught that human life is worth very little in the army, that's how they condition you to kill other people.
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
It was scary! I’ll never forget that. I think my dad offered him a lot of money to calmly leave! FFS my Dad is a calm dude. 😬
expespuella@reddit
Holy shit.
PezCandyAndy@reddit
I have a lot, but they usually involve my abusive mother.
Enough-Variety-8468@reddit
Husband was just telling our 12yo a similar story, not the time he and his cousin ran away from home and got pretty far but the time he and his cousin were dropped off on their own to camp and tried getting into a military nuclear base, age 12 or younger
I've asked husband to stop telling me his childhood stories of when he could have died. Train tracks, guns, gunpowder, detonator caps, high speed downhill towards traffic, electricity, knives.....
AnyDamnThingWillDo@reddit
A kid from the next estate tried to hang me. I was about 3 and he was 8 maybe 9. He got the rope around my neck and was hauling me up. Not sure what happened but he let go of the rope and ran.
333pickup@reddit
OP, I am 53, and the only part of your story that upsets me, is nobody missing you for two days. That wasn't the times - people let you down.
FindingLovesRetreat@reddit
My parents loved to caravan/camp so we spent many holidays in parks. My sister's boyfriend's (now hisband) family owned one of the parks we went to every Christmas.
They'd hire two lifeguards during holidays to patrol their beach. Young surfer guys, you know the type. They'd come into the park every morning and gather up all the kids and take us down to the beach.
We'd go rock scrambling, swimming and play games, while they did their jobs and kinda kept an eye.
I got a fishing hook in my foot once and they pulled it out. No antiseptic or first aid kit. Went right back to playing.
They would take us out into the waves where we couldn't stand and we'd "jump" waves.
Parents would come out later to lay on the beach, socialise, and not worry about us at all.
We would run around the park at night visiting all the caravans and try not to step on night adders.
Those were good days.
VioletSea13@reddit
As a kid, I lived on a farm in a rural area. There was a creek that ran through our property. A bunch of us kids (some cousins and kids from other farm families) played in the creek all the time.
There was a section of the creek that made a 90° bend and the outside bank was severely undercut. The creek bottom was also 15-20 feet below ground level. We decided this would be a great place to make our very own smuggler/pirate cave.
We started digging out under the bank and eventually excavated a “cave” that was 10-15 feet under the bank, and 8-10 feet wide…with absolutely no supports of any kind.
We played in our cave all day and only stopped when it began to rain.
The next day we went back and our cave was gone…so was a large section of the bank which had collapsed.
fbibmacklin@reddit
My brother accidentally set his leg on fire once. He also accidentally stabbed himself in the chest. Both incidents were before the age of 12, and he did not see any medical professionals. I don’t think our parents were home either time.
Biting-Queen-@reddit
I grew up in the boonies. My younger brother, younger female cousin and same age male cousin all got dirt bikes one summer. We decided after watching dirt bike racing WE could do it! So we borrowed tools, janky wood and rounded up the rest of the kids within a 10 mile radius.
We found an old lease road and turned it into our very own motorcycle race track, complete with jumps, pits and rumble spots. We also quickly decided we needed a med hut lol All went well until my cousin broke his wrist and another friend broke his leg. Keep in mind, we were 10 miles from my house (the closest) . So we all rode slowly to my house to get help. I'd seen enough Trapper John M.D. to know we had to stabilize his leg, so we Duct taped it to a 2x4 and he rode with us. My dad like to have had a stroke when the crew rolled down our 1/2 mile long gravel driveway. After getting back from taking the 2 walking wounded to the e.r., him and all the other dads decided they needed to inspect our track. Overall they were pretty impressed with our ingenuity. After that we had to have walkie talkies (we got the big fancy ones from the military surplus store). I wouldn't trade my growing up years for anything, even as I look back at all the sketchy shit we did and wonder how I made it to adulthood LOL!
Appropriate_Most1308@reddit
Bullet holes in my sister's baby book.
RudeBlueJeans@reddit
Yes.
Tekira85@reddit
Wandering aimlessly around a friend's neighborhood and decided to go into the small woods near her house. Then, of course, got completely lost, wandering around. Came out on one side into a pasture in the middle of nowhere, which seemed really far away from where we went in. Instead of trying to find a road, we went back into the woods and ran into some high school guys. They said, we'll show you the way out if you pull down your pants and panties. My friend and I whispered to each other. No way. Walked off. They started to chase us, so we ran. They made scary noises so we ran faster. Finally found a fence that led to a gate that brought us back to the area where we went in. Got back after about 3 hours. None of the adults noticed that we had been gone and were super thirsty and hungry. It never even occurred to me to tell anyone about those boys.
Psychological_Tap187@reddit
I don't know about your family, but I'd have been the one in trouble if that had happened tovme and I told my family about it
BubbaChanel@reddit
Same! I got into some horrible jams, but flying under the radar was my specialty
TheHandofDoge@reddit
My dad had an industrial metal shop and as a child (9, 10) I’d help him run the drill press when he went into work on Saturdays. My job was to squirt the lubricant on drill while it was drilling through sheets of steel. I did this by leaning over the drill press while standing on a stool (I was only about 4’10”!). There would be hot metal fragments flying around, landing on the floor. Were we wearing safety glasses or steel toes boots? Hell no! Half of the time I was wearing shorts and flip flops!
At my dad’s urging I also jumped off of a railway bridge into a river (I was 11!). He would also drive me and my brother around in the back of his pick up truck and take us for rides on the back of his dirt bike (at least we wore helmets!). I was a girl raised by a single dad, so my brother and I didn’t have a mom around saying that maybe these things weren’t the best idea!
decoparts@reddit
I think the most questionable one for me looking back was a twice-yearly school trip in high school.
We'd go into New York for a museum visit, but we'd go early in the morning and we'd get dropped off near the museum and told by the teachers "Meet back here at 2. Sick together with a buddy." And off we'd go, unsupervised through Times Square and Central Park before the Disney cleanup.
I think it started with a bunch of the high school girls and some teachers (all women) wanting to hit the shops, which they did. But hooooo boy did us teenage guys get into some stuff. We'd have been expelled for sure if they ever had done a bag check.
Me and my best friend got mugged sophomore year, but it was only one guy and he had a knife, not a gun. I threw my backpack at him and my friend kicked him in the nuts and we booked it... Lost $60 worth of alcohol, cigs, and porno mags with that backpack, so I guess the mugger got something for his trouble.
decoparts@reddit
I've got quite a few
Got shot with bird shot by a farmer whose field I liked to cut across with my friend. I still have a piece in my leg.
Got chased by feral dog packs a bunch of times. Got dragged off my bike by a feral German Shepard (lucky just a lone dog) and killed it with a brick. I was eight or nine. Still have the bite and claw scars. My mom patched me up with mercurochrome and at least half a box of band aids, after scrubbing out the wounds with a band new dish brush from under the kitchen counter. Never saw a doctor or got rabies shots, but it was almost 40 years ago so I figure I'm in the clear.
Did a survival challenge with some of the more gung-ho guys in my scout troop over the summer. One of the guys had his older brother drop us out deep in the woods, we each only had shorts, a knife, and moccasins we had made for a leatherwork badge. We went off in different directions and met back 5 days later. We had all told our parents we were going on a camping trip, and none of them ever questioned it or asked where we were going, or wondered why we didn't take food or supplies.
I'll post another separately because I think it deserves it's own reply
apikoros18@reddit
12 years old. Babysitting for the 9 and 6 year old siblings. Made Bacon. Spilled hot grease all over my hand and my skin melted. Kept it in a bowl full of ice for hours until my parents came home and took me to the ER
banality_of_ervil@reddit
Not a story, but whenever I bring up the fact that there were multiple known pedophiles in my neighborhood growing up, and our parents just told us to avoid those houses, the younger generation is justifiably disturbed. Like, what the fuck mom and dad?
Accomplished_Exit_30@reddit
My older brother tied my wagon to the back of his bicycle, put me in the wagon, and pulled me around in it.
Rode in the back of pickup trucks
I used to lie down on that dashboard under the back window on my dad's 77 Cadillac Coupe Deville. A car I later drove in high school. I also fell off of it one day.
CoffeeInSarcasmOut@reddit
6th grade. Class art project. They gave us box cutters to cut out shapes from large cardboard boxes. My classmate’s hand slipped and the blade sliced across her wrist. I remember holding the box for her and getting sprayed with the blood stream. Yelled my head off. Teacher immediately grabbed her, put pressure and rushed her out of the room. It’s a pretty tame story, but it made me get queasy at the site of blood for years.
Theunpolitical@reddit
Ahhhh...yes. Good old fashion box cutters and 6th graders. Sounds as healthy!
archivesgrrl@reddit
I was talking with a friend about shop class and the amount of horrendous injuries every year.
gianttigerrebellion@reddit
Damn I remember we were outside playing soccer and someone kicked the ball behind a fence, one kid F decided to climb under the fence but somehow he hit his head and came back with blood gushing down his head. He laid his head on my teachers white pants and that’s all I remember. I woke up later in a dark nurses office with some of my friends smashing their nosey little faces against the window to check on me-lol! F needed stitches and was fine but same that’s when I realized I can’t do blood.
Mysterious-Dealer649@reddit
Mines kind of a maybe, what if scenario. There was a string of robberies in my neighborhood probably 1982. I was 11-12 yrs old not quite old enough to defend myself from adults yet. We come home at 1000 ish on a Saturday night. My Dirty Harry dad was going in first loaded for bear to check it out first on these nights out with their friends which were common. There was something wrong with the car so he’s got to look at it right this second so he sends us on in. I’m leading the way because I have to pee. I notice the family photo albums and shit from the end tables are strung around but it’s not out of the question for my sister to do stuff like that. It’s a very small house not a far trip to the bathroom, I’m closing in on the bathroom and my mom who must have been paying attention to something but herself for once yells “get out”. Hightail it out cops come etc. My dad kept a hatchet in his closet that was part of the shit they made off with but the cover was found right around the corner from the bathroom and was in good shape not like it would just flop off. There was a theory we walked in on them and he was waiting around that corner if someone came around and I was super close to that when my mom yelled.
bettesue@reddit
When my best friend and I were about 9-10 we were exploring a hill by our house and came across a rattlesnake so we hit it with a big rock and chopped its head off with a stick (took a long time if memory serves). On that same hill, different time, we came across a homeless encampment (we didn’t really know what homeless was then) and dug through the stuff that was buried (cooler, food etc) and found some type of alcohol and drank it. We stumbled home hours later and no one was any wiser. We were always out at night doing all sorts of crazy stuff, our parents never seemed to care.
GuidoX4@reddit
17(m) asleep on the couch at 11pm, woke up to child crying in the hallway.
Opened the door and there's a 3 year old girl screaming, whose parents down the hall banging each other off the walls in a drunk fight.
Put the girl up on my hip, marched down to the parents, planted them against the wall, advised a curious neighbor to call police, asked the dad if he had a place to go and sent him in to pack a bag.
When police arrived I handed them the child and went back to sleep on my couch.
Didn't remember it even happened until first period the next day.
When that's a forgettable experience, you may just be GenX.
gianttigerrebellion@reddit
This was the day before 9/11 I was walking in San Francisco and spotted a guy who looked off crossing against me at the light. I told my friend don’t make eye contact because this guy has something wrong with him-as we pass him my friend makes eye contact. I was just about to enter the corner store and the guy suddenly tackles me: gum, chips, cans, soap flying everywhere as I try to retain my balance.
The guys who worked at the store hopped the counter and started ramming this small but dense pole into his ribs so the pain made him let go of me, he’d pulled my shoes off during the struggle and I got my shoes back.
I was a bit shaken but retold the story a few weeks later because I shook it off so fast and the people I told the story to said “You told that story so calmly.” I guess yeah it’s probably from being Gen X and that incident took me by surprise but it wasn’t the scariest thing I’d encountered so I just kinda shrugged it off.
Sanguine895@reddit
My parents liked to go camping, but they didn't really want us to be hanging out with them so they set our tents up in a separate campsite within shouting distance of theirs. They lit our fire and left us a can of lighter fluid to play with and told us to stay there until morning. Not the worst thing but there's no way in hell I'd do that with my own kids. They just didn't seem to care that much what happened to us as long as we stayed out of their way.
Stefgrep66@reddit
I lived in a London suburb for a couple of years, and there was a large park where me and my pals played football, about a half hour walk away by footpath. However it took 10 minutes by taking a shortcut over a bridge that crossed a railway line. Problem was, the inside of the bridge was totally overgrown so you had to walk along to bridge wall, which was about 3 feet wide with a drop of 30 feet to the railway line. One loose shoe lace away from certain death. Ill give you one guess which route we took!
stanley_leverlock@reddit
My raging alcoholic stepfather (we're talking stumbling drunk by noon almost every day) would occasionally get shitfaced and have me stand in the middle of our back yard and throw empty Wild Turkey bottles up in the air so he could shoot them with a shotgun. He was safe about it though, if he felt I didn't throw them high enough he wouldn't shoot and tell me to throw it higher. To me it was fun, we were doing stuff together shooting guns. Fun! My mom found out and freaked out and that stopped. Later in my 20s when I described it to some friends they were horrified and it hit me that it was not normal or safe.
nothing_2_talk_about@reddit
Did we have the same stepdad? This sounds like the shit my stepdad used to put me through.
Odd_Distribution7852@reddit
I think, based on all of our individual backstories, we could give very great and generous advice to the younger generations. The only shitty part is that they will be JUST like us, and not listen!
That’s why Gen X needs to show our kids a different, better way than our parents. Not all of us are going to be our parents, in whatever way you want to take that statement, and just be real, and different, and maybe happy.
After my 20 year old adult start in life, following in my parents and grandparents footsteps, I’m extremely glad that I didn’t follow in their footsteps, but also, not too terribly far from their footsteps.
Stefgrep66@reddit
I lived in a London suburb in 1974-76 and there was a large park nearby which took about half and hour to walk to by normal footpath but could also be accesed by
jhope71@reddit
I went to a family friend’s Halloween/birthday bonfire party when I was 10. Halloween was also the birthday of the matriarch of the family, so they combined the events into one big party. Her grown sons would dress in rags and wear latex masks, then one by one sneak up and drag children away from the bonfire, into the woods, hold them there for a few minutes, then let them run screaming back to the party. I only knew three of her sons (there were six total), so I never knew which one had grabbed me (it happened three times). If I were a villain, that night would be my origin story. It was terrifying.
Critical_Seat_1907@reddit
Swam through an underwater cave in a river at night with flashlights (waterproof maglites). I think I was 16.
It was like swimming through ink.
This was the swimming hole we went to regularly and knew everything through and through, but yeah, it was pretty dangerous.
We also caught rattlesnakes by hand using a PVC pipe.
Run a loop of cord out one end and if you get it around the snake's head you can pull it tight and it'll on the snake by the head to the end of the pipe. Put on some leather gloves and you can handle it.
We went out in the summer to the one stretch of asphalt near a river where the snakes would lay out after coming down from the hills to drink.
Jumping off railroad trestles into the river.
I did that once. I don't like heights.
skinisblackmetallic@reddit
Sure, when my Dad was pissed he made me & my brother fight & whoever "lost" got the belt.
Opening_Put_1105@reddit
The woman who sewed my dance recital costumes lived with her son who was a convicted child molester. When I had to go to her house for fittings my mom would tell me to run to the fitting room, let the tailor take my measurements & then run out the door. Where was my mom? She stayed in the car smoking a cigarette.
SidePibble@reddit
In 1987, my car broke down outside of a concert venue that was outside of town (my friend and I weren't attending the concert, just hanging around). So we went to the cops that were nearby to see if we could get some help. They told us (both 16 year old females) that we better get on the road there and stick our thumbs out to take us to the nearest phone booth. So, of course, we did that and got a ride in a work van with 4 older men. Very lucky for us, they did just drive us to the phone booth. When I called my dad and told him what the cops said, he picked us up and drove us home, then he drove back out to where the cops were and gave them a piece of his mind. Oh, and he had obviously been drinking. Anyway, I'm glad we weren't kidnapped, and I have no idea how my dad wasn't arrested.
Quix66@reddit
Used to walk 15-20 minutes from my mom’s boyfriend’s place to the Howard Bros discount store through blocks of apartment buildings and past an open field. One day his daughter wasn’t there so I went by myself. A man cut me off in an open jeep and tried to make me go with him to have sex. My age of 12 didn’t matter to him. I started backing away and screaming and he peeled off. I ran past the field as fast as I could to get to the store to call my mom. She told me it was over and to walk myself back home. I stopped walking there after that. That field was too scary and too isolated even though it was in the middle of the city.
watmough@reddit
haha! i did stuff like that too..not quite missing for 2 days..but my best friend and i would both say we were going to each others house then hitch hike to wherever and tgry and make it home the next day.
Theunpolitical@reddit
Dad would have us get in the middle of the car engine on his Chevy to help him. He wanted us to hold onto something because we had small arms and hands and then he would turn on the car to hear if it was still rattling! Sometimes even rev the gas to see if he could hear it.
The good old days where kids futures weren't really certain and were alive now only by luck!
lynndi0@reddit
My mother took me to her hippie boyfriend's brother's band recording session in San Jose in 1981, when I was 11. Mom subsequently disappeared with her boyfriend in a haze of pot smoke, and I was left to be watched over by the rest of the band overnight as they recorded. I crawled behind a couch and slept there.
Iknowyaplannedit@reddit
So many…
We lived in a rural country area and spent every minute outside. When we were 11-12, my friend and I almost drowned when after days of nonstop rainstorms we went to see how high the creek was and discovered it had become a raging river. While standing on the big slippery rocks at edge of this churning terrifying body of water, she slipped, grabbed my windbreaker, and pulled us both right into it.
Luck was with us. She never let go of me, and while we were being tossed around like clothes in a washing machine without being able to tell which way was up, somehow the sleeve of my windbreaker snagged on the branches of a tree that had fallen from the river bank. It pulled me to surface, I brought her with me, and used the remaining vestiges of my energy to drag us both along the tree until we reached shore.
Two years before that, further down on this same creek during the dead of winter, I was with my older sister and her friends when they decided to see if the ice covering it was strong enough to hold them if they crossed it. My then 10 year old sister was halfway across when we heard a resounding crack and then the ice just collapsed all around where she was standing and she went completely under. Her friend Melissa was closest and she went down flat in her stomach and reached into the hole where my sister had disappeared. She managed to feel the hood of my sister’s coat and yanked it upwards and brought my sister to the surface.
In the trailer park in this neighborhood there was a section that had a menacing group of teenaged boys who regularly sexually harassed all of us girls on the bus, when we walked to the store, rode bikes, etc. On more than one occasion, we had all been chased by them, sometimes when we were in pairs, sometimes when we were alone. Once I was on my bike and they chased me until in until I had to hide under a bridge, praying the entire time they wouldn’t find me and thankfully they didn’t. I was only about 8 or 9 but I knew what whet they would do to me if they caught me because they told us enough times in graphic detail what it would entail.
So many more like this, and I learned to stop sharing them in mixed company because of the horrified looks I would get when I thought they were just entertaining takes on a childhood everyone experienced (clearly NOT).
None of those stories were ever shared with our parents because we knew they would be angrier with us for making “dumb” decisions.
Username_888888@reddit
I took gymnastics classes when I was about 6 years old in the late 1970s. I had a gymnastics teacher who would use a 6-inch-long needle, place it on the mat beneath us and say, “Do a back bend.” Ours moms were sitting right there and didn’t say anything!
Apprehensive-Wear205@reddit
We used to buy condoms from the gas station bathroom and chase the neighborhood girls around with them. We were 12-13. Maybe traumatic for them…
late-nitelabtech@reddit
We used to find them on the dirt road by the river, scoop them up with sticks and fling them at each other. We were girls by the way.
CaliRollerGRRRL@reddit
EWWWWW GROSS 🤢☹️
MidwestAbe@reddit
We threw Molotov cocktails at each other in a city street at about 1 am and set my pants on fire.
Stop drop and roll works.
So the next day we got a buddy on a BMX bike and covered his legs in petroleum jelly (thought it prevented burns). And wrapped his pant legs in paper towels soaked in lighter fluid. Set him a fire and shoved him down the hill with our VHS camera rolling. He got hot and thank goodness we were smart enough to pick a hill with a creek at the bottom for him.
Terrifying? Stupid for sure.
Few classes above me had their valedictorian drive her car through someone's living room drunk off her ass. Pinned a kid to the back of the sofa. No charges.
Hung out in Cabrini Green as 17 year old white kids from downstate because people were nice enough to us to sell us booze without an ID.
I'm sure there are more. My parents cared about me, we just could do so much more and never have to think about the consequences.
chamrockblarneystone@reddit
My aunts and uncles were Woodstock generation. Imagine an 8 year old in summer pajamas wandering around a keg party at midnight. God it was fun.
My gramma’s big ol house only had one bathroom, so my dad would station me at the door to charge a quarter to those in need at these keg parties. I would make like $10 and then bring my little brother and sister to the five and dime for a pig out the next day.
AproposOfDiddly@reddit
I lived in a city area of single family homes. All of the neighborhood kids used to love to go and play in “the ditch.” Here’s a Google Maps view of the area where we used to play. It was basically a huge concrete drainage ditch with a slimy stream of neighborhood drainage water. The concrete walls were slanted (think of the drag race scene in Grease, exactly like that), and the only way to get to the bottom of the ditch was to run down that super slanted concrete wall. And of course, we would run down those walls with reckless abandon over and over.
Kids would ride their BMX bikes and skateboards up and down the slanted walls, and sometimes “hide” under the bridge which functioned as a makeshift clubhouse. We would also do things like catch tadpoles with our hands from the stream and put them in glass jars, making them our temporary pets. As an adult, it slightly horrifies me that we put our hands in that toxic sludge of a creek that I am sure was filled with the runoff of lawn chemicals and car fluids waste that were commonly used then but highly illegal now.
CallingDrDingle@reddit
I remember when I was 8 my parents took me with them to Hawaii. One day my dad rented a boogie board and we got so far away out in the ocean we couldn’t see the shore.
We started trying to get back and my dad’s legs got cut up pretty bad. It took us over an hour to make it to shore due to the current.
I don’t know how we weren’t accosted by a shark, due to my dad bleeding, but we lucked out I guess.
viewering@reddit
my friend ran away for two weeks and slept in a park. at the time i had to move countries and both together was terrifying.
nrith@reddit
We drank water from hoses.