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At the age of about 8 or 9 I once wanted to stay up later than my designated bed time, so I sat on the stairs for ages coming up with the perfect story. I went in to the front room and told my mum I was feeling really ill and couldn't sleep. I told her I had a headache and sore eyes and my skin hurt all over. Complete lies, but I got in to the mindset of it and acted it really well.
Anyway, after staying up for another hour or so I went to bed, only to wake up the next morning with a really bad headache, sore eyes and skin that hurt all over. After that I was convinced that I could make anything happen if I truly believed it. I used to sit and 'meditate' and focus on the things that I wanted to come true in my life. My first focus was that I wanted to become captain of my football team. I focused on that intensely for a few weeks and low and behold one Sunday my manager decided to make me captain.
After this I decided I was master of the universe, but my bubble soon burst when after weeks of focusing I still hadn't been to the moon and or have every shiny sticker in my premier league sticker book.
I was convinced there was a left and right sock. I would look at one before putting it on and judge if it was a righty or lefty before putting on. Never got it wrong ;-)
I miss those times where our bikes were our transportation to freedom, we rode around the region for hours, looking for free basket or football fields, or looking for dirt tracks where to play with our bmx (i did not have one until 15, while, i rode a old and heavy road bike my grandfather gave me), we were poor, children of the post-industrial crisis...
I still remember my father coming late home from work, to dinner with us, tired, totally wasted and smelling to diesel oil (he was an excavators mechanic, and the smell would not go even if he was showered twice...).
About 10 years old. Having a bit of a fall-out/fight with another local kid, I had on my BMX gloves, grabbed a handful of stinging nettles and rubbed them all over his face.
Quite possibly the most horrible thing I've ever done to someone in my life.
Grow up in the not so nice areas in Munich (nothing compared to US..) and Mom was alone. Tough, but good times! Thanks Mom :-)
There was an ad on TV for bread, and the ad-man kept saying how good the fresh-baked smell was. Of course we couldn't smell it through the TV, he suggested going to our local store to fix that. I was convinced for quite a while that there was a store in town that could make the TV emit smells.
Once biked full-pelt into a climbing frame with the intent of grabbing this bar across the middle and allowing my bike to carry on, a bit like Indiana Jones did with his horse (my inspiration). Anyway, I missed the bar, feeling it skim the top of my knuckle and veer towards my face in slow motion, smashing me straight in the nose.
I still live today with the reminder of a crooked, broken nose, blood everywhere and my mum saying "come on son, you'll be fine, just eat your dinner as I have to go out. And stop crying!"
if we ever played into ditches, our chances of getting attacked by Varans, was quite high,
we will kill a snake at least once a week,
lezard are bros though
used to watch friend's Mum's have sex with strangers.
porn mags in the bushes at the park
- older kids must've stolen them and stashed them there.microkorg
- I remember finding a huge bag of the things when I was about 7 or 8, swapping them for likely fuck all to a friend's older (12) brother.detritus
- omg we used to find heaps of that sort of shitrabbit
- yup with weirdly stained and used to be wet wrinklesmoldero
- Found a trash bag full of porn mags while riding bmx near the higway with fellas. Spitted with chaps, then my mom found them.ApeRobot
- The internet killed bush porn.microkorg
- @microkorg, went for a forest walk a few weeks ago, found some bush porn, they are still there to be found ehehheGeorgesII
- ^ a rarity in the wild. endangered species.microkorg
- what's a forest walk? url?uan
- ^ Think it was a typo. Did you mean Forest Wank?microkorg
I used to think entire movies, all the characters, set, everything was just behind the screen at the cinema.
i remember watching hackers and thinking my term doesnt look anything like that lol
I watched westerns and war movies with my grandpa and when soldiers were being shot and killed I would wonder "why would these actors sign up for this?"
I wondered why my uncle and my mom's best friend always disappeared 15 minutes into family gatherings and parties...
thought animations were real life - just shot with a special camera
I thought clouds could hold you up.
mad scientist seemed like a reasonable career
I used to get dirty and not have to clean up and mom made all my meals.
I used to think that men and woman were equally doomed as adults. Women would have to go through horrible pain during child birth and men would have to go to war.