The moment of realization. Social network users share stories from his childhood, which seemed to them perfectly normal, until they grew up. Part 1
Agree, childhood, each of us is different. Yes, there are some similarities, but, anyway, we all spent time time differently. Catch-up, playing football in the yard, drinking tea and playing with dolls, horror night with friends - all this has to remember everyone.
But in the world there are those who do not like to remember the time when they were little. So, we offer you heed the stories of real people who talk about the traumatic episodes from his childhood.
The betrayal of his father
"When I was about 6 years old, my father had an affair with a girl who was much younger than him. They often met and talked on the phone and so on. When there was a holiday, I and dad always went to a white house. There we waited for that young lady. Of course, my father did not think I understand everything, but I knew perfectly well, and he knew what he was doing with her when they left me in front of the TV, which were cartoons, while they themselves were raised ostensibly to talk to her bedroom.
I remember that every time I came back, she handed me a large Snickers and said that steals my dad for a few minutes. I still remember the cartoon, which is watched until my father was having sex with his mistress. I never said anything to my mother. I was all perfectly clear, but I did not want to hurt her. Soon the woman became my stepmother. With dad she lived for almost 20 years. My mother was six months pregnant when her father began to change "- pretty_little_liar89.
The failed abduction
When I was about 6 years old, my family rented a small farm. She was off the highway and had a long road leading to the main street. At the owner of the land he was very intelligent and a large German shepherd named Lady. I spent with her most of my free time. One lady ran to the side of the road, and I decided to go for it. When we came near us braked blue pickup, and a woman came out of it. She came to me and began to say that the Lady was her dog, which she gave to the shelter when she was little.
When she tried to get closer to me, Lady snarled at her, and she backed away. I do not really remember what happened next. I remember fragments of what she really wanted, so I climbed into her pickup, but the lady did not take his eyes off her and everyone just started to growl when a woman approached me. In the end, she left, never enticed me into his pickup. That night, I mentioned this to my brother saying that I met former mistress Lady. The next six years, I have not thought about this incident.
But one day, when I was a teenager, my brother reminded me of the story. He said, "Listen, you do realize that this lady obviously wanted to kidnap you?". take the floor for me was a bolt from the blue. When the dog knows someone (especially the previous owner of the good), it is usually good-naturedly welcomes it. But then the lady began to defend me. One shudders to think of what I would do without it then "- Sasshea.
"When I was 3 or 4, my father's colleague tried to kidnap me. I was sitting on the child seat in the car, and he told me that he had a different, cool, baby seat, and I would not want to ride with him on his pick-up truck? I remember all that worried me - it is inconvenient child seat, and I did not care where and to whom to go, but to get out of it. I was lucky because my father came on time, asked what was going on, and when I said that my uncle invites me to go to him, he immediately understood and stopped the guy in the face. I have no idea why this psycho occurred to him to try to take me somewhere right from the parking lot near the office of my father, but I still vividly remember that moment "- krrcjr121612.
A man in a blood
"I grew up in a rather small and peaceful town. When I was 8 or 9 years old, I rode my bike around the block, while my mother and her friend were chatting at home. Near our house located three more of the same, and behind them was a big house, where a few families once lived. One of the locals was an invalid, and I made another circle, I saw him walking across the lawn next to the big white house and reeling. From head to foot he was covered in something red and shiny. I then thought that this could well be blood, but decided to dismiss these thoughts, because I thought it was my imagination.
In any case, I went home and told my mother and her friend about what she had seen a man who is there is bleeding, or has been up and down covered with ketchup. A friend of my mother decided to check out, and when he returned, he said, the guy covered in blood. My mother called an ambulance, but later that night, she told me that the man I saw, he died in a hospital because he had a disease, because of which blood just could not curl up. It turned out that he was hit several times with the other inhabitants of this large white house.
My mother did not use the word "murder", and we did not have at the time of the TV, so I no one to speak the truth. When I was a teenager, I reminded my mother that way. She said that a man was beaten neighbors, but he managed to escape. At the end she added that in some way I have extended his life for a few hours and made it possible for the police to catch criminals in hot pursuit "- GeckoPassion.