Silly things you REALLY shouldn't have said as a kid.

[PurpleSky]

I really shouldn't have said "Don't call my brother stupid" because imediately after I broke the kid's nose,my mom was disapoint

But was your dad disapoint? I'm sure your brother also appreciated you sticking up for him.

I used to tell everyone I was a robot, or I was the offspring of Storm and Wolverine from the X-Men.

...this was in high school. FML

The only thing I remembered was my mom beating down on me so I would never do something like that again.I geniunly think I would have turned out to be a bully if not for her.


Also,what's wrong with Xmen?I'm surprised you in highschool even knew about them,girls here only wrote oracles for years on end.

Oracles? Like the Acient Greek Oracle who uttered nonsense and had priests translate for her? I'd rather have an adamantium skeleton, claws, fast regeneration, near immortality, and the ability to fly and control weather.

I beat all oracles hands down.

"Oh Great Oracle! Will the winds favor us on our journey across the Mediterranean?"

"You need good sailing wind? I'll give ya good sailing wind. Ba-da-boom. There ya go. Good sailing wind up the wazoo. And don't call me Great Oracle; I work for a livin'. I'm Stormverine."

She...she speaks with a Brooklyn accent. And also runs a trading racket in the Ancient World.

Also, I started reading about the X-Men when my brother borrowed comics from his friends. We were competitive and imaginative, and it was fun having epic mutant power fights with him, combined with "the floor is lava" game. So pretty much, he and I did the first "Obi-wan and Anakin fighting on a lava planet" scene.

First of all we don't even have any comic books or shops that sell them here even today(your jaw dropped)

Second,I don't know what you call them,but oracles are notebooks (made by girls usually) where you have a question on each page

Example: page 1 : what's your name? ;page 2: who is the cuttest girl/boy in school?

Stuff like that.Bleh.

 

[Paksenarrion]

I really shouldn't have said "Don't call my brother stupid" because imediately after I broke the kid's nose,my mom was disapoint

But was your dad disapoint? I'm sure your brother also appreciated you sticking up for him.

I used to tell everyone I was a robot, or I was the offspring of Storm and Wolverine from the X-Men.

...this was in high school. FML

The only thing I remembered was my mom beating down on me so I would never do something like that again.I geniunly think I would have turned out to be a bully if not for her.


Also,what's wrong with Xmen?I'm surprised you in highschool even knew about them,girls here only wrote oracles for years on end.

Oracles? Like the Acient Greek Oracle who uttered nonsense and had priests translate for her? I'd rather have an adamantium skeleton, claws, fast regeneration, near immortality, and the ability to fly and control weather.

I beat all oracles hands down.

"Oh Great Oracle! Will the winds favor us on our journey across the Mediterranean?"

"You need good sailing wind? I'll give ya good sailing wind. Ba-da-boom. There ya go. Good sailing wind up the wazoo. And don't call me Great Oracle; I work for a livin'. I'm Stormverine."

She...she speaks with a Brooklyn accent. And also runs a trading racket in the Ancient World.

Also, I started reading about the X-Men when my brother borrowed comics from his friends. We were competitive and imaginative, and it was fun having epic mutant power fights with him, combined with "the floor is lava" game. So pretty much, he and I did the first "Obi-wan and Anakin fighting on a lava planet" scene.

First of all we don't even have any comic books or shops that sell them here even today(your jaw dropped)

Second,I don't know what you call them,but oracles are notebooks (made by girls usually) where you have a question on each page

Example: page 1 : what's your name? ;page 2: who is the cuttest girl/boy in school?

Stuff like that.Bleh.

Wat.

My condolences for your lack of comic book shops.

Also...wat. *That*'s an oracle?! Here, let me change that...

page 1: What's your superhero/villain name?

page 2: who would win, Dick Cheney or Lex Luthor? Explain why.

There. Pass this along to the girls in your school to replace the passive BS that they currently have.

 

[PurpleSky]

Wat.

My condolences for your lack of comic book shops.

Also...wat. *That*'s an oracle?! Here, let me change that...

page 1: What's your superhero/villain name?

page 2: who would win, Dick Cheney or Lex Luthor? Explain why.

There. Pass this along to the girls in your school to replace the passive BS that they currently have.

That's what they called it anyway,and thank god I haven't seen one of those in years.

 

[Shockolate]

Age 9. Called my 16 year old Baby sitter a slut.

Ah, to be young and foolish. I've got so many better words for her now.

I was grounded for the next week.

 

[faceless chick]

well when i was 2 i told a kind old neighbor lady that i hate her.
i have no idea why i said that, but she ran away crying.

 

[TheRightToArmBears]

I called a character in a story I wrote Dildo (it was a copy of Bilbo! I didn't know!)

 

[Dr. Awesome Face]

When I was like 7 or something my docor said "here's my card' to my mum. Being young and easily distracted I had misheard what he had actually said as: c**t. When we were driving home I asked my mum what a c**t was. She was speechless.

 

[Exmigrant]

After crushing my two berries by crashing a bike into a curb I told my Grandparents, who were teaching me to ride my bike, "they got pads for your knees and elbows, but they need to make padths for your privaths." Had a bit of a lisp back then.

 

[Soxafloppin]

I can remember seeing black people for the first time and actually approaching them to ask them about it....Awk...ward...

 

[King of the Sandbox]

I said marriage was stupid.

Then I grew up and got married, and am now loving having a partner in life. It's soooooooo much easier, plus the gov'ment gives you extra monies. ^_^

 

[Legion]

Oh, another story from my oddly varied time at primary school (I wish I was still this exciting):

There was a grumpy old cow whose garden backed onto the school fields. She used to complain to the Headteacher about noise, and footballs going into her garden and the like. She used to have a pair of huge dogs that barked and barked at us, constantly.

A few days before the following events happened, a dog had jumped up at my dad and he'd told it to 'fuck off', before getting an earful off me mam for swearing in front of me (I'd be about 6 or so). To cover his tracks, he'd later told me that 'fuck off' meant 'go away' in dog-speak.

Skip forward a few days and I'm playing football with some mates, and out come the dogs, barking and barking. So armed with my new knowledge, I fix them with a glare and yell 'fuck off, dogs! Fuck off!'. Out comes the old bint, who hears a 6 year old telling her dogs to fuck off and marches straight down to the Headmaster to report said incident.

That... was brilliant.

I called a character in a story I wrote Dildo (it was a copy of Bilbo! I didn't know!)

On a related note, you reminded me of the time I asked my dad what a Dildo was after watching South Park for the first time when I was around 9. If I recall correctly he refused to tell me so I looked it up in the dictionary.

 

[almostnot]

When I was in primary school I was a very hungry growing lad on school dinners. When I complained about the small portions at my primary school my Uncle, who was a font of knowledge to me at that age, informed me that I could get more food by asking for seconds.

Or, and I shit you not, the more commonly used abbreviation, secs...

So, I strolled proudly into school the next day, ate all my lunch in the hall and then walked bold as brass the to dinner lady and said:

"I've finished my food, can I have secs please?"

As you can imagine I was hauled off pretty quickly to my teacher who had to explain to me why it wasn't a very good abbreviation.

When word got back to my Uncle he pi$$ed himself laughing for a very long time...

Ahh, family...

 

[Anthropaphagi]

Shortly after I began kindgarten, in fact, it must have been within the first week, I informed my teacher that I didn't know who the hell she thought she was, but she was not to speak to me in that tone of voice after reprimanding me for not playing with the other kids. Suffice it to say I was thrown out of her class as she couldn't deal w/ my insubordination.

I also barged in on several men, in various states of relieving themselves and informed them that they would have to leave the bathroom because I had to go. This was during my father's company picnic. The line to the lady's room was, as is typical, too bloody long, and at the age of 4 one does not stand on ceremony when needing to tinkle. They were all rather amused, though slightly horrified at this tiny female barking orders at them w/ their trousers open/down. They asked me to turn around so they could sort themselves, and all left, except one who stood guard at the front entrance to make sure no one came in to bother me, which was very nice of him.

I was a terror at 4.

 

[Mr Companion]

In primary school we were supposed to to write farewell messages to a teacher. I wanted to write the sentence "I really liked you"
I accidentally written "I really licked you"
We all had a good laugh about it.

 

[yankeefan19]

I called my teacher a ***** and got told on by someone who overheard. If I hadn't cared when I was caught, I would have probably stated, "but it's fact! you can ask almost anyone!"

 

[Icecoldcynic]

Well I have a couple. When I was REALLY young, I mean under 5, I used to watch Gladiators on TV. Now there was a black guy on it called 'Shadow', and whenever I saw a black man in the streets i'd turn to my mum and loudly say "Mummy, is that Shadow?" while pointing in his direction.

Another was when I was at a playgroup at a church which my mum had brought me to, about the same age, probably a bit younger. The church provided free shelter for homeless people, and seeing one such homeless man, I pointed at him and said "Is that God?".

I suppose I wasn't very good at identifying people back then.

 

[Om Nom Nom]

"Sex" is never a valid answer when you're eight. For any question. Evar. Especially when speaking to an overly conservative witch of a teacher.

Social services were almost involved.

 

[andrat]

Hmm.
People at my school killed by drunk driver.
I was really pissed off one day for some reason, can't remember why for the life of me. People kept harassing me to do something or other involving the one person that went to my school. I was getting tired of it so I said: "Fuck off, I didn't know them, I don't care, it's not my god damn fault they were plastered to a fucking windshield."

The bright side is, it shut them right up. Till one of them told his friends.

That was a realllllll fun summer, always looking over my shoulder and getting death threats and such.

Also, the people that were hit were a bunch of stoners anyways.