I was 4 years old and real sick. My mother and grandmother held me down and jammed a rectal thermometer up my tailpipe to get my temperature. I kicked and screamed furiously the whole time.
My grandmother pulled the thermometer out, shook it and never looked at my temperature. My mother yelled at her and they had to hold me down again and repeat the whole process again. I kicked, screamed and cried again. It sucked. I hated my grandma for about 10 minutes.
That was in North Bergen, NJ--- 1978.
2007-08-09 05:59:34 · 17 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
When I was 5 one girl always stayed on my way and said me that she will beat me, She never made that.When she grow up, I sow her that something is not good with her helath and said self: Oh, I see that problem wasn't in me!
2007-08-09 06:06:32 · answer #1 · answered by Denicia 6 · 0⤊ 1⤋
That's awful!! No child should have to go through that.
What happened to me what was maybe the worst experience was my 13th birthday. I lived on a Military Base at the time (I'm an army brat). I went for a walk along the trail behind the house where I always went when I wanted to think. The trail overlooked the Pacific Ocean (Unfortunately Hiway 1 was between me and the ocean, but I transgress)
Anyway, there were these bushes there, what we used to hide in. A man grabbed me, pulled me in and put a gun to my head. He was a military police man, and recked of alcohol. He forced me to perform oral s*x on him. When I didn't, he ****** the gun. I did what he asked. He then let me go. He said he knew who my dad was and if I told anyone he'd have my dad busted to civilian. I went home, went to my room, didn't come out until my mom called me for dinner. I never told my family about it. (Just typing it makes me feel real sad all over again)
Fort Ord California, 1967
2007-08-09 13:12:55 · answer #2 · answered by Linda 6 · 3⤊ 0⤋
my worst experience as a child was when I lost my forefinger on my right hand. I was trying to stop my older brother who was 3 at the time from chopping up small oil bottles with an old dull axe. I reached over the chopping block the same time the axe came down, thus ended up chopping off the forefinger completely, and the middle finger was hanging by a piece of skin. the forefinger couldn't be saved but the middle one was saved. I was only 2 at the time. This was in Piccadilly Newfoundland-1977.
2007-08-09 13:07:02 · answer #3 · answered by Madonna S 3 · 2⤊ 1⤋
When I was 6 years old I was lost in Mall of America for 3 hours. I cried alot and finally some lady helped me and put it on loud speaker, my mom felt so bad she bought me a toy and icecream.
1986. St.paul, Minnesota
2007-08-09 13:03:23 · answer #4 · answered by Love Me Tender* 4 · 3⤊ 0⤋
Seeing my parents split around the age of 9 and then moving to Hillbilly town from Chicago at the age of 11. It would take a huge toll on me and my self-esteem in my teen and adult years!
2007-08-09 13:08:55 · answer #5 · answered by Kraziegurl79 ist ein Rock Star 7 · 2⤊ 1⤋
When i was in 3rd grade I had a pair on corduroy pants with a sucky zipper and button....i had to pee REALLY BAD and i couldn't get them off so i peed down my leg in the school bathroom....i was sooo embarrassed
2007-08-09 13:04:42 · answer #6 · answered by Michelle B 3 · 2⤊ 0⤋
lol...poor you...
Mine would have to be when I was going fishing in the creek across from our house...Found this little hill to sit on..ended up being eaten alive by red ants...I was 8
Or the time when my horrible red headed sister made me go into the ancient porta potty on my grandparents property, and held the door shut so I couldn't get out...she's evil..still to this day...grrrrrrr
2007-08-09 13:03:54 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
my mother beat me so hard in the parking lot of a store and i bled so bad from the top of my head, when we got home i filled the bath tub with blood.
her rage is the worst memory. all the times she showed that rage...
2007-08-09 13:31:09 · answer #8 · answered by diana g 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Ouch!!! I remember getting lost and running into a stranger's house looking for my mom. I don't know who was more afraid, me or the people who lived in that house!
2007-08-09 13:02:49 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
lol i chocked on an orange while i was doing a project for school in the 5th grade... i couldnt get it out so my partner (for the project) reached down my throat and ripped it out... the project was on the state of Oregon... and i will never travel there nor will i ever eat an orange ever again!!
2007-08-09 13:07:52 · answer #10 · answered by sharpie2292 3 · 2⤊ 1⤋