What experience forced you to grow up before you were ready?

Answer 1

Moving out of home.

Answer 2

I am not sure it forced me to grow up before I was ready. I think that if some experience comes into our lives, we are ready to handle it, or we are not. So with that, it must have been my time...for I did. And I am grateful.

When I was a young girl, my father was an airline pilot. There are four of us kids, and my mom. I am the middle child and was always sensitive to the other members of my family. In this event. The phone rang very early in the morning, and it was someone telling my mom that my dad's airplane had been hijacked. The incident lasted a very long time, and eventually ended with JFK ordering the plane to be shot down, and not allowed to take off if it did so. Well, it did so, the plane was shot down and my Dad and those on the plane continued a very long drawn out situation on the tarmacs until an FBI agent put an end to it.

What changed me, is that I seemed to be the "pillar of iron" as they say, I kept the faith that all would work out fine, and I held each hand and helped them through a really tough time accepting their fear and helping them work through it.

Through this many things have come about since then, with the family and all, mine and others. I have a sense when things are amuck and I have a vision as to how to handle, manage or foresee the end result.

It may of took away some of my petty jealousy and envy as a young adolescent girl, but it gave me a sense of who I was and more, what the world is truly meant to be. I had many friends that oddly enough are still my friends decades later.

I grew up, in a way that I can truly appreciate now that I am all grown up. LOL. Good question.

Answer 3

My Mom abandoning my 5 year old sister and I just after my Dad died(I was 9 at the time). I was forced to "mother" my little sister at the age of 9 until the age of 12. At age 12 my Grandma took us in and I was able to be a kid again but those 3 years made a huge impact already I was a mini adult at age 12.
By "mother" my little sister I mean give her baths, make sure she did her homework and help her if necessary(good thing I was a smart little girl), make sure we had rides to school and home, cleaned the house etc etc. Btw, even though my mom was not at home I would lie to my Grandma and tell her she was sleeping or sick or had a headache so that my Grandma would take us to school.

Answer 4

dating

Answer 5

My Dad's second tour of duty in Vietnam with Marine Force Recon. As he was leaving for the plane, he told me that I was now the man of the house and to take care of my mother. That's a horrible thing to do to child. I couldn't play because I felt like I was letting Dad down while he was at war.
Then again as a teenager when my neighbor ended it all with a 20 gauge shot gun in his mouth. We cleaned up the mess so that his wife & daughter wouldn't have to. The next day when I was taking a load of laundry out of the dryer, a chunk of bone fell out. That was just about the creepiest thing ever for me.

Answer 6

the death of my brother when I was 9 and when I gave my son up for adoption when I was 16. Both sad experiences that forced me to grow up fast

Answer 7

Being attacked by 2 neighbourhood dogs when I was 3-4 years old..that was a jump-start for this life.

Answer 8

My mother having an abortion and ending up in a mental hospital when I was 7. I pretty much made my own way after that. My mom was in and out of hospitals most of her life, I just found out why last year when my dad died. Their decision affected my life, my mom's and my dad's dramatically, not to mention losing my only sibling in a Mexican shack. peace

Answer 9

Well, let's see: I had a baby when I was 17 years old, and my mother passed away when I was 18. She was my only support system.

Answer 10

having my first son at 20 years of age.