Terrible Parenting
My parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
( , Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
My parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
( , Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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I made it up!
Got to say it, my parents where great to me and my sisters, cant think of any bad stories about them at all, but this sordid story involves me and a "little" white lie i told my school..
When i was a wee lad of about 11-12 i would every week without fail find some excuse to miss PE (Gym for you americans), although one time the bastard teachers managed to get me to participate and so the lesson went well enough, the problem came afterwards when your meant to shower and get changed... well i refused to get in the showers as i was painfully shy of getting naked infront of everyone else, so the really nice teacher pulled me aside to ask why i refused to have a shower like everyone else.
So me in my pre-pubescent mind couldnt exactly say the real reason that i was way to shy as i had a small knob (at the time!) and hadnt quite hit puberty yet although it seemed to me everyone else had.. so whats the first thing that pops in my head, I bursted into tears and start pouring out this story of how im covered in bruises from where my mum and dad hit me constantly, so the teachers face just drops and he says "oh... ok.." and lets me off from having a shower. I never had to shower after PE again for the whole time i was at shool.
My god i felt like shit just after saying that to my teacher, but there was no way i could go back on it and say the real reason now could i.
You would think that my parents would suddenly have had a visit from social services, police or something, but nothing, to this day they still dont know!!
And this school is supposed to be rated as one of the top in the country and to think they left me to my misery of daily beatings (as they thought), bunch of bastards.
Edit: There goes my B3ta cherry!
( , Tue 21 Aug 2007, 0:37, Reply)
Got to say it, my parents where great to me and my sisters, cant think of any bad stories about them at all, but this sordid story involves me and a "little" white lie i told my school..
When i was a wee lad of about 11-12 i would every week without fail find some excuse to miss PE (Gym for you americans), although one time the bastard teachers managed to get me to participate and so the lesson went well enough, the problem came afterwards when your meant to shower and get changed... well i refused to get in the showers as i was painfully shy of getting naked infront of everyone else, so the really nice teacher pulled me aside to ask why i refused to have a shower like everyone else.
So me in my pre-pubescent mind couldnt exactly say the real reason that i was way to shy as i had a small knob (at the time!) and hadnt quite hit puberty yet although it seemed to me everyone else had.. so whats the first thing that pops in my head, I bursted into tears and start pouring out this story of how im covered in bruises from where my mum and dad hit me constantly, so the teachers face just drops and he says "oh... ok.." and lets me off from having a shower. I never had to shower after PE again for the whole time i was at shool.
My god i felt like shit just after saying that to my teacher, but there was no way i could go back on it and say the real reason now could i.
You would think that my parents would suddenly have had a visit from social services, police or something, but nothing, to this day they still dont know!!
And this school is supposed to be rated as one of the top in the country and to think they left me to my misery of daily beatings (as they thought), bunch of bastards.
Edit: There goes my B3ta cherry!
( , Tue 21 Aug 2007, 0:37, Reply)
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