Do you have any bad childhood memories?

I had a very difficult childhood. My family is made up of mostly junkies, my closest relatives have been constantly unstable. The most stable of them went to prison for manslaughter at 17 years old, so he wasn't around for my childhood. My mother is crazy, her mother is crazier. My father was absent. My mother had very bad taste in men. This all led to many traumas.

I used to tell myself when I was young that if my mother had loved me, she would've aborted me; that that's how I knew she didn't love me.
I don't blame her as much anymore. She's crazy and she loves me as best she understands love.

The one that bothers me the most is when I was about 10 and living in Florida. My sister was 3 at the time.

My sister and I must have done something together that my father didn't like. We might have acted up at the store or something, we messed with each other a lot.

I remember it vividly. I had my hands on the back of the couch and my pants down, my father had just finished belting me with his leather braided belt. He moved on to my sister. He made me watch as part of my punishment.

He hit her with the belt, she screamed and screamed and finally fell to the floor unconscious. He got angry and started hitting her again after she peed on the floor and she woke up screaming.

Every now and then, I will close my eyes and see it again. I'll hear her screaming and sometimes I will picture the situation going differently. I will run into the kitchen, grab a knife and stab him and just keep stabbing at him until he subdues me. Sometimes I will run to the neighbor's house, pound on the door and beg for him to come help my sister. I am so ashamed that I stood there and watched him beat my helpless little sister and I did nothing.

I have a few other bad memories. Being on the floor, begging my parents to kill me as one was belting me and the other laughed and told me that I was lucky I wasn't being killed or sent to foster care. Being hit in the face so hard that I am knocked over and almost in slow motion, watching the tile come at me from my side and hit me in the face and listening to him tell me "I didn't hit you that hard! Get up! You're being dramatic!", feeling his fingers on the back of my throat...

I swear, I will never allow that man anywhere near my children. In many ways... I am glad he left my life.

This may be weird but... I have some (quite clear) memories of a guy who worked for my dad, sexually touching me when I was around 4 - 6 years old. The strange thing is this memories are not traumatizing or upsetting as they should be. I mean, they're obviously not happy memories and certainly not pleasant, but they don't have any impact on my life or the way I am now. Just thought I'd share this :P

I was in about 1st grade I got really badly hurt in gym class I called my mum she said she couldnt come get me cause she was SLEEPING. The school nurse bandaged my broke leg up best she could and stayed wit me.

I have alot with my mum she's always put my older sister first till this day it hurts my heart and i wish I could say its different now but my sisters in jail and my mum still gives her all her love.. she once told me that since my sister is troubled (does drugs, shop lifts, got pregnant at young age) that she needs her more then me..but really the one not loved at all feels the most alone. Parents should remember that. You have no idea how much i think about just dying.

I do, but I think my memory sort of represses them a bit. I'm very sentimental about my childhood, it's really special to me. That's mainly because I only think about the time I spent with my friends or alone and the few family members who I actually like. If I think about my memories with other family members, they're usually bad. Especially with my mam and aunty. There were definitely problems with my childhood, and I wasn't always happy. I've always been considered the odd one in the family and I was very misunderstood by certain family members, and I hated it. To be honest, I'm still very much the same person, especially in terms of personality traits. I still get the same treatment as I did as a kid. I try to focus on the positive memories, though.

When I was about four years old I fell from a mango tree and landed on a piece of metal. The scar is still here - a long scar.

Ha, I knew this was coming after the do you have any childhood memories post.

1) Before kindergarten started my mom taught me how to tie my shoes. I didn't get it the first time and she yelled at me. I remember being scared and I was crying, but after I finally got it she was happy.

There was one other time that I remember clearly when she got angry with me (not sure what about) before school and I went to school crying. It wasn't just the yelling it was the way she looked, like she was crazed.

2) I was 11 or 12 and didn't want to sleep in the same room as my mom anymore. (We shared a room because there were seven people and three bedrooms.) When she told me to come to bed I said no. I said I wanted to sleep in the living room on the couch and she got angry. She told me to come on but I didn't want to so I didn't move. And she got even more pissed off and grabbed my arm. I might say it's the closest I've been to thinking she was going to hurt me. Anywho I got my way and she left.

3) I posted this on IIN a while back and am a little embarrassed about it but what the hell. My mom picked out my clothes for me, dressed and undressed me and bathed me till I was 12. Actually, for a while she only bathed me on Sundays and I remember going to school feeling like shit.

4) I remember one day when my mom and I were sleeping (we shared an air mattress) I was still awake and she started talking really fast about I don't remember it was nonsense but I remember being scared shitless. Like in the movies when the crazy person is talking to themselves and chanting that's what it was.

I wouldn't consider my childhood perfect, but with all these stories here of abuse and trauma, complaining about anything in my own childhood would make me feel like a privileged brat. I don't stop to think often enough about how lucky I was to have two parents who loved me, loved each other, and were able to get me into schools with almost no bullying...I really don't appreciate it enough. I wish things were still that simple.

One time i was riding a bicycle and then when i woke up i was dead.

I have unpleasant memories, but not bad ones.

My mother was in the hospital to have six cysts removed from her womb when I was a little boy and back then they kept you longer, several weeks in her case. A Baptist minister started working on her and she got "saved" in a very fundamentalist sense.

When she arrived home and began feeling better and, to all appearances, with the church's encouragement, she began judging everyone and telling them how they should act. No dancing, playing cards, or smoking, yada, yada, yada! My dad, a business owner who provided handsomely for her and wasn't averse to having a little snort on occasion, would have none of it and called her new found friends hypocrites.

The result was an intense battle fought with accusations, recriminations, declarations and a lot of really loud yelling. It made me very unhappy for a while and also affected my two younger brothers.

Eventually my dad sort of compromised and attended a Seventh Day Adventist church where they partially observed Jewish dietary laws like no pork, etc and observed the day of rest on the Jewish Shabbas which is Saturday. It always struck me as a strange compromise while it lasted.

Over the years, my mother backslid away from the Baptist church which seemed to be a good thing. It left a small scar on me but I'm so far beyond that now that it's only a distant, poignant memory.

I hated being a kid, having to do as I was told all the time,having to go to school, which I hated with a vengeance, & of course, being raised by a pair of idiots who should never have reproduced for the sake of the gene pool. The one good thing about my childhood is that I wasn`t sexually abused like some unfortunate kids. All in all I would happily have skipped the first 20 years of my life because those years are a waste of time anyway!

Well, there was that that one time when my "friends" made fun of me for watching Sailor Moon.

AND the time my third grade teacher yelled at me and humiliated me in front of the entire class.

But as far as elementary school goes, that's pretty much it.

No my life was unrealistically perfect. I was floating on clouds and sliding on rainbows. I rode a kind herbivore dinosaur to school which actually took place at Chuckie Cheese and had no academic classes whatsoever. My parents were robots and fed me ice cream every night for dinner and I didn't have a bedtime. I was a millionaire and I lived in a mansion with every toy you could imagine and I had a pool filled with chocolate pudding in my 3000000000000000 square feet backyard. None of my childhood friends neglected me, I got straight A's, my parents never grounded me and my life was better than you could ever possibly imagine. I had a great childhood.

Ok you big faggot, I'll answer the fucking question! Plenty. especally in 5th grade and 7th grade. I'll never froget what I did on March 27 on the playground back in 5th grade.

A lot of unpleasant things happened within my family. but whatever. Um I had my best school years before 4th grade. I was relatively popular and happy. Then, I moved into a new building and met a girl who I thought was my best friend because we spent practically every day of the summer together. She convinced me to change schools so we could be together. Turns out she was a flaming, duplicitous, black soul of a cunt (yes, she really does deserve that). Not only did she start treating me like shit, but all of a sudden I was the weird new girl everyone hated. No one talked to me. I couldn't believe I was being ostracized. For the two years I was there it pretty much stayed like that. Can you believe she convinced me to change schools and then used every chance she got to embarrass me?

She was jealous of me? She had no reason to be jealous of me, she and her family had everything. She HATED me for some reason, I'll never know.

I wish I never met her and wonder what life would have been like if I had not been moved to change schools. I was very happy where I was.

I'm not even going to tell anybody my about my bad childhood memories. They are secrets that no one in the world knows. I will keep them buried within me for eternity

Why do you have to call us little bitches?

Yup.

Haha, I laughed at your description XD

Just lonely ones.

Everyone has bad memories. No one has the perfect childhood even if it seems like they do. Everyone deals with situations in different ways. Something of a no big deal to you can be a traumatic memory to another person.
I do have bad childhood memories but really, who doesn't? I'm not going to put the blame on my parents, no matter what they have done. Being a parent is extremely hard and in my opinion my parents put their all into it. Sometimes it is just inevitable to avoid bad situations which lead to bad chilhood memories.

My only bad childhood memory is moving to the US.

I dunno. I consider my childhood still in progress, although only for 5 more months. I have memories of relatively minor but still pretty bad bullying, periods where I was so scared of petty playground socializing where I'd lock myself in the toilets all lunchtime, every lunchtime, not sure if I wanted people to realise I was gone hiding or not and times when my dogs have died, which rank among the worse.

Of course, there have been loads of objectively great things about my childhood. I tend to focus far too much on the bad times.

I was bullied up untill i was done in 10th grade, it was a constant strugle, and when you don`t have any friends to hang out with in your spare time, i was mostly depressed, but now i am totaly fine, i feel like this is nothing compared to what other people have experienced, but thats my story, and i am proud to be able to tell it

Well, I was bullied pretty badly in school, but other than that, I had a pretty good childhood.

3rd grade. Other kids would beat me up everyday and call me names. One time in particular this kid kicked me in my stomach right after his friends throw me on the ground. Every. Single. Day. Those kids would bully the crap out of me, a part of me sort of thinks I deserve to be treated like that, but I know I don't. Still, I hated that year but what I hate more is how that year made me a cynic and a complete misanthrope.

None I care to think about.

I've never met anyone whose childhood has been completely devoid of bad experiences.

What do you mean by "childhood"? Does anything under 18 count?

Allot of bad/unpleasant things happened to me, but for the life of me I can't seem to remember them. I'll get extremely unpleasant flashbacks every now and then, but I have to wonder if any of them really occurred and that my mind didn't fabricate them.