Kids are oblivious to many things go around them, and it could take years before they realize what was actually going on.
Below are stories of situations kids found themselves in, and what they realized about them later on. Check them out!
I do not know if this completely counts but when I went to a school that was about 80% African American. As one of the only white kids at the school and is a very strange kid, I was picked on a ton there. The teachers tried to make me feel better by saying that one day I would own the factory all the other kids worked in. Later on, I realized it was blatantly racist.
It’s not a game, it’s real life.
My friend and I used to play Tomb Raider as little seven-year-olds.
We found this knocked over bin, filled it with bricks (don’t even know where we got them from) and pushed it down a ditch whilst ‘Lara’ ran away from it, pretending it was a giant boulder.
Thank God nobody died.
My sister and I made ‘adult films’ with Barbie dolls when we were 10 and 12. Our parents were quite embarrassed when they found out since they had lent out the camera to a work colleague and the colleague watched the entire thing.
I wanna blow up bullets!
My dad used to go hunting and my brother and I found some of his bullets in the shed once. We thought it would be cool to see them explode so we threw them on the ground. When that didn’t work we started throwing rocks at them. We eventually stopped when we went and asked our mom for a hammer and she asked us what it was for.
A group of heroes.
When I was like 7 or 8 I almost got kidnapped and didn’t even realize it. We lived literally right across the street from my school and I was supposed to go straight home but I had $5 and went to the store that’s just a couple blocks over. I knew I’d get in trouble if I got caught so I was really nervous. This guy pulls up and tells me my parents sent him to get me, my dumb self-thought he was from the school or something and I’d been busted.
I was pretty close to getting into his backseat when a group of neighborhood thugs ran up and just started beating this guy up and they were yelling at me so I took off running home. One was running after me and when we got close to my house he started yelling my dad’s name. I got in trouble for not coming home and talking to strangers but my parents never said I almost got kidnapped and I didn’t even realize it until I got older. Years later I asked my parents about it and they said people noticed that guy talking to kids that were walking home from school and the older guys in the neighborhood started watching for him.
Layers of cringe.
Peeing in water balloons with your friends then laying on your back and putting them on your stomach just to feel the heat of them radiate through you.
The expiration date on our milk jugs growing up was often WAY out of date. The milk seemed very watery as well. You had to shake it up or stir it to get it to be anything close to milk consistency.
I asked my parents about it a few times, but they always changed the subject. I later found an empty box of powdered milk while looking through the trash for a toy I lost. I quickly realized my parents were refilling real milk jugs with powdered milk so we would think it was real milk.
Odd talent for a pregnant woman.
My friend’s mom had this neat trick where she balanced her beer on her pregnant belly. We thought it was so cool that she could hold it with no hands.
What could it have meant?
My dad used to send my mom flowers and sign “from George.” It was supposedly a funny joke.
Now I can’t figure out why that was funny and if they were really from my dad.
Who was that person?
I was out at our cabin in the remote mountainous wilderness of Colorado with my dad and had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. This necessitated a flashlight and shoes because the outhouse was far away.
There was no one but me and my dad for miles in any direction. So I thought.
I suddenly heard voices in the distance and stopped in my tracks. It seemed to be coming from my right, deep in the woods in the middle of nowhere a quarter of a mile from the road. Being 11 and unafraid of the world, I foolishly yelled: “Who’s out there?”
There was silence for a few seconds, then a shouted string of profanity so vulgar it terrified my virgin ears.
I stood stock still for a moment like a terrified rabbit but heard nothing else, so I ran back to the house and woke my dad up. He got up, loaded his gun, and turned all the lights on, but we never heard another sound.
To this day, we have not seen or heard another person within 15 miles of the cabin.
When I was about 12 years old, I was being chased by a bee and tried to run away from it during a huge boy scout camping trip. For about 30 seconds I heard a guy repeatedly yell “cease fire.”
I was unaware I had been running in circles through an active archery field.
When I was 4 my next door neighbor was pretty and I liked her. She came over a bit and we (my brother and sis and her bro) played together quite a bit.
One day it was just me and her playing in the veggie patch at the back of the yard and we decided we wanted to have sex.
So we put soil and rocks and marbles in our underpants and told each other what we liked about each other whilst holding hands.
Coolest dad around.
My family’s station wagon blew a flat in the middle of the night on I-95, as we exited the city of Miami. I was 5 years old and riding along with my mom, grandparent, sibling, and dad, who was driving when the tire blew. It was the 80’s. When the tire blew, everyone freaked out a bit. For some reason, my dad kept driving on the flat, even though we were traveling at a high speed. Eventually, the tire wore down or fell off and we were riding on the rim, sparking down the freeway in the middle of the night. I remember the energy in the car turned to fear, but something was off. I was told when I was older, that my dad saw a man in the center median, throw a strip of nails attached to something into the middle of the highway, which my dad could not avoid. Turns out, people were using this method to rob and car jack highway drivers in the middle of the night. My dad somehow was aware of what was happening and responded accordingly by not stopping to change the tire for several miles. Luckily we had a full-size spare. We changed the tire several miles down the road and made it home safely.
The cranky old hero.
When I was 10 I was given some money to go to gas station to get some soda and candy for me and my mom. When I was walking to the store a guy in an old car came driving real slow like. He asked me if I wanted a ride. I said yes.
He starts asking me about school and stuff starts getting weird. It smells awful in his car. So we are at a stop light across from the gas station, I bolt. I run to the gas station and started jumping on the tube to make the bell go off. The old man who owns it came out and threatened to beat my butt until he realized the guy was staring at me from his car. Well, he yells some choice expletives at the guy and tells me to go inside. The old man calls my mom and she told me to walk home and don’t drop our sodas. I could have been kidnapped if not for the surly old man.
Nanny was supposed to pick me up form an after school thing I was doing; she was a bit late, so I decided to walk home. Thing is, the school was 6 miles from my house and I had to cross two overpasses to get there, which I did while lugging my stuffed backpack. I made it about 5 miles before getting too tired and resting next to the sidewalk near the local mall, then this guy on a motorcycle asks if I wanted a ride. I said yes, because screw walking in the surprisingly creepy home stretch to my house, and hopped on his bike.
We ended up talking a bit and I found out he was an armored truck driver named Ray; he dropped me off at my house and that was the last I saw of him. My parents didn’t find out until a few years later when he showed up at the house, asking for some cash to buy his kid a Christmas present, mentioning how he’d helped me out that time.
We might never know.
Walking to the school bus one day with my little brother when this animal walks over to us from the neighbor’s yard. It looked like a dog, but it was kind of deformed. No collar or anything like that. And it was totally silent. It stopped and looked at us with the most human-like stare. We backed away and took a different route to our stop. To this day I am still confused by this encounter.
I HATE spiders!
When I was younger we moved into a house in the woods. It wasn’t completely finished yet – no screens on the windows, unpaved driveway (just dirt and rocks) etc. We also had a huge wolf spider infestation, apparently, the house was built on the headquarters of all wolf spiders in the US.
Wolf spiders can vary somewhat in appearance. Some are gray and very hairy, some are brown and more smooth. Freaked out when I saw one at first, but then I thought, they look really cool so as long as they don’t bite me, its okay. Anyways, eventually I just got used to them. sometimes I’d see a baby wolf spider and just sort of play with it, otherwise just let it be around while I do whatever I did as a child. Either way, they were everywhere. It wasn’t until much, much later that I saw what young wolf spiders really looked like, and the things I had been playing around with the whole time were brown recluses.
Generations of opinions.
I graduated from high school a couple years ago and my family threw the requisite graduation party for me. A few hours in my mother is absolutely hammered. So I’m sitting there with my girlfriend and my mother brings up how weird she thinks it is when girls ‘shave’. She proceeds to look at my girlfriend and says, ‘You don’t’ do that do you?’. So my girlfriend kind of looks at her nervously and goes, ‘Well, yeah.’ To which I hear my stepfather say in the background. ‘Well, good! If she didn’t do that he’d get hair in his teeth!’ It was at that point that my mother looks at my girlfriend dead serious and says ‘Oh God. He doesn’t do that does he? Does he even have any skill!?’
To this day my mom denies that it happened. No matter how many people tell her it did.
No. No. No!!!
My girlfriend’s stepdad asked if he could borrow her “trimmer”. He had a full beard and said he thought it would be really fun to surprise her mom because she’d never seen him cleanly shaven. He borrowed it, spent about 30 minutes in the bathroom, and then came out with his beard untouched. And thanked her, saying he couldn’t wait to see the expression on her mom’s face. So. Wrong.
And then I got high.
I remember getting to “stay late” sometimes after school and my teacher drove me home (which I thought made me special), and getting to sit and watch the other dance classes after mine when my class left. Turns out my dad just forgot to pick me up because he was high.
A ‘secret mission’ eh?
At summer camp one year our counselors told us we were selected for a “secret camp mission”. The two of them told us the game was to break into the kitchen in the middle of the night without getting caught. There would be prizes waiting for us if we were successful.
Anyways, our counselors woke us up at what must have been around 3 am. We dressed in all black and canoed across the lake towards the kitchen like secret spies. We entered the kitchen through the back door and were told we could eat anything out of the fridge and drink anything from the soda fountains. (I remember putting my mouth over the Orange Crush nozzle and drinking till I almost puked)
Looking back at this experience now it seems less like a game and more like stealing.
Too lewd for me.
When I was 7 or 8, someone found an odd object in the back of the school bus on the way home. Everyone being 7 or 8 years old, however, no one knew what it was. It was a big toy penis, I only realized what it must be years later in hindsight.
‘Bag of spices’…sure!
When I was 9 or 10 I found a bunch of little baggies of spices in my dad’s sock drawer. When I was about 15 I realized what those spices were, and my whole childhood suddenly made sense.
When I was nine, I made my best friend (also a girl) lie in bed with me while I hugged her. I told her I was her Indian chief and she was my squaw.
Dad of the year.
When I was 17 my dad found out I was a lesbian from an acquaintance. One day he and I were driving in the car and he was like “so, I hear you like boobs”. I said “yeah”. There was a long silence, and then he actually said: “you know, I like boobs, too.”
THIS IS NOT A BONDING MOMENT, DAD.
Ghost in the hall!
I was young, 5 to 7, somewhere in there. I was sleeping in between my parents for whatever reason. I woke up, I remember the clock reading around 4 a.m. There was something standing by the window, looking out into the front yard. It looked like a man in a brown wool robe, about 6’4″ or so.
I started to stir and sat up in bed, and the thing turned and looked at me. Dear God, that face. Extremely pale white skin, lots of really pronounced wrinkles, and the face drooped like it was melting, down into a really pointy chin, almost similar to a Scream mask but with all of the features of a living being. Its mouth was hanging open and its eyes were wide, almost like it was worried or frightened.
It kept it’s gaze on me while it moved away from the window, in front of the bed, and out the open bedroom door. The second it exited the room, the lights turned on on their own and both of my parents jumped up on either side of me, breathing heavily like they’d both just woken up from a nightmare.
To be clear, I was fully able to move during this, I don’t think it was sleep paralysis, but I’m not sure what it could have been other than some kind of demon or really ugly ghost. I’ve never seen it since, but I can still picture it clear as day.