When I was young my brother used to torture me. I'm not talking about wrestling or play-fighting, I'm talking about really beating me up, holding me down, and almost choking me to death. The same thing happened at school, too. I was smart, too smart, and attracted the worst attention from bullies. I had to take matters into my own hands, so when this one kid made fun of me for the thousandth time, I kicked him hard, real hard, and sent him to the ground. I kicked him again and again, until I couldn't kick any more, and spent the rest of the afternoon crying by myself over what I had done. The next day my parents sent me to a boarding school far away from home. Although the place was filled with geniuses, virtually everyone in the entire school belonged to one of the gangs. I began training myself, and others, and eventually I built my own group of kids that was able to take on the rival gangs. Even when we were outnumbered two to one we came out on top. However, victory wasn't without its cost. One of the bigger kids resented my gang, and came after me while I was alone in the bathroom. In a one-on-one fistfight I knocked him down and killed him while his gang buddies stared and watched. That very same day the teachers sent me to a military academy, where I was mentored by a retired general. After rigorous testing from my teachers, I was put in command of a fleet of spaceships and beat the shit out the buggers.

This is pretty fucked up.

...Random retelling of Ender's Game?

I never finished reading Ender's Game.


...DON'T TELL ME THE ENDING

who told you you could tell my life story?

All praise Bio! Stopped reading when I saw your post ty.

Guys, my childhood makes me fucking sick. I was almost 20 and hadn't been able to secure a better job than a fry cook at a local fast food joint where I had to wear the same shirt and tie every damn day. What made it worse is that I lived in such a small town so business was pretty limited and they were the only place in town that would hire high school graduates. I'd have gotten the hell out if I could actually drive, but I was failing the driver's test every. single. time. I was so socially awkward and my other coworker hated my guts. My relationships were terrible, I lusted after one of my best friends; she was athletic, smart, and a gorgeous southern belle. You know what it's like, getting friend zoned so hard. She was my best friend besides this one kid who I'm pretty sure hung around me because he was mentally challenged. It was like he was the only one who could tolerate me and all we ever did was stupid shit anyway. And the very worst part was that I used to live in a pineapple under the sea.

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It sucked. I was bullied a lot.

Happens.

I feel different now. I was weird back then. Still am.

So you all think you had a hard childhood? Well you don't have shit on me.

My mom practically kicked my ass out of the house before I even hit 13, and I never even met my dad. My only friend till I was 10 was the fucking prick next door who was always beating the shit out of me and telling me I wasn’t worth shit. Its not even like I had a choice, the town had something like 9 people living in it, I kid you not. My entire adolescence was just moving around from place trying to get along with people who didn’t even want me.

You think that’s the worst? My only friend was an Asian guy in his thirties or something, who only kept me around because he thought I could help him get laid. The only perk was that I also got to hang around with this cute ginger chick, she was flat as a pancake sure, but damn she was a total nymph. She must have been a sadist or something cause she always took pleasure in hitting me and telling me how she loved to get wet.

But dear god the bane of my existence was this adult couple that I could NOT seem to avoid. You know these types of couples that are absolutely sickening, like they wear matching outfits and finish each other’s sentences? Yeah they were fucking creepers, and they had a cat, which was at least twice as annoying as they were, I swear this thing would never shut the fuck up.

Like I said I ended up moving from town to town getting into fights with other kids my age, even adults from time to time.

The only thing that kept me going was my dream to become a pokemon master.

My childhood was really a sad one.

My dad was a loser involved in some shady drug businesses just to get enough money to feed us but it wasn't even enough so my mom had to sell her body to other men.
My sister hated me and always got me into trouble with my parents and didn't let me watch my tv shows because of her fitness videos.
I had no friends and school sucked so hard I didn't even go there. Instead I just sat in our staircase and smoked secretly. My parents didn't even care.
Then one day, when I returned from the groceries I noticed a commotion in our flat and immediately realized something's wrong. Terribly wrong. There was blood. Armed thugs were guarding the entrance, so I pretended to belong to another flat on the floor and walked past them. I knew there was a nice guy living at the end of the hall. So I ringed at his door.

Luckily he let me in and we later found out that the men had killed my whole family, and had killed me too if that nice man didn't take care of me. I stayed with him and he became my only friend. A friend who's profession was killing other people. Lucky me! I ran the housework for him and in return he taught me how to kill so I could revenge my family. When I was 13 I went out to kill the bastards but I got caught by them but my friend saved me. He killed them but died in the process.
In the end I got all his money and a place at a boarding school. From then on I was alone but safe. And at that point that was all I could ask for.

I've had a topsy turvy live, lemme take a minute to tell you about it.

I was born and raised in west Philadelphia. My childhood memories are of me chilling out at the playground, maybe playing some b-ball outside of school. But things changed when a couple of no-good hoodlums caused some trouble in the hood. I got in a fight with them so my mum sent me to live with my auntie and uncle in this place called Bel-air.

So of I went, whistling in a cab. I distinctly remember the license plate of the cab that took me away from my home, because the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice hanging off the mirror. It was a rare and unusual cab to be sure.
We got to the house at about seven, maybe eight, and I said "Cheerio!" to the cab drive, as I gazed at what was to be my new kingdom, as I was going to be the prince of this place they called Bel-air!

NudeRaider what is your childhood from?

Additionally, I asked my pen pal what his childhood was like and sent me this response.

Ray uncannily enough we're watching that right now.


I never would've guessed that, nice!

Yeah it was a bit tricky because I couldn't say I loved him because that would be too obvious for me as a man.

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

And this is why you went to evil medical school?

Yes, right after volunteering at the evil petting zoo.