Strong experiences

[the real god emperor]

Leshma has some deep stuff over there.
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My dad leaving for 6 months to England for PhD, having to go to a pre-school with abusive staff. I cried some nights but didn't tell my mother since she had all the shit on her head while we were staying at my grandparents' place.

Falling into a pit with my bicycle, I waited straight 20 mins till someone heard me shouting.
 
My father taking a fight with a guy in the middle of the street. The guy had a big ass knife even lol

Moving to Çanakkale thinking everything's gonna be shittier it turns out to be best place in the world.

Picking a fight with my best friend in the shore then we both step on sea urchins.

Starting high school thinking everything will be different it doesn't.

Picking a fight with a second grader turns out I am not a good fighter. He was a big butthole, seeing him failing College Entrance Exams 2 years in a row made me feel g00d.

Once in a football game with the teams as Oldies vs Children by Oldies I mean my father and his co-workers against other kids from the block we were doing that every few weeks(we used to live in a corporation housing) my friend slided and injured the leg of the Manager the guy couldn't attend at work for a few days oh that shit was hilarious



Getting beaten the shit out of in second grade because I talked thrash about İslam and government, principal blames me.

Principal cuts my hair because it is too long apparently?

My brother is born, he didn't breathe/cry for a few moments only my father was waiting at the doors when I went to check everything out I saw him legit crying for the first time oh my shit I can't tell you how devastated I was, I thought my brother was born dead or smth like that

Getting my first girlfriend in third grade, not counting all the times I got rejected before.Everyone thought she wasn't pretty but idk I didn't agree.

Oh yeah, moving to İstanbul and getting mugged by transgenders. I even posted my picture after they beaten me up.

Being accused of stealing first aid bands from a store -lol- I felt so bad I couldn't sleep for a few weeks but I didn't even steal anything.

Picking a fight with a random dude in the street because I bumped him accidentally one week before College Entrance, I mean I am already fucked up mentally so please give me a break, but that was the first time I really kicked someone's ass normally when I fight someone I usually feel bad like "why didn't I do it like that" style but this time it wasn't like that I did everything correctly.

trying to be as chronological as possible but might be wrong
tbc...

[Golem]

This quickly escalated into a depression log...

- 4 years old, dad goes to hospital for a few months
- 4 years old, getting my curly milk blonde hair cut, while in an inflatable childrens pool and being distracted by keys (apparently I was so fascinated by keys at that time of my life, I even made up a word for them, 'Goggli, goggli! ', semibrown, straight hair for the rest of my life

- 5 years old, walking down a slope, shoes with big, thick sole, road was rough asphalt with jagged rocks sticking out, getting pulled by gravity so start running, uncle tries to stop me, but is to far away so he gets the genious idea to say there, there's a bird's nest with a bird in it! turn my head round, shoes get stuck on the asphalt, lift them before falling back on the ground, knees first, blood everywhere

- 6 years old, witnessing a fight between older boys, bloody nose on one, before kindergarden teacher decides to break it up, first time I saw someone hurt somebody else, innocence gone

- 6 years old, we have to hold hands whenever we go out on a walk everyday, someone tells on me that I did something to him, don't know what, nonetheless I got separated from my best friend and go on walks in the iron grip of and old bitch till the end of the year

- 7 years, get asked at the end of kindergarden if I want to start playing an instrument when I go to 1st grade, eyes lit up and I say guitar, mom says that I probably meant it as a joke, I agree out of compliance, regret it to this day

- 7 years old, having a huge chunk of concrete held high over my head by an older kid, while another one held me down on my back, turns out they didn't want to kill me, but enjoy seeing someone scared

- 8 years old, end of school, get into a fight with a tard in the locker room, smashed his head multiple times on the thing you hang clothes on, it was pretty sharp, storm out of there leaving a flinching body on the floor of the locker room, noone saw the fight, few days before that, the same guy threw a heavy metal trash can, almost hit my face, also throws chairs at the teacher and scissors at other kids, made a scar on my arm with a key chain, I don't like keys anymore

- 8 years old, grandpa dies, found out a year later, first time I repress an emotion

- 9 years old, my cousin's fiancee with whom I was very close dies, because of a mishap during a trivial surgery

TBC

[Golem]

Southern France, it was summer, atop a hill surrounded by vineyard, where a little abandonned church was. I used to hike/climb to the top of this hill every day. Then I drank water, enjoyed the superb view and climbed down: it was the reward. There was several paths available from base to top, and from top to base, so it was always a different "quest".
I once jogged down the fastest and steepest path down this hill, a bit too fast. Inertia built up in a matter of seconds, I was too fast to ever stop before I touched even ground.

Problem was, the even ground was straight ~400 meters down. Not to add that there was several "floors" to the vineyard which acted like launching freaking ramp.
Sprinting like an uncontrollable maniac down a sandy/rocky lane at the speed of light, all I could do was try to not lose my balance or break a leg with all the G's thrown at me.

I remember the air pounding around my ears and the feeling like I was flying, and also fear of not making it to the end.


My brothers were looking at me from the top of this hill, they still think today that it was all planned and I wasnt afraid even one second.

I love running down hills!

[Kafein]

That one day I had a 25% salary increase and I realized something similar would most likely happen again, but not through salary.

[Panos_]

When I saw my alcoholic deadbeat dad hitting my mom, I knew that I would never drink in my life.

[Gurgumul]

Happened yesterday:
I left my car at a workshop for a checkup and to replace the oil and filters. It took a lot longer than it should because apparently my car is built funky and they couldn't figure out how to fit a new cabin air filter in there. So I was waiting for over 2 hours with nothing to do, until they finally finished. I took the car, happy that it was finally finished, payed them a hefty sum and drove home. Right before I got home, the car started overheating and I heard quiet popping/cracking from under the hood. Turned off the engine, opened the hood and there was coolant boiling and steaming from under the cap, everything around it was wet.
Today I checked the coolant level and there was about 1 liter missing, so I added it. Started the engine and drove for a few minutes until the car started overheating again, this time the temperature went much higher, up to the red zone, so I had to stop and let it cool down in the middle of a highway. After it got to a safe level I drove it again for a few minutes and had to stop. Repeat a few times, whole trip back home took me over an hour when it would normally be 10 minutes. It never happened before, only yesterday and today after leaving the car in that workshop. The oil temperature always stayed perfectly in the middle of the gauge, but now it overheats like crazy. I hope it's just something minor, like a stuck thermostat or air in the cooling system, but if it's serious like a blown head gasket or even warped cylinders/pistons/anything from the heat, I'm going to fucking Rodger that workshop.

[Kafein]

When I saw my alcoholic deadbeat dad hitting my mom, I knew that I would never drink in my life.

You're missing out on a whole range of marvelous tastes.

[Gurgumul]

Yup. It's the people that kill beat, not guns alcohol.

[Gravoth_iii]

My friend finding a shiny Groudon in pokemon ruby, getting a shiny is like 1 in 8000, and that one being a legendary? pretty rare, of course i was going to trade it with him for some junk but ultimately we accidentally kill it, and i blame my friend for not saving before (wouldnt have made a difference anyways, wouldnt have been shiny after loading the save anyways)

Building beyblades out of lego (heads being the bottom, spun pretty well and was epic when they smashed eachother to piecec) in early years of school, chinese guy in class made it cute puppy shaped without knowing what it is, i tell teachers but its k because pretty much no one knows what it was at that point anyways.

Playing GoGo's, pretty much the best around at school, play against the big sort of stereotypical bully guy in school, he wants to play his rarest gogo (the mini shark we called it) think i also played a rare one. I end up winning, but on the last hit he tells me i stretched my arm out too far, so it didnt count. Then he goes ahead and wins. At least i have 2 of them now, being a jew trader.

Snowball wars in school, 2 sides with walls of snow built earlier. Hit previously mentioned bully in the head, felt pretty good. No later impact, just felt good because no one really challenged him or whatever.


In general i nostalgia hard about my early school days pretty much every day. Shit was pretty cash, 10+ people playing pokemans on gameboys, untill teachers sent us outside, so we kept playing outside instead. Or someone getting a new toy, then basically everyone has similar toys and battle eachother. Beyblades were the shit, i remember some chinese kids getting some 1 meter long pulley things that kept breaking every pull untill they were the same lenght as everyone elses.

[Panos_]

You're missing out on a whole range of marvelous tastes.

Straight edge and proud my friend.

[Golem]

i remember some chinese kids getting some 1 meter long pulley things that kept breaking every pull untill they were the same lenght as everyone elses.

I had one of those, lasted pretty long. Prolly, cause I am not chinese. Idk.

[IR_Kuoin]

First thing that comes to mind was when I saw my dead grandma lying in her bed when we went to visit her, think I was around  8 - 10.

[Gravoth_iii]

I had one of those, lasted pretty long. Prolly, cause I am not chinese. Idk.

Either way, they were intimidating, but way too long to actually be useful. God i want to find my beyblades now.

[Panos_]

First thing that comes to mind was when I saw my dead grandma lying in her bed when we went to visit her, think I was around  8 - 10.

Did you banged her?

[Molly]

2012. Sudden death of my dad and 10 days later my brother going into coma, dying roughly 2 weeks later on my fucking birthday.
Yep, day of my brother's death and my own birth are the same now.

Thanks God  ..!..