What did you do as a child to get in trouble with your parents and how did they handle it?
This is an awful question for me. I know as a child I was hard to handle... always moody, stomping up the stairs, slamming my door. I don't have too many memories of being very young. I know she use to spank us with wooden spoons... I CAN remember those OUCH!! I'm sure my bipolar was showing pretty early yet no one knew what to do.
As a teenager... I would party, lie, stay out all night, run away. I did some pretty awful things, and always blamed my mom. She would ground me. I hated being grounded it was almost the worst thing you could have done to me. She would also take my phone away (yes spoiled had my own line) So I would be cut off from everyone. Did it work? I don't think so because as soon as it was over I'd be out doing my thing again. I was a rotten girl.. rotten to them. I look back at how I was and wonder how my mother ever made it through!!
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I wasn`t really a naughty child as such, but my parents were very strict about me speaking correctly, and if I pronounced something wrongly I was soon put right. I must admit this has been very helpful throughout my life as I can always make myself understood whoever I speak to. Sandra xxx
Let's just say that I'd rather not talk about it. Its too painful of a memory. Punishments were paddlings with a wooden paddle or with a belt. My mom did get mad at me once and beat me on the back with a hairbrush until the handle broke. I was bruised from shoulders to waist. Sheila
read it and weep ......no just kidding ......Diane
i was a very energetic child and the first born- so needless to say i was in trouble all the time- i grew up standing in the corner- that is until i learned how to do handstands- i was known for telling my parents- "that didnt hurt" and making them laugh as they were spanking me- then we moved on to the wooden spoon and all of a sudden it wasnt so funny anymore. i just liked to push any limits that my parents set, plus i had to lead the way for my other two sisters who were always as good as gold- to this day im teased about my "rebellion". as a teenager- my parents worst nightmare- loved fast boys, fast cars, lots of booze, lots of parties. my "boys" would pull up out front smoking their cigars- throw the butts on the lawn- pissing my dad off to no end- rev the car : a brand new monte carlo, a mustang, even a geo metro- have you ever fit 8 people into one of those- talk about fun!!! ok i digress- anyway- they'd throw rocks at my window- id climb out onto the roof and jump down into the bushes and away we'd go- god to be 17 again!!!! i was grounded constantly- not that being grounded stopped me- LOL!!! i was so bad-and they say paybacks are hell- we'll see in about 3 yrs when my daughter becomes a teenager!!!!
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Children were guilty before innocent and seen but not heard. Whatever they were told(parents), you had to be guilty or why would someone have told them anything to begin with.
My "crime" was falling for that act and not standing up to who made the accusation. You wouldn't dare talk back to your parents or teachers. Weapon of my mother's choice was a leather belt.
Honestly, I did not allow them to break my spirit. When you know you are correct, You have to stand up for who you are and defend yourself. It only made me stronger and more willing not to take a false accusation sitting down. Sometimes you have to choose your battles.
Ackkk, those good ole teenage years.
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Well my dad was a sergeant in the military, and getting sent to your room to think about your impending doom was a bitch! LOL Probably the worst thing I did as a little kid was to drink some beer when I was only about 7. My 15 year old cousin gave it to us, and we took some sips of it. I immediately went home and gave my mom a big kiss on the lips, which gives some insight into my guilty nature. She asked me who gave it to me and I said my uncle Wayne. Serves him right though cuz he gave it to my 15 year old cousin! It`s a good thing we moved when I was 9, God only knows the trouble I would have gotten into.
guess I was a goodie goodie, because I can't think of anything...lol! Well, I was a goodie two shoes until 17, then lost my mind..have to look for it one of these days... :)
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I've been a bad..bad girl!
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Okay...so I skipped a few...
I tried to stay out of as much trouble as a child as possible. My father was an alcoholic and had a thick leather belt with a metal buckle. I seen my older brother get beat very badly. I was smart enough to stay out of trouble.
I didnt want no part of that.
My father had us all scared.
I dont do that to my children. I want them to respect because I am a good humanbeing. Not fear me because I might beat them.
well as you said this is an awfull question so i will leave it simple.
what my answer are that i leave are simple ones compared to the rest.
1) me and my brother were about 7 and 8 (wre a year apart)we were playing in the hay what we are not suppose to do .are punishment was to drop are drawers and get wiped with my moms favriote bull wipe(belive you me she wasnt nice about it)
2)I was 14 (and stupid)I went to a friends and we went to the store and stupid me wanted to see if I could steal somthing (never had done it and dont even know why I did it )
I got busted (ok Thats fine I deserved that )I pleaded and begged for them to take me to juvie I had never been there but it sounded nice compared to what I was in for I told them my mother would relly beat me bad and they said no she wont so off to home I went.
I got there and my mother took her belt with the buckle on it and preceed to swing tworeds my face buckle first I blocked all her shots with my legs and arms.
My step dad came home and interupeted her ,so that bought me some time she was going to give me more when she came back,I wasnt waighting I jumped out the window.
The next day I counted 19 bruises and i dont mean small one wraped compleatly around my arm was about 2 inches thick.
I got into trouble for fighting with my little brother, who often pestered me beyond belief!
I was the baby so I couldn't get into trouble if I begged for it half the time. When I was a teenager, I would be brutely honest with my mom, telling her we were going out drinking, drugging whatever we were doing and she would just laugh and think I was being cute and making stuff up. She feels retarded now, lol. I can't speak of anymore horrid past youth actions, I am a mother now and a hippocritical one at that, lol.
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When I was a preteen I was constantly being grounded for shoplifting and smoking. I was eleven the first time I did both, but my parents only caught me for the shoplifting that year. They grounded me but it was pointless because I had no friends and didn't go anywhere. I think it was the only punishment they could come up with since they didn't believe in spanking. I continued shoplifting almost every day until I was fifteen, then I quit because I thought I might actually be sent to juvy if I was caught. Before that point I figured since I had no previous record I'd probably be able to get away with it once. My parents caught me again twice and sentenced me to more ineffectual groundings.If I'd actually had friends I might have cared.
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