Apparently I was the kind of baby/toddler that would eat a stick of butter. Mom found me one day sitting on the floor with the open fridge, with half a stick in hand, the other half consumed.
Apparently I was the kind of baby/toddler that would eat a stick of butter. Mom found me one day sitting on the floor with the open fridge, with half a stick in hand, the other half consumed.
I drank bleach as a kid and my Mom took me to the hospital and had my stomach pumped.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
I was born relatively small, about 6.5 lbs, and have stayed that way ever since. I was born on April Fool's and they told my maternal grandmother's brother that more kept coming. Had to stop the gag at 5 because he started calling his clients to tell them his niece had given birth to quintuplets.
I was my mom's first and probably got too much attention as a result; it was only her and I most of the time those first few years. One of my earliest memories is being pushed around in a stroller in the smallish, ~10k, town that we lived in, to the park. She would pick up olives in crushed red peppers from the local Italian deli and let me suck on the pits.
Last edited by ghosthop; 08-30-2017 at 09:52 PM.
I don't remember anything. All I have are rumors and heresy.
I was born with developmental dysplasia of the hip (hip socket not fully formed). Had to wear a brace to hold the femur head in place until it self corrected which wasn't very long or so I've been told. Have no memory of it at all and no lasting effects.
This is what the brace looked like (no this isn't me):
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I was born in a hospital where the nurses all gathered round and looked in wild wonder to the joy they have found. The head nurse spoke up and said "leave this one alone". They could tell right away I was bad to the bone.
My dad always told me that song was written for me and I believed him.
I was the perfect child born to 2 serial killers that worked for the mob. 20 years of therapy and still childhood is my only good memory. I was 12 when I realized the truth and to find out my mom was just as fucked killed me. This helped screw me up with no end in sight. In my 20's they final told me everything and I'm glad they're living in some other part of the world. I hope they never comeback. I haven't posted for years because I'm a mess. I said enough
I don't understand how a toddler can reach a stick of butter.
My toddler will rip your face off for butter.
Toddler crack.
Pretty universal I guess.
Only way I know, is one day in my hight of rebellion my mom said," what happened to you? You used to be a sweet, and happy, always laughing baby"
I was born in a cross fire hurricane.
Cute as hell though.
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When I was born, because of my size and the way I cried, my grandfather thought I was a grandson.
He didn't even wait for a confirmation, ran straight to a fortuneteller's house and got my name.
Which was typically given to boys 1970's in S. Korea.
Now my name is little more common among girls as a unisex name.
But back then, I had to grow up with lots of shit from other kids.
I hated my name for a long, long time.
Taeyoung would be equivalent of Steven.
lol that's classic impatient grandpa behavior.
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