[Sim]

Originally Posted by Spice

no, but if you've been falling on your face...

yeh no breakage - my nose was bust up, and my lips but no break. (alhamdulilah)

its more of grazed knees, elbows and bruises. i remember my trousers used to rip around my knee when i fell

[fatima]

this thread is so cute

[Revert]

I remember when I was a kid, my cousin got run over twice. Each time he was knocked 20 feet into the air. Instead of sympathy, his brother just kept punching him in his fractured skull.


True story, the same cousins thought nothing of setting my bed on fire when i slept over at their house either.

[fatima]

Originally Posted by Revert

I remember when I was a kid, my cousin got run over twice. Each time he was knocked 20 feet into the air. Instead of sympathy, his brother just kept punching him in his fractured skull.


True story, the same cousins thought nothing of setting my bed on fire when i slept over at their house either.

wow...i thought caramel_candy's stories were crazy...but yours take the cake.

[Spice]

Originally Posted by fatima

wow...i thought caramel_candy's stories were crazy...but yours take the cake.

Cake? where? I want cake.

[Sharmaynia]

Originally Posted by thejellymill

I'd have slapped the teacher. The myth of Santa Clause is one of the most traumatizing things in childhood, it's a big fat lie. I should know, I was lied to until age 6

I believed in Santa Clause until I was eight, because one summer, I thought he would come if I put out some cookies (we only had oatmeal left, but I figured Santa wouldnt mind) and Kool-Aid (that was when I hated milk). And then, at like 10pm, I was looking out my window, waiting for him, and my mom was like "What are you looking at?" And I was like "Shhh mom, I'm waiting for Santa!" And then my brother, who was also in the room, was like "He's not real, stupid."

And since I'm very Type B, I was like "Oh, okay" and went to bed. [No trauma there]

When I was five, I was sitting in class, hanging out during playtime, and I was doing this seemingly-cool thing with my fingers: fingers straight out and together, one finger lifted up, and then placed back with the rest, like a puzzle. So I was like "Look guys! It's like a puzzle!" Unfortunately for me, the finger I lifted was my middle finger, and one kid told the teacher.

[zakk]

forwarded by a friend:



When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears
with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were
when they were growing up; what with walking
twenty-five miles to school every morning...uphill BOTH ways
yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up,
there was no way in hell I was going to lay
a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it
and how easy they've got it!

But now that...I'm over the ripe old age of thirty,
I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.
You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my
childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!

And I hate to say it but you kids today you
don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The
Internet . If we wanted to know something,
we had to go to the damn library and
look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!
There was no email!! We had to actually write
somebody a letter with a pen!
Then you had to walk all the way across the street and
put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!
There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to
steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself!
Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the
beginning and @#*% it all up!
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you
were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it!
And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either!
When the phone rang, you
had no idea who it was! It could be your school,
your mom, your boss, your
bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you
just didn't know!!! You had
to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video
games with high-resolution
3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games
like 'Space Invaders' and
'asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You
actually had to use your
imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or
screens, it was just one screen forever!
And you could never win. The game just kept getting
harder and harder and
faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

When you went to the movie theater there no such
thing as stadium seating!
All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy
or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you were
just screwed!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that
was only like 15 channels
and there was no on screen menu and no remote
control! You had to use a
little book called a TV Guide to find out what was
on! You were screwed when it
came to channel surfing! You had to get off
your ass and walk over to the TV to change the
channel and there was no
Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons
on Saturday Morning. Do you
hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK
for cartoons, you spoiled
little rats!

And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat
something up we had to
use the stove or go build a frigging fire ..
imagine that! If we wanted
popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing
and shake it over the stove
forever like an idiot.
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids
today have got it too easy.
You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted
five minutes back in 1980!

Regards,

The over 30 Crowd

[sally]

Originally Posted by zakk

We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video
games with high-resolution
3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games
like 'Space Invaders' and
'asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You
actually had to use your
imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or
screens, it was just one screen forever!
And you could never win. The game just kept getting
harder and harder and
faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

hahahaahaahahaaha

that's the best part.



ps: at growing up

[Sim]

did anyone else used to make things out of cardboard?

lol i made this little basketball hoop once, and underneath was this slide thing so when u got the ball in, it came down the slide straight into your hand... GENUIS! i should take it on dragens den

and i made a wrestling ring for my action figures

once i remember my cousin rang me because he was gonna be in his school play, and asked me to make a sword for him man so i made him a 3D dagger

[Sha_]

My 7 year old neice was asking me about bees:
Khalamoni, you know when bees sting you, why do they die? Is it because they were nasty to us so Allah makes them die ?

Me: Ummm probably

What a cute idea. Kind of.

[zzze]

asslamau alaykum

aww , these stories are cute

i remember once in Libya, my brother (6) and I (8) went to the bakeries to get some bread and on the way back we were passing through some trees and vegetation and my brother screamed ''OMG IT'S A SNAKE, JUMP ON MY BACK'!!'' and I did and he ran home with me on his back Oh, it wasn't a snake btw, it was a loose thick cable wire. He used to be so cute masha Allah, I'm gonna remind him.

[Aida]

...I heard "size" order as "science" order and couldn't understand why that required me to stand in the front of the line all the time. It took the longest time for me to figure it out.

Used to play in the rain while wearing a straw hat that farmers wore.

[salmanjafri]

I have a cousin that is three years older than me, and when the two of us were kids, we'd get into a lot of fights. So when I was around seven or eight-years-old, the two of us were having a rock throwing fight in a parking lot. We were using my mom's car (and it just so happens that kids were sitting in the backseat) as a shield in-between throwing rocks. Anyway, I threw one into the window of the car and the glass shattered. Our moms came outside, and they were obviously very angry, so I quickly blamed it on him. Later that day he was "severely disciplined" by my aunt. So I guess I won!

[sally]

omg. i remembered the most bizarre story from my childhood while talking to someone about it.

so i was in first grade...we attended this private all girls, british, zoroastrian school in pakistan....and so we had a few zoroastrian girls in every class along with a bunch of muslims

so like one day, for a couple periods we didnt have our teacher come in so for some reason we had a sub who just let us do whatever we want...and i remember i was sitting in the wayy back row talking to 2 girls, one muslim and one zoroastrian. and then SOMEHOW, we end up MAKING THE ZOROASTRIAN GIRL READ THE KALIMAH AFTER US. like we were converting her...wow it sounds hilarious in retrospect.. we just told her to repeat what we were saying.. i cant remember whos idea it was..i think the other muslim chicks..but man..i cant believe we did that..the girl kept asking what language it was and we were like, just repeat what we're saying ahhaah


anyway recently i got in touch with the same girl again on facebook after years... i was thinking i should remind her that we converted her

[RestlessSoul]

(this occurred when I was three years old. my aunt and mom used to call me 'Umma')

they once went shopping and stopped to buy me a pair of chappa