I lived in a lower middle class family, in a neighbor that was half way converted to ghettohood. Mother was a chemical scientists with a bachelors degree, Father was a highschool drop out cop. I had 1 sister who was an anti social, school loving nerd. My Father taught me how to fight, and how to fight dirty, so it's safe to say I've never lost a fight. (Fight me IRL u scrubs)

I went to an elementary school full of low IQ hillbillies. I was the top of my class and one of the most advance students in the district. Made friends with an ADHD black kid. He taught me how to draw better and shit. We eventually made comic books. If I remember correctly, it was a boy and his Doc Brown-like Uncle who would make crazy inventions and help the kid out with family and school in his weird way. Basically "Rick and Morty", only for Elementary schoolers.

We would make 10 copies of the same comic every afternoon for a week before making the next. Sold them at school for 50 cents each. Classmates loved them and we were rolling in the big bucks. 5 whole dollars a week, man! We eventually got in trouble and the school confiscated out money (greedy bastards).

Once middle school hit, I got bullied a lot. I'm usually very quiet and keep to myself. Then one day I was pushed to far and got into a fight. 3 on 1, but the other 2 back off after a couple of hits. The last one was a giant sack of lard, so I got a heavy duty stick to defend myself. Behind us was a ditch, which I knew a good way to get to the other side of. I backed up onto a large rock and pushed off it to jump back onto the other side of the ditch. With the rock moved from my jump, there was no easy way across. Basically felt like this.
So this idiotic lard decides to start climbing up the side of the ditch to get to me. As soon as his head poked up, WHAM! knocked him right in the face with my mighty stick. He fell back and hit his forehead on the rock. I got suspended and changed schools after that.

Of course, that wasn't the last time fat lard messed with me. Turns out we lived near each other. So after I finished visiting my black friends house in the summer, I get ambushed and surrounded by him and 4 of what I can assume to be down-syndrome kids with sticks and a metal pipe. The fucker with the metal pipe came at me first, and I wasn't gonna have any of that. I grabbed him while he was charging and disarmed him, as well as pop his arm out of socket. At this point the others are beating on me with the sticks, though are only hitting my arms to try to get me to drop the pipe, which was idiotic. I hit one kid in his knee cap and another in his rib cage. The fat lard dropped his stick and ran off. The last one was going for his bike to ride away. Of course, the guy instead of riding off in the other direction, rides toward me to get away. I stick the pipe in his spokes as he rides by and he flips and does a face plant. They never bothered me much after that.

Fast forward to when I was 14. My mother moved to another state to support us with a different job. My father became more abusive and alcoholic without my mother there. My sister grows to be a fat lard and resents me for her having to watch over me because our father was incompetent. We later move in with my mother. That Thanksgiving, my father blamed me for taking his cigarettes, in which I told him I didn't and went to my room to ignore his yelling. He broke my door down and put his hand around my neck to strangle me. While I was struggling to breath my mother came in and yelled at him to get him to stop. With him distracted I threw him off me. He tried to grab me again, but instead I grabbed him and smashed his head against my wall (I know, that sounds horrible).

Years later and he's not much better, but he doesn't threaten me physically since I'm well stronger than him now. We are currently seeking help for him.

I know that kind of took a weird turn, but meh. Share your lovely or depressing childhood!

[Insert Fresh Prince of Bel Air Lyrics here]

No, it's too bad.

You know you wanna ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nothing really that interesting about it. Born in 92 and grew up in a small New England town with a middle class family. At an early age became fascinated with dinosaurs, then Star Wars, then Xbox and Halo with my friends, learned guitar, Halo 2 in middle school, fast forward to high school, got ulcerative colitis and ill for a while, fast forward to college, fast forward four more years and here I am. My life has been relatively too comfortable.

Not so good times.

I don't remember. Must not have been very interesting.

Born in Camden, NJ, from a lower middle class family. For elementary I went to a shithole of a school.

My family used to have financial difficulties at the time. I rarely met my father, as he worked a crazy schedule from 4 AM to 11 PM, and I would only see him for lunch and dinner, afterwards he went to sleep or watched TV for a little time. At the time, he attempted to make up for his absence with small gifts. (Like VHS cartoons, or anime which my mother suggested, sometimes puzzles too)

At school, what I remember mostly is being bullied throughout the elementary. I was branded as unintelligent, my peers were always onto me, the teachers rarely cared, or even worse, they accused me of anything at some point. Other girls outed me for not agreeing with them or playing the same games as them, and the boys were much better to spend time with, but they tended to be annoying more often.

My parents almost gave up on me at the time.

Silly stuff to remember. I won't say any further.

God...where do you live? New Jersey?

A place that used to be small at the time, in Greece. There are other nasty things that occurred at the time, but since then things improved, nowadays I am just riddled with memories of things that used to be.

Quote from: Wonder Korra on October 05, 2014, 04:43:51 PM

God...where do you live? New Jersey?

Oh Greece...well, Athens is very pretty.

Quote from: Isara on October 05, 2014, 04:42:35 PM

My family used to have financial difficulties at the time. I rarely met my father, as he worked a crazy schedule from 4 AM to 11 PM, and I would only see him for lunch and dinner, afterwards he went to sleep or watched TV for a little time. At the time, he attempted to make up for his absence with small gifts. (Like VHS cartoons, or anime which my mother suggested, sometimes puzzles too)

At school, what I remember mostly is being bullied throughout the elementary. I was branded as unintelligent, my peers were always onto me, the teachers rarely cared, or even worse, they accused me of anything at some point. Other girls outed me for not agreeing with them or playing the same games as them, and the boys were much better to spend time with, but they tended to be annoying more often.

My parents almost gave up on me at the time.

Silly stuff to remember. I won't say any further.

God...where do you live? New Jersey?

Hey! I live in New Jersey…

Quote from: Wonder Korra on October 05, 2014, 04:43:51 PM

Quote from: Isara on October 05, 2014, 04:42:35 PM

My family used to have financial difficulties at the time. I rarely met my father, as he worked a crazy schedule from 4 AM to 11 PM, and I would only see him for lunch and dinner, afterwards he went to sleep or watched TV for a little time. At the time, he attempted to make up for his absence with small gifts. (Like VHS cartoons, or anime which my mother suggested, sometimes puzzles too)

At school, what I remember mostly is being bullied throughout the elementary. I was branded as unintelligent, my peers were always onto me, the teachers rarely cared, or even worse, they accused me of anything at some point. Other girls outed me for not agreeing with them or playing the same games as them, and the boys were much better to spend time with, but they tended to be annoying more often.

My parents almost gave up on me at the time.

Silly stuff to remember. I won't say any further.

God...where do you live? New Jersey?

Hey! I live in New Jersey…

You poor soul.

Quote from: Luis on October 05, 2014, 04:49:18 PM

Quote from: Wonder Korra on October 05, 2014, 04:43:51 PM

Quote from: Isara on October 05, 2014, 04:42:35 PM

My family used to have financial difficulties at the time. I rarely met my father, as he worked a crazy schedule from 4 AM to 11 PM, and I would only see him for lunch and dinner, afterwards he went to sleep or watched TV for a little time. At the time, he attempted to make up for his absence with small gifts. (Like VHS cartoons, or anime which my mother suggested, sometimes puzzles too)

At school, what I remember mostly is being bullied throughout the elementary. I was branded as unintelligent, my peers were always onto me, the teachers rarely cared, or even worse, they accused me of anything at some point. Other girls outed me for not agreeing with them or playing the same games as them, and the boys were much better to spend time with, but they tended to be annoying more often.

My parents almost gave up on me at the time.

Silly stuff to remember. I won't say any further.

God...where do you live? New Jersey?

Hey! I live in New Jersey…

You poor soul.

Pity me, especially since I live in Camden.

Actually, the history class here is biased, if not even more than yours when it comes to putting things under the carpet and add fake nationalistic heroism that would probably be compared to Mussolini. I'll refrain from going there any further, though. Yes, I do still live in Greece.

Quote from: Wonder Korra on October 05, 2014, 04:54:47 PM

Yeah that's what I thought.

Thank you based History class! So do you still live in Greece?

The history class I'm taking talks about all that Ancient Greece stuff and I found it really cool and stuff. Basically, move to Germany.