I dove into the shallow end on accident once. It wasn't fun.

I remember the first time I truly took revenge on my brother.

So my older brother back in the day was a real asshole to me. I was afraid of conflict and also I hated seeing people sad (still do). I don't know what he did that pushed me over the edge.

Anyway my grandmother had this white half-Pomeranian half-demon dog from the 9th circle of hell named "Fluffy". Me and my brother were trying to get past it while it was eating to grab the mop for our grandma. I decided it was the perfect moment to push my brother into the hell hound and watch it bite his legs and back. When I pushed him he slipped on the water that grandma was going to mop up (because that was the only person the dog liked). I think it also bit his face and chest before he kicked it back outside and closed the door. Naturally after that we fought, but I didn't care. It felt good.

The second time was around the time I was in 4th grade. Me and my brother went up to live with my dad in the Netherlands for a while. For Christmas dad decided to get us boxing gloves and every friday night my and my brother boxed. I would always be defensive and my brother would always pummel me. Now here is the thing that turned the tables. Dad was throwing out an old waterbed and decided to drain it and fill it up with air. It was Awesome! We called it the blob. Unfortunately my brother was not the sharing type and always took it away from me. This pissed off my dad. When my brother actually hurt me because of it, Dad grabbed a kitchen knife and murder-stabbed the Blob. I cried and my father told me it was my brother's fault (Grade A parenting). He made us grab our boxing gloves to duke it out ,but my brother was crying and apologizing to me. I didn't care... I beat him into the ground, against the fridge.

After that I started becoming my own person. I still semi-regret it.

When I was a kid, I jumped on some stairs until I fell and sprained my ankle. I asked for help and no one came around. Literally everyone was ignoring me, I think not even the adults came along. I had to walk myself over the the clinic, who told me to walk it off and sent me to the classroom since I was late. The entire day was just me in pain as I moved through classroom to classroom. I was maybe 8 years of age.

I just visited my dentist last weekend who told me about the time I was 2. I was walking away while holding my mom's hand, then apparently I turned to say byebye to my dentist (who is a female btw) then...pointed to my bum.

Hmmm

I guess I was already a player before I realized it?

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When I was grade 3, I didn't want any of the fucktards in my school to force me to tell my crush. I got tired of it, so I made a lie that went trendy: I have a crush on my adviser.
Worst decision I've ever made, but when I look back at it, it actually makes my chuckle. Still, that was so stupid of me.

Oh and when I was grade 2, I got a semi-bald haircut. My mom told me to go get a haircut, and probably she said not to semi-bald or shit my hair, but instead I heard the opposite. With a guardian I told my barber, and then boom. Mom laughed at me-but in a mom-way, not in the asshat way-, so did my classmates when I went to school-in an asshat way. Luckily, one of my girl classmates cared for my shame, so she comforted me. I was soooooo bloody embarassed.

Oh, and the time when I stabbed my classmate in the head three times. When I was 8. Because of jealously-weird jealousy. I misunderstood "cousin" as another term for best friend back then, and he was claiming my "best friend" as cousin. With enraged on the fact that he was "wrong", I stabbed him with a sharp-ass pencil. Oh, good times~
No, I wasn't gay.

I was brutal back then.

So this is why Whiplash was banned.

I remember this experience like it was 6 years ago... And it was. I was alone on a Friday afternoon, eating biscuits since my parents haven't fetched me from school yet, so my crush and her best friend come next to me, and I was like "Hi". Then the best friend instantly grabbed me and pushed my chair away from my table. So, it was like setting a space in my front. Then, my crush, hugged me with her face in front of my penis. That's right. I didn't know about blowjobs at that time, so I was ok, but I got strangely erected. She noticed my erection and began to unzip my pants. I was very strangely confused of what the fuck was going to happen, and so I ran. I ran with an open zipper right across the playground to the principal's office and reported her. Her parents probs slapped her hard that night because the next day she won't talk to me and had a big red mark across her face. I was an idiot back then. Hurrhurr

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So this is why Whiplash was banned.

Why was he banned for that? I mean, the story was stupid but I didn't have to read it.
Sounded totally made up, I don't get it.

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Why was he banned for that? I mean, the story was stupid but I didn't have to read it.
Sounded totally made up, I don't get it.

Either he's making a joke, we're misunderstanding what he's trying to say, or he's spreading false misinformation.

Whiplash was banned because he's Reconcile, and it's an infringement on ban evasion.

This memory is built from the details my mom gave about the event, because I was a bit too young at the age of 3 or 4 to actually remember anything specific. So one day I was chilling on the floor playing with whatever while my mom was in the kitchen making some dank kush. Out of nowhere my attention was drawn by the socket and a great idea came up- put some shit in the holes. So I grabbed a paperclip off the table and stuck it in. Got electrocuted so hard that I literally shat myself. Besides my undies, nothing else was damaged tho.

Once when I was five or so, one of our vents had an electric current running through it for whatever reason. I accidentally stepped on it once and got a massive shock that I could actually feel travelling up through my leg, making the muscles spasm. The feeling was so surreal and cool that I hunched over and poked it with my hand like four different times until my dad made me stop.

I remember once I was in pre-school/kindergarten and i was overstaying because my mum was late in the traffic in Russia, for some reason the teachers told us to wait outside and one teacher had this bully son and she was telling him 'i'll buy you a toy' or some shit like that and another boy (not her son) asked for a million clay soldiers and she said 'Nobody fucking asks you'

Also I remember I was in a pet store in Russia once I was like 7 or 9, don't really remember, I've seen this mom say 'Nikita' or something 'choose any pet from this store.' and he was like 'can i have a lizard?' and she tried to kept her cool like 'sure, choose anybody.' and he said alright I want a lizard and she told him 'are you an idiot, Nikita?' or something like that. Then she said sorry and told him to choose any pet he wanted except the lizard. He asked for a hamster and she said 'maybe a squirrel?' and he replied 'nah a hamster' and she fucking lost her shit and spanked him in the middle of the store.

Alright, so opening up, I was a huge sissy as a child. Like, I'd break down in the rare even that I got a strike (not baseball, I was horrible at sports and didn't play them, but like being bad or forgetting homework or something). That being said, Pride was always the Deadly Sin that vowed to be my downfall. If I was good at something, I'd cling to it.

I like swimming. I've always liked swimming, and I always felt I was good at it. Given the option to do it, I'd take it without hesitation.

On the flip side though, I'm terrified of heights and always have been.

All of this came into play at my 5th Grade picnic. Lacking a large number of friends I just wanted to do something where I could be alone but not look lonely so I looked to the high dive at the park. It was about 10 feet high and the water was about 10 feet deep (just over 3 meters). I made it my miniature child goal to conquer that and touch the bottom. Petrified out of my mind, it took a minute or two to reach the top, but after a few attempts I finally did it.

At this point, I'm basically on an exhilarated high my ten year old self can barely contain, and bolting back in line I can't wait to chase that rush again.

There are a few people before me though so I'm pretty much going through adrenaline withdrawal as these two girls start talking about some guy right behind me.

"Micheal is such a good diver!"
"I know! I saw him do a flip once!"

And this goes on for a while.

"Oh I know, he's great!"

Suddenly having enough, I whirl around to face my fellow children, a blonde girl barely on the chubbier side and her brunette friend who was a bit thinner. My mouth starts moving before brain has time to think.

"Name one trick and I'll to it," Arrogance and confidence radiate from my voice, but blondey doesn't even hesitate.

"Bellyflop."

I was too young to say or even think it at the time, but ya know what? Fuck that bitch. Swallowing hard, I just blink a few times before jerking my head back to the diving board. The line before me is gone.

All that remains is that challenge.

Body quaking, my delicate palms reach out and grab the ladder and begin hoisting myself up it. Ever step is a struggle but still I press on, wiggling myself to the top. Up there however, the dread is only magnified. Slow breaths enter an exit my body as I tiptoe to the edge, staring down at the gentle waves rolling across the pool.

Another breath, deeper this time.

My eyes clamp shut.

And my feet push off the board, limbs spreading as the wind rushes against me, body parallel to the water below me. It takes a sudden smack to kill it. Ears ringing like an alarm as I slip inches below the surface I can feel my heart pound against my body like a battering ram trying to get out. I can't focus, I can't breathe, and floating back to the surface I can't even think. Struggling to get my bearings, I kick blindly to until I reach the edge the pool, pathetically dragging myself to the surface. My entire body stung like the word's swiftest fast to my everywhere, and forcing raspy breathes into my lungs, I rapidly limped away in retreat.

That was the first time I'd ever seen the girls, and I never saw them again.

This one time I was on holiday with my father (I was about 6) and I was playing tag with these random kids when one of them nearly pushed me over. I was so pissed that I ran up to him and started beating the seven shades of shit out of him until my dad yanked me off him.

This other time I was in nursery (year 2) and some retarded dick head was following me around the entire playground. I told him to piss off but he was still following me, that was until I turned around and swung my right hand at him, knocking one of his teeth out.

So, yeah. I was pretty violent as a small child. Funny, because now I'm more of a soft guy.

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This one time I was on holiday with my father (I was about 6) and I was playing tag with these random kids when one of them nearly pushed me over. I was so pissed that I ran up to him and started beating the seven shades of shit out of him until my dad yanked me off him.

This other time I was in nursery (year 2) and some retarded dick head was following me around the entire playground. I told him to piss off but he was still following me, that was until I turned around and swung my right hand at him, knocking one of his teeth out.

So, yeah. I was pretty violent as a small child. Funny, because now I'm more of a soft guy.

You go girl

I was five or six and I was at Chucke Cheese and I was one curious little fucker and got my head stuck in that upper opening of a gumball machine. My mom managed to pull me out though.

Also I remember when my little brother was going to school for the first time and on the way their I told him about how terrible and scary school is and he started crying. Laughed my ass off.

Once I wasn't feeling well at school so I went to the office and told them I wanted to go home. (I was 6) So the receptionist called my mother and asked me to wait for her. Well she must not have been specific enough because instead of waiting in the lobby area I went to lunch and recess like 3 times before they finally figured out where I was. It was a good day to be a first grader.