I still remember being in eighth grade, just a tiny thing, getting admitted to the hospital. I was young, but I’d overheard the grown-ups whispering about suspected cancer and the looming possibility of surgery. When I broke the news to my homeroom teacher that I’d be out sick, she gave me this cold, lingering stare. Then, out of nowhere, she launched into a grim tale about a girl from one of her past classes. Said the girl looked just like me, got struck down by cancer, strutted into school bald as a cue ball, and then—bam—dropped dead. To this day, I can’t wrap my head around why that grown-ass woman thought it was fine to dump such a gut-punch of a story on a kid like me.
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Back when I was a tiny tot, my ass would itch like hell, driving me up the wall. I’d beg my granny to play detective and hunt for worms down there. She’d pry my cheeks apart and shine a damn flashlight right into the abyss. Man, what a wild memory to dig up!
#childhoodmemories #weirdshit #familybonds #wtf

Back in my childhood days, I was bloody terrified of trekking to my grandma’s rustic outhouse in the village all by myself at dawn. So, in a moment of sheer panic, I ended up shitting in a mug hidden under the currant bush. Talk about a crappy situation! 🤣
#childhoodmemories #villagelife #epicfail #whatwasithinking