He was sitting at the computer, on the other side of the room and obscured by desks - like I said, I didn't even know he was there, I don't know if any of the other guys knew he was there. So all was right and happy and innocent with the world for a few minutes, since this was still my childhood. We were talking about girls we liked, the latest hockey results, video games and the like, and occasionally even getting a bit of work done. But then I heard a noise that will haunt my dreams until I depart this mortal coil. It was panting, like a wounded animal, mixed in with.. they were like pubescent voice crack grunts. I immediately associated these sounds with Vinod, and looked around to make sure he was okay. If he got hurt with just us around, we'd be sure to get in shit. I stood up and walked over to the large desk of the girl I had a bit of a crush on at the time, almost tripping over her big black winter boots(April in Canada, hooray for blizzards). I peered over it to get a look at the computer area, and what I saw was burnt in to my retinas. I can recall every tiny detail of the ninety degrees of vision at that moment of my life, and I suspect I will forever. The rainbow arrangement of the colored mechanical pencils lying neatly on the desk of the gay guy who felt me up at a party that one time(I didn't mind). The heart shaped scratchings on the desk of that overweight aboriginal girl that nobody talked to.

But of course, what I remember most is that brown, Indian kid, swinging his oddly shaped head towards me, his face a mask of shock and fear, like a deer caught in headlights. His crooked, black-skinned penis, rock-hard with it's bright red head partially obscured by the dirty fingernails of the hand that cradled it. With not a word, nor even zipping up his pants or tucking away his boomerang shaped member, he bolted to his feet and fled through an old wooden door in to the access hallway/cramped lounge area where I first made out with a girl, between the classroom and the cafeteria.
I was inarticulate with shock. My friends hadn't seen what had happened, and asked me what was wrong. In response I mumbled something that I don't recall and stumbled backwards, falling ass-first on to one of the round studying tables. After a few minutes of incoherent cursing, my friends figured out what had happened. We told our male teacher, Mr Devereaux, who investigated the computer's browsing history, perhaps out of a desire to disgust himself. For some, strange, unfathomable reason, he allowed us to join him. Granny porn, watersports, gay fisting, scat fetish. You name it, it had been visited in the last twenty minutes. I don't remember much else of what happened that day.

BORING.

My childhood ended on Friday, June 15th, 1990, at 8:30 PM, when I learned that my parents had abandoned me for a life of fun and sun and drugs in Florida.

It's an every day battle not to track them down and kill them.

Anyway, that's how my childhood ended.
Anybody else's go out in a particularly stupid way?

>>2483950

Oh shit dude wtf. That's my birthday. Down to the hour if you're EST.

Whoa.

>>2483950
holy shit

you have an awesome life goal

the day I stopped worrying about my dad's health and started smoking with him.

>>2483950

Dude I feel bad for you.

>>2483965
Yes, EST.

>>2483993
You don't even know. Right now I have "What a day for a daydream" playing in my head, and all I can visualize is blood.

And I just had some rootbeer and spicy cheese popcorn.

Shortly after my first suicide attempt, at age 8. I was a fucked up kid.

Probably when I was 12 and I found porn on my family's computer. I realized that my dad probably didn't love my mom, marriage is a sham, I was worried that my family would fall apart, I felt disgusted with men and alternately had to confront my feelings of attraction towards my gender.

This along with my (actual) friend telling me about how my other (supposed) friends didn't really like me just led me to say fuck it to the world.

My childhood ended on the first day of middle school. I break down the first 24 years of my life like so:

Ages 0-6: Summer
Ages 6-12: Fall
Ages 12-18: Winter
Ages 18-24: Spring

It's an interesting way to think of things. Especially since middle and high school were such shit times for me.

13 years old, parents divorced and grandparents who i was really close to died.. thats when my life went down the tubes and i guess my childhood ended

started smoking, drinking, doing all kinds of drugs, all that stuff.. im fine now tho i think

My childhood ended when my mother first stepped in to stop my dad from beating me. ah, quiet complacence in the face of pain never seemed quite so enjoyable as when it was shattered by the first voice of protest.

Somewhere toward the end of fourth grade when I was explicitly told that my only "friend" thought I was a loser and that he had only invited me over or even talked to me to help him catch all 151.

When I turned 12 I figured out that my private school and my parents were a bunch of pussies who cling to God like drowning men to a life, and will essentially ostracize me should I express any dissonance with their beliefs.

Feels good man!

I have no memories of my childhood. If not for old photos and clothes, I would have no reason to believe I existed before 17 years old. It's actually pretty sweet.

>>2483950

Do it faggot.

My childhood didn't die on one particular day, I just sort of... grew up. Same deal with my voice breaking, didn't crackle, just slowly deepened. Is it normal for things to happen over a long period of time for some people, /r9k/?

PS. Cool story, OP

My childhood ended in 2002, May the 11th, when I turned thirteen, thus becoming a teenager and ending my childhood.

10 years old.

My family fell apart. The yelling, the fighting, the moving, finally forced me to grow up fast.

Shameful, but I am living with it.

Something like that occurred to me also this indian kid sanu was looking at por at the library during the end finals at the library not exactly sure what it was but he was on several porn site i later heard from a friend that his parents sent his ass back to india cause they fund massive amounts of porn on the computer i was frinds with some of the other indians andhe was the only one that never came out we even ran into him once and the kid just went home i wonder what kind of porn it was

my childhood ended when my parents got divorced and when i was at my dad's house i had to take care of myself cause he worked late. i was in 2nd grade.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

when I was 11 or 12

shit sucks man

>>2484395
Periods and commas, man.
They're your friends.

>>2484395
>>2483921
Indians seem to be a recurring reason of dead childhood...

I sometimes still wonder if it's "over," even after all of the shit I've been through. Sure, not nearly as much as some, but enough to leave a mark.

But one defining moment? Stepping from "childhood" to "adulthood"?

I don't think I can name one.

Probably when I was 6 and I told my brother Dad beat me (he didn't) for some stupid reason.
He was apparently stressed out or something and called me in to a room with him and mom. He threw me up on a table, my back to him, and pulled up my shirt.
He took off his belt, or was taking it off, and saying "So you think I beat you huh? You want to know what a beating is? I'll show you what a a real beating is!"
And my mom was crying and saying "no - don't" and got him to stop and I ran away crying.

Thats pretty much when I began to fear my father and realize life wasn't perfect and full of Teenage mutant Ninja Turtle movies.

What's up with you people saying your parent's divorce ended your childhood?

Mine got divorced when I was like 10 or so, I never cared.
...Maybe, my childhood ended before that. Shit, now I'm confused.

Possibly when a man hung himself when I was in 7th grade. He did it from a bridge near our school and I missed the rope snapping but saw him afterwards writhing around pathetically in the drain below the bridge.

(the rope had snapped and he fell)

>>2484419
Not childhood to adulthood. Childhood to adolescence.

blck

I suppose my childhood degraded pathetically as I began using the internet in privacy. By 12 I fapped to free porn sample videos on the family computer (covering my tracks by clearing the history) when my parents were out, as well as erotic furry art (I'm over it now, but I still enjoy some anthro work, within reason). I cybered with stupid bitches, and one time an 18-year-old; that was weird, in retrospect. Still, I was very immature and acted like a queermo, the way I typed like a cutesy fag with smilies in overabundance.

By the time I got my own computer at age 14, I was beatin' it like never before. The porn, the furry porn, the hentai, it was just filling my mind and shaped me into a pervert with no array of bitches to fuck. I've gradually tried to clean up my act, and having recently turned 18 I believe I have a clean slate to start my new, mature life as a man. I won't abandon my sexuale vices that give me such pleasure, but already my artistic abilities have improved as I focus on less scandalous subjects, and my online communication is far more refined and less childish.

Beginning of the end: First grade, when I fully realized my autistic twin brother wasnt like everybody else, and started a ten year period in which I constantly fought off school-yard assholes

Last blip of childhood taken away: When I turned diabetic, which means I have to work for a corporation that gives health insurance (no hitchhiking around the world for me)

The reason divorce messed with me is me and my dad were and are really cool with each other we hang out a lot, and he had to freaking move out.

Once again,

shitsuxman

I have never grown up, that is why I am still here.

6th grade.
I discovered google images could search boobs.
Then bras.
Then thongs.

That or my first suicide letter in 7th grade.
I was to leave home three in the morning and just endlessly run in the woods.

Alarm rang.
I saw the clock.
Never have I felt so much anxiety, I think.
I pussied out and went to sleep.

It feels like I never had a childhood. My earliest memory is of reading a book on parasites and discussing it with some old guy.

Divorce for me too. And discovering that touching my penis felt good. I started masturbating when I was seven. I was in my parent's bathtub, which had one of those removable shower heads, and I guess I somehow pointing it at the underside of my penis and . . . feels good man. I came and that was that.

Of course, when I say came, I mean I had an orgasm but there was no cum.

Also, I don't remember having testicles growing up. I don't think I looked at them until I was in high school or something. Weird.

If I could finger a date, it would be when I got a computer that was all my own with internet access.

Any delusions I had about the world were gone in a year.

Mine never did. I'm 23 years old.

>>2484751
>If I could finger a date, maybe my childhood would finally end.

meh, long story short; when i started secondary school.

fucking hated it.

When I switched schools to a new one where I didn't know anybody, and then later found out that all the kids from my old school switched together to different schools.

I was all alone.

SHITSUX

Probably when the first notion of suicide entered my mind when I was 11. I only got the idea because my father had a history of failed attempts...

>>2483921
your childhood doesn't end until you get married and procreate.

in middle school a kid chased me with a knife after we got off the school bus he chased me till i got sick of it and beat the shit out of him now at home all i do is work out and watch anime sometimes also hang out with my small group of friends

>>2483921
>>2483938
>>2483948

That was a pretty unremarkable story to be told over 3 posts. No need to be so descriptive, just say "the time I caught the Indian kid masturbating."

I still feel like a child. I've had some hard moments and my family has caused some rough stuff to happen, but I have yet to feel like my childhood is gone.

I laugh at the people who say "the first time I looked at porn" or some garbage. I've been looking at porn since I was 10 and jacking off since I was 7.

Born in china, went to trade school, got drafted, left the army and worked as a nurse aide, got fired for political activism, get job, get fired for political activism:

Job, fired, job, fired, job, fired, etc. Died at age 91 with two kids, and having more jobs that I can recall.

There was a girl I liked from 4th grade to 6th grade.
I figured she'd like me back if I was in shape, I never realized that 5th and 6th graders probably lacked the hormones to build those kind of muscles. But in 6th grade a started "working out" hile my parents were out

Anyway we had a closet that had two sliding mirrored doors. I looked at myself shirtless in the mirror and the started doing sit ups. My boxers combined with the exercise was giving me a wedgie, so i stripped naked and continued doing-sit ups.
I took a break to stare at myself and think about cuddling and kissing the girl. I got a boner and started fondling myself. I decided my arms needed to be bigger and decided to do push ups.

Of course I had no idea how to do push-ups, so when I went down, I dipped low enough to rub my dick on the carpet. And Im still thinking about the girl, doing dick-rubbing-push-ups, hearing myself moan as I do the push ups. feels good man. I start fantasizing about the time I went to the girl's soccer game and so her in a tanktop and really tight soccer shorts.
DAT ASS + DICK-RUB = I came.

>>2485062
Best story ever

mootc0x

The day I came home from 5th grade class, got onto my family computer, and spent a good hour googling "bondage porn".

What's funny is that I didn't know how to climax back then, and quite frankly I didn't want to...So I would just get a huge fucking boner, and then stop, wait for it to go down, and then get it back up again. Over and over I remember doing this.

Oddly enough, when I first started masturbating (all the way lol) which was in the 6th grade, I wouldn't use my hands. I would lie down face up in my bed, and simply thrust up with my pelvis for a while until I came.

Yeah, I didn't what the fuck I was doing.

>>2484926
Ignore this faggort, I thought it was interesting.

Plus original content is awwwwright.

I can't recall any particular event too...

Shitsux.

7th grade. No particular point, just the year in overall. Suspended for forgery, first time masturbating, first time my parents found out that I was looking at porn, addiction to video games, arguments, etc. etc.

My mom was living with her girlfriend at the time (yeah, lesbiannn, and not hot ones either), and I had just started getting into using the internet. I clicked on the Yahoo search bar and one of the previous searches was "fisting." Spent hours checking that shit out. Kind of scared, kind of turned on (or at least as turned on as an 8 year old could be).

I never had much of a childhood. I was always a shut-in, and I never had friends until I was almost 12.

In 5th grade, I moved to a new school. I wanted to make friends for the first time.. I really wanted to fit in. Other kids never liked me, probably because I had a terrible stutter at first, and then once they got past that (IF they got past that) I had no idea how to socialize because I'd never gotten that far.

I was determined to be exactly like the other girls. I spent my summer vacation watching the cliques in my neighborhood, observing how they talked, trying to figure out how to act around people... to find out what, exactly, I was missing that everyone else seemed to have. So, by the first day of fifth grade, I'd completely changed myself. I'd bought all the Brittany Spears music clips they were giving out with Happy Meals. I had my babysitter teach me how to understand other girls... I memorized boybands, I bought bellbottom pants, had my mom get me a pink bike with a basket on it to ride to school.

But you know what? None of that fucking mattered. I looked exactly like all the other girls, I'd gone to speech therapy, I memorized all their pop culture trash, and they still hated me. I introduced myself, and they threw mud at me. The boys still dragged me out into the field where the recess aides couldn't see and beat the shit out of me. They took all my girly investments, stomped on them, and threw them over the school fence, then dragged me across the schoolyard and tied me up on the swingset, covered in mud and garbage.

That's when I realized that no matter how hard I tried to be a normal girl, no one would like me. It's like I was made missing something that everyone else has, and everyone else can see it painted on my face except me.

>>2485401
This is why I voted YES on prop 8.

This is also why I will feel good about voting yes on prop 8 until the day I die.

There is no argument that can convince me, fellow robots, so please don't try. I don't want to turn this into a big discussion...I just wanted to say that it's these kind of little, unavoidable things, that will fuck up our kids.

>>2485460
Either that or they just remembered you as the stuttering girl from the previous year who was obviously still slightly unsure of herself and hence still a target.

If you'd gone to a new school with new people, all they would have seen is the face you chose to portray.

>>2484437
Hehe, immigrant parents?
Things were about the opposite for me...
I was always shit-fucking-terrified of my dad. I remember taking things he said like they were orders, until around the 9th grade when he started to lay back.

Now I'm kind of a worthless lazy fuck :/

>>2485497

Because "In 5th grade, I moved to a new school." means that they'd all be able to remember me from last year.

>>2484395
DO YOU HAVE ANY GODDAM IDEA HOW TO USE A MOTHERFUCKING PUNCTUATION MARK??? WHAT THE FUCK YOU GODDAM PIECE OF SHIT.

>>2485480
So this never happens with straight parents, amirite?

Never did. My entire life, every single one of my peers has treated me like I'm at least three years younger than them. I try my best and have no idea what to do. The imaginary age gap seems to be getting larger.

October 3'rd, 2003. The day my best friend died, nothing I could do, but it's all my fault.

it was a rainy day, I believe 7th or 8th grade

school was out, and I was waiting for my mom to pick me up in the outside waiting area

I stood on top of a raised brick garden-encasement, placing me about 2 or 3 feet above the heads of everyone else

I looked out into the line of cars for my parents' and I felt alone, I realized I was alone

>>2485460
d'aww.

too lazy to read everyone else's experiences ATM, but how are you doing now?

it'll never end

ehehehehhahahahahahHAAHAAAAHAHAHAAHA

>>2485615

Much better than then, not the best it's ever been, but I'm good. Thanks for your concern, kind robot. How are you?

>>2485508
Oh lol, was only skimming.

Sucks to be you then.

When I was finally told my uncle was gay. I guess I was sheltered and that sort of drove home to me that minorities really did exist. More disillusionment followed

>>2485615
Why would you browse /r9k/ at the atm? I hope you there isn't a line of people behind you.

There really isn't a particular moment, but I guess when I got to middle school in 7th grade.
Learned a whole lot about what sex was, started cussing, was around a bunch of people at the local anime store that closed down the summer of 8th grade...
Also when I realized my best friend from 6th grade was behind me in knowledge about sex... she's still learning, but doesn't understand quite a few jokes. I have to explain a lot to her. She still completely and utterly believes in Santa Claus. Not in the way like, the spirit of Santa, but like a little kid does...
Also when I started masturbating, which was around the end of this summer actually. I'm a female. It's sad, but I didn't know females could fap lol...

>>2485589
Looks like someone's got a story to tell.

>>2485680
Indeed it does!

asdfgjuyfdsdfghjhgfdsmootblox

>>2485589
Care to elaborate?

blck

>>2485717
your lack of self esteem is delicious

Well I guess that it was probably during freshman year in high school. I was confused at that point in my life and was pretty much alone. I had simply stopped talking/seeing many of my friends who were not as close after my best friend for 8 years got into the drug crowd and promptly pushed me out of his life abruptly and not too kindly.

After this I still had hopes of getting him back as my best friend (I did eventually, but it was never the same as before) but for the entire year I was pretty much the social outcast. Nobody would talk to me, not even to put me down or make fun of me or anything. I would still watch my former best friend on weekends with all of the drug kids.

One night sometime in December that year It was raining and I was walking back to my house from a cancelled soccer practice at the nearby school when I came across my former best friend laying in the gutter beaten up with a broken leg on my street. Apparently he had stolen drugs and money from one of the other drug kids and when they found out all of them came after him and beat him up including one with a baseball bat and they just left him out in the rain beaten and with a broken leg. I was shocked when I found him but I helped him up and helped him walk all the way back to his house. I never said anything to his parents after we got there, I just rang the doorbell and walked off back into the rain.

It wasn't until some years later that we became close friends again.

My childhood ended because of one fight I got into in 6th grade. I'm usually a calm kid who was nice and everyone liked me, and I was friends with pretty much everyone. This including the jackasses at school, so off and on they'd mess around with me which was understandable. But one day, one of those douche bags decided to trip me while we were playing football.

And not just a stick your foot out and trip you, I mean like kick with full force against both of my legs. On concrete no less. With that being said I went berserk and beat him senseless, to the point where my two big fat friends had to come and hold me back from breaking the kid's neck with my foot.

After all that it was common knowledge that I was now officially someone you didn't want to fuck around with, and it was pretty ok until 7th grade when we all went to a new school. Apparently people just thought I was the punchable beanbag that everyone wanted a turn to hit, so at this new school I was confronted by a little group of 8th graders.

And because I didn't feel like getting my ass beaten I decided to take the first step, so I beat the shit out of three of them(four in total). After that I was pretty much feared until I moved, which resulted in me finding new assholes who thought I wouldn't fight back. That killed my childhood, evolving from a nice and calm kid to a kid who was forced into fights to avoid getting his ass kicked and picked on.

tl;dr I was forced to get into fights even when I did nothing wrong.

>>2485567
Fags are a lot more open about their shit than straight couples.

They feel it's their fucking mission to indoctrinate as many kids as possible with their bullshit, and I wouldn't be surprised if they had the kid watch while they fisted each other. Fucking disgusting.

End? My childhood is restarting! Now I actually have the time and money to do the stuff I want. I play more games, stay up late, party with people I would never hang out with otherwise, and actually enjoy myself. I collect Transformers, watch a shit ton of anime, get great grades at my college, and have met some really amazing girls. I fucking love my life. I wish I was kidding, but this is the best my life has ever been.

Childhood is a state of mind, and the state is awesome. To me, growing up means more responsibility, obligations and respect. There's a lot of somber and sobering shit in the world, and I do my best to give it my time and action if I need or want to. But that doesn't mean I can't have fun.

19 year old man child advice? That shitty "High School Never Ends" song got it right. People don't change. The shit we need to do does. Don't let life interfere with fun.

HAHA FAGGOTS
my childhood never ended, i still watch cartoons and listen to awesome heavy metal.
ITT BAWWWWWW I DON'T ENJOY LIFE ANYMORE

>>2485731
I'm glad I could help, robot. Would you like some sprinkles on top?

>>2485896
I think OP was referring to that magical, childlike frame of mind that you can never return to. The closest anyone can get to it as an adult is through nostalgia..

The moment that my childhood ended was also the same moment that made me the person I am today.

Back in 8th grade, I had a girl say from the "cool" clique say to me "Hey, NAME, there's a someone at our lunch table who likes you."

Note: Up until this point, I was an acne riddled, loser, with literally no friends, and had been made fun of and harassed since the 4th grade by every single one of my peers.

To which I responded "Oh, who?", she answered "No one." at which point I felt this sinking feeling in my chest. All the years of seemingly endless abuse and harassment I had never cried or felt bad, but this one statement made me feel awful because for whatever reason I finally realized that none of these people, my peers, like me at all, they all fucking hate me for some reason. I also realized that life isn't some Disney fantasy where the little guy wins the day, because I never won a damn thing. It also didn't help that I had been abandoned by the teachers and faculty too, who saw what was happening but just never gave a shit.

Well, in middle school I was the social reject, I had "friends" all threw 5th-7th grade. They would invite me over and I would sit with them at the lunch table. The whole time, whenever I was with them they would shit on me the whole time. I was the bitch, I was always being called gay, a faggot, a loser, all that shit. In 8th grade they must of grew balls, they got really into it, humiliated me in front of all the girls, all that shit.

Anyways, when freshman year comes I go into the school with no friends...and guess what, I'm still the bitch, I had a technology class where I was shit on constantly by new people. I would eat in the bathroom on the fucking stall every day alone, thats how pathetic I felt. Sophmore year I finally got friends but they where druggy faggots, got me into weed and made my grade plummet, It was like an artificial happiness.
Anyways, one day at a party the kid takes my phone when I was drunk and took the SIM card out of it. He was a nigger, I asked my "friends" WHO ALL FUCKING SAW if he took it. They said they didn't see. I left the party. I went home. That night I stayed up all night and thought about my life. I knew I had to become a god damn man and stand up for myself. The next day I push the nigger up against a locker and told him would give him the beating of his life if I didnt get my sim card back.

During lunch I go to his house and confront him. I swung a punch at him. But as soon as he hit me I gave up and took the beating.

Yeah, I didnt beat the shit out of him, yeah, throughout all highschool afterwards I had no friends, but after that day, I woke up confiedent every day, I knew I was a fucking man.

>>2486196

Oh yeah, and no one dared to fuck with me after that day.

I'm 23, and I'm not sure my childhood has ever really died.

>>2486219
Man I wish everyone thought I was a bad dude after getting the shit beaten out of me like you.

Oh wait, that never happened because I kicked their asses.

Childhood? What's that?

I suppose I lost my innocence when I began dating my first girlfriend. She had me whipped. That could be considered my childhood.

I never really had much fun as a little kid. I mean, I did, but I don't have memories of it and stuff, maybe because I was by myself in the woods most of the time.

My childhood ended exactly a week before my 17th birthday and 7 weeks after getting my driver's license, when I got my first and only DUI to date. They put me in the back of the car and I was still drunk, and that's when I said, "Fuck it." They didn't have anywhere to put me, so I had to sit there for four hours while my parents drove to get me, and I was a terrible and hilarious smartass the whole night, to everyone.

>>2486196
cool story, you fucking man.

Your childhood ends when you want it to end. Don't let stuff outside of your control decide that for you.
Fag.

>>2486196
Oh Anon, I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. I hope you're in a better place now with friends and whatnot.

I lost my childhood when the father I never knew tried to kidnap me when I was 12.

The day my childhood ended is one day that I'll probably never forget. When I was about 15, my grandfather had been suffering from a string of medical problems over the span of four or so months. These ranged from a simple case of the flu to almost-kidney failure. One day, our then contractor and family friend and I were just sitting on my porch just shooting the breeze. Well, we get a call from my father that my grandmother needs help with my grandfather, she wasn't specific, so we weren't sure what to expect.

Anyway, we drive over there, go inside, and my granddad is nowhere in sight. She tells us that hes in the bathroom, well, we go in there, and there he is slumped over, passed out. The friend calls 911 while I stay in the room, holding my grandfather up, making sure he doesn't die from a lack of air.
I'm sure it was only a minute or so, but it felt like an hour, just standing there, holding him up against the wall like that. There was a number of thoughts racing through my head, but one that kept constant is the stark realization that people will die, and there isn't shit you can do about it in the end.

Sure is a funny way for someone to snap into reality, isn't it? Needless to say, my grandfather didn't survive that day, but I'll be damned if I forget that scene.

i was in 8th grade. i dont remember how or when exactly i found it anymore. it was a lump on my right testicle. surely testicular cancer. I NEVER TOLD ANYONE. i never played sports in high school because i was afraid to get a physical. i never went to the doctor when i was sick. obviously, in retrospect it was the stupidest and fucking worst thing i could do not to tell anyone. i'm 23 now and i'm still alive. i'm convinced i'm riddled with all sorts of cancer and i'm basically waiting until one day when i just cough up blood and die or something. its so fucking stupid to be embarrassed about something like that but i was for a very long time. at this point i'm so depressed and my life is such a mess i don't know if its even worth going to a doctor. i assume if i do they'll just tell me i'm fucked at this point and the cancer spread and i'm going to die. i guess i would rather continue to try and and be normal. i would give anything ANYTHING to go back and just tell my mom. i wish this was a troll.

went to a private Christian school k-8th. 8th grade summer I get a letter from my dad, I live with my mom and my dad lived in LA (divorced of course). My amazingly rich father was in jail for tax bullshit. I guess right then and there is where it ended. And then of course when I started highschool at a school with 3.5k students, from my school that had 300 students. The first year was amazing, made out with countless numbers of girls. I came back for 10th grade and shit wasn't so cash. From day one apparently all the faggots hit puberty and decided that they wanted to pick on the big guy (not fat, just tall and broad). So I spent 2 months getting in a fight everyday. Sometimes with up to 3 or 4 kids. I never lost one fucking fight and beat many kids senseless and bloody. One day 3 kids came up to me in the hallway. One had a scalpel he took from biology class and decided it was a great idea to try and stab me in the chest, I caught his arm, took the knife, and stabbed it right into his shoulder. The other two jump in and I knock out one with one hit, grab the other fucker with a handful of his long hair and repeatedly slam my elbow into his face. He fell down limp. I started running through the campus, jumped the fence on the other side, and kept on running and running and running. Went to the local traintracks and jumped on a slow moving freight train and road it all the way to fontana. At which time I spent two weeks moving from church to church sleeping where I could. Until I finally ran into some cops and they sent me on a bus home. I never went back to school again.

I am now 22 and making over 100k a year, tax evading like my father did and paying my mom's bills.

Like father like son.

wall of text is... wall-y

>>2487026
>wall-y

E-VA

damn it that movie was trippy

>>2487070
I was looking for a wall-e picture to post with my wall of text, but then got apathetic about it heh.

AND - that movie was awesome. I guess I still have a little child left

>>2486964
I have had the same thing since like 16, and I went and got it checked. It's a harmless varicose vein located around the testicle. now stop crying.

>>2486964
get this broski. My right testicle didn't decend. They had to go in there and cut open my ballsack and shit. Now I'm extremely prone to ball cancer. What the fuck right?

The whole ball cutting open thing might be where I realized life wasn't fun and games, and people get sick.

Mine ended when my father died.

Also, I dont count porn as childhood dying, I consider it part of it. by those standards I was 7 and we found playboys in the woods, I found them hilarious at the time.

It's not a childhood ending event and if it feels like it to you, you're a pussy.

What ends childhood is a traumatic event, or puberty. both are the same. Though a lot of people I've met are still children at 18.
I'm someone who had to grow up fast and take responsibility. The day you take the helm of responsibility and put childish things aside is when your childhood dies.

PS: no such thing as innocence. Given the chance, even the most well behaved children can be the most ruthless evil little assholes given the chance, and will see nothing wrong with it.

ignorance != innocence.

>>2484751
If you could finger a date, you wouldn't be on /r9k/ late at night :)

5 years old, divorce, mother got a brain tumor, brother died, father ALMOST died all in 1 year.

It all made me realize that there is nothing you can do in life to make yourself happy, because no matter what; the people you love, and the people who love you won't always be there for you, the only person who will always be there for you, is you.

>>2487143
you should get paid to troll like that.

>>2483950
>It's an every day battle not to track them down and kill them.

PROTIP: They're dead already.

My childhood ended so slowly I didn't even notice.

>>2487093
how big was it? the lump? i havent touched mine in years because ill probably freak out and cry if i do. its been like 8 years. sometimes i think if its been so long it cant possibly be cancer. i cant even tell anymore if any sort of pain i feel is normal or not. i know ball cancer is like the least deadly form of cancer there is, when you catch it early. so much for catching it early.

remember when tom green got cancer? i used to think about writing him a letter and maybe he could come and tell my parents i have ball cancer too then i wouldn't have to say it. and maybe since tom green is telling everyone it wouldn't be so bad.

when i was young i always kinda shy and all that. i always had friends though. i obviously wasnt one of the popular kids. i was the scrawny smart guy who got by by being funny. i still have friends and lead a perfectly normal life. i remember at first being scared and thinking ill never get to have sex if i only have one nut no is ever going to like me, and if they do they'll think i'm a freak. then i remember thinking i just wanted to be a normal kid and when i was done with high school id get it taken care of. after high school i just kinda forced myself not to think about it. i went and partied and drank and did drugs and went to college. i've always been depressed but i'm very good at hiding it. i think about suicide a lot but its not something i'd ever do.

>>2487134
that sucks did they find that shit when you were young? or did you have to go up to mom and dad and be like "yo i only have one ball lol."

I didn't have a single moment of glory.
My childhood ended 2nd or 3rd year of high school. I had one friend and didn't really talk to anyone in my classes.
I spent too much time on the internet and became jaded and suspicious of people.

>>2486572
It seems that /most/ people will have at least some respect for you if you're willing to fight for yourself, even if you can't win. (Especially if you can't win.) Most people want an easy target that won't fight back.

It's the real pricks that continue to fuck with you.

Either the night I was 14-15, rolling on E, and losing my virginity in some dingy apartment to some girl I didn't and still do not know

Or

When I learned one of my ex-girlfriends got date-raped

Or

When one of my ex girlfriends committed suicide.

When I was molested at the age of 11.

2005: got cancer had to drop out of high school

>>2487263

lol@paranoidfag

l2epididimus

>>2487393

fuck man, that honestly really sucks, and i freak out about a similar situation happening to myself

>>2487364
I think he said ended, not begun.

When I was 14 I got a chance to go to a local college for some of my classes. I liked it because I actually got some freedom which you doesn't come by much for a homeschooler. That was nice until the second semester where my mom started to take over and kept me as faraway from the college as possible. Worse I was failing a math class with only one way to bail me out of the hole I dug for myself. This of course would require me to spend time at the college(which never happened). I took it again in the summer but still failed(however I took the college placement exam again and scored above the class). I wanted to take it again in 10th grade but my mom gave me the excuse "there wasn't enough money". I never went back to that local college and now I'm a very bitter Creative Writing major.

the day my dad died my childhood ended, it was 1,5y ago

I don't have any dramatic things that abruptly ended my childhood in my past. It just gradually went from childhood to adulthood. Not sure if I'll ever reach that last one.

>>2486196
As much of a bitch story as that is I can respect it. It's nice to hear a non-cliche ending turn out for the best.

I honestly don't think there was one defining moment that eliminated the entirety of my childhood. Some things eventually clicked in my mind that changed my perspective away from the childish naivete, and other things were developed with experience over simply time.

I honestly don't know that I have any harsh OFUK moments that completely shattered my reality, but just little things. It's surprising that one thing clicking in your head can change the way you look at everything, like when you can first grasp the concept of sarcasm. When you're really young you just don't get it, but one second it will just click and bam. Also, I remember never really going through the whole "girls are gross" cooty phase that some guys seemed to go through, but I remember the first girl to show up after a summer break with her new set of ta ta's... :O Not that I was the only guy who grew up a little inside at that moment.

When my father died the summer before freshman year of high school, 5 years ago. That incident condemned me to a friendless 2 years of school before dropping out.

"HEY SON WE'RE DIVORCING"
"WHAT?!"
" YEP BRB PACKING BAGS"

one hour later

"HEY SON WE'RE NOT GONNA AFTER ALL"
"..."

Helluva thing to lay on a nine year old.

ffound out my sister was fuckin' my dad. dude dat sucked.

10th, 11th and 12th grade utterly and completely murdered my childhood

Puberty, friends started dating and I didn't know how to adapt, drifted away from them because it seemed like everyone was obsessed with sex while I wasn't.

Parents always fiercely arguing about money, muscles atrophied, 4 hours of sleep total per school week due to paranoia, weighed only 80 pounds at 5'8(male), extreme depression and extreme introversion, missed 60-70 school days per year and always late. walked 22 miles back to my home with 30 pound bookbag, had to go to the hospital for heat exhaustion and couldn't walk for 4 days because my leg muscles were pushed to the utter limit and I was already in terrible shape, all this just to avoid a class where I didn't finish some report. Teachers hated me because I was always avoiding their classes, kids stayed away from me because it looked like I was dying/messed up and rightly so. Mom used my name on bad checks later on so I had to go to jail for 2 months for something I didn't do..

After high school somehow I magically fixed myself, started going to gym(put on 55 pounds of muscle/some fat so far), got a job, college BUT I have no idea how to enjoy being social anymore and I'm always alone, which I prefer to be anyways because I've been alone for so long that I've long since adapted to it... My shrink says I have schizoid personality disorder though...

I spent half my time as a 9-16 year old being depressed but I think my childhood ended when I was 14. I spent a whole summer being practically nocturnal and on the internet, cybering and lurking. I can't remember much of what happened that year. But it changed my life and defined who I am today.

>>2487819
Holy shit, had you posted this before? Stop whining about it.

For me,my childhood ended when my mother sat me down and just told me plainly that my father had another family,a cunt and two fucking brat little girls. My brother was an addict and he used to pawn all my games and a laptop I had once for crack with his Indian ex-girlfriend. God bless him,he sobered up and got married recently. My mom is still bitter about my dad but she's gotten a load better from all that,even bought a very nice house. But here I am,jobless,out of high school and alone,I had to sign up for SSI to help pay the bills since I have some bullshit disability. I really do miss having a childhood playing video games and doing low stress homework hand outs etc. But life isn't all bad.

bump. I want more tragic and heart breaking childhood crushing stories.

They day I found out that I was my own brother, and my family were kidnapped by Iranian zombie terrorists.

SHITSUX.

I don't think my childhood has ended yet, and I'm 18. It's certainly starting to slow down and I'm starting to realize I'm not going to be a kid for much longer. I can think of a few events that might be signs of my childhood ending though.

12 years old: First time kissing a girl, seeing a boob, touching a boob, seeing a pussy. I didn't have the internet so this was all new to me and pretty "mature".
13 years: First time smoking weed, getting caught with weed, getting arrested by the police for trespassing, theft, and vandalism. I learned about consequences that year.
14 years: First time drinking; had a 26 of jack daniels all to myself while trying to impress my friends. I passed out on somebodies driveway in the icy canadian rain and almost died.
15 years: Got my first computer and was exposed to the internet. Needless to say my life was changed for the worse. I also quit doing drugs that year after a really bad trip in math class, it's one of my worst memories.
16 years: dropped out of high school and stopped skateboarding. If I had to choose a single event as "the day that my childhood ended" this would be it. I miss skateboarding with my old group more than anything. I miss(ed) school.

That said, my childhood wont be over until I'm married with a kid. I plan on getting a vasectomy and am against monogamy, so...

April 22, 1998. 12 years old. My mom had gotten remarried a year before, and he beat both of us. He had a thing for coat hangers. My mother was to terrified of him to do anything. After he finally broke my arm I guess it dawned on me that this was not natural or acceptable.
The next day, when pushed me over the bed to whip me for some imagined trespass I grabbed the pink rotary phone sitting on the nightstand with my good hand and crushed it into his ear as hard as I could. I lucked out, having to twist from the hips tripled the impact over what my arm alone could have done. If I had just bonked him he would have probably killed me.
I was still standing over him gasping and snarling when he woke up. Holding the bloody-spattered phone. His jaw was broken, his ear torn. I could see the fear in his eyes, but all fear had left me. I told him he had to choose; leave and never come back, or kill me, because if he left me alive I would kill him in his sleep the first chance I got. He left.
It's actually a happy memory, being the GOOD END of a nightmarish year, and me and my mother have been fine since then, but you don't just go back after that.

>>2488194

they sing of your story in Valhalla, and Thor himself nods twice in awe

Life started being shit when I was a toddler, but I didn't start being a man until the end of my senior year.

My mom is a malicious nutjob. She put me down and punished me for random things I didn't do day in and day out for eighteen years. She turned me against my dad, drove my sister to suicide, and raised me a pitiful, muttering, slavering mess of a boy.

One early sunday morning in senior year, I was playing world of warcraft. My mom woke up and walked into my room, and told me I was a worthless loser for playing WoW. She started telling me about how much of a pussy and a coward I was, and said I wouldn't amount to anything because, get this, I didn't get accepted to Harvard.

She had interrupted my instance run, and for whatever reason she was particularly loud this night. I stood up, walked over to her, and punched her in the face. She started crying, and I pulled her out of my room and slammed the door shut. It was the first time I'd genuinely enjoyed something. After that, I realized life wasn't so shitty, and that I could pull myself out of the hole I'd dug.

Summer after I turned 17.

Partly because I was a counselor at camp (the first time I had real responsibility) and partly because I found out my camp girlfriend was molested by her father.

When my family lost everything.

We went from living in a normal house in the city, to a trailer park with no running water during the winter, wood fireplace, and basically shitty conditions. The toilet we used had to be dragged out back and dumped in the swamp. We used a bucket for a shower.

Pretty shitty childhood to a degree. Guess it made me tougher.

>>2488262
Seconded, thirded and fourthed.

I don't even care if you're a troll, the mental image was just amazing.

>>2488337
So what school did you get accepted to in the end?

blockzors

The day my childhood ended was the day my father told me I wasn't welcome in his life anymore because he'd got a new wife and was about to have a baby. then later on THAT SAME FUCKING DAY my mother told me she'd been raped by him daily for the past 4 years.

I can't really remember being child in the first place.

Mine hasn't ended yet. I'm still really an immature prick at the best of times, with a really sick mind.

SPOILERS: Your inner-child never dies.

When I was 13, my dad slapped me and said I look my my mom

:(

At the age of 9 or 10. I lived in an apartment at the time so there was only one bathroom the family shared. I needed to take a mean piss so badly, and since the bathroom door was opened slightly I scrambled in without a thought- jesus fucking christ, I witness my older brother (age 12 or 13) trying to penetrate my cat Fluffy's asshole. I was bewildered and not sure what the fuck he was doing at the time, I just left and proceeded to my friend's apartment. I never bothered telling my parents, even though the sick fuck kept pleasuring my cat up until he was 16.

I pray he remains as a socially retarded furry and never has kids.

Haven't hit that yet. Am quite adamant on that staying so.

Today is the day. I am 9 years old and I just found 4chan. I spent the last two hours on /b/ looking at anal closeups and "gore". WHAT THE FUCK.

>>2488916
And you just happened to have that picture lying around to post? Go watch some YuGiOh or however the fuck you spell it.

>>2488923
I JUST spent two hours on /b/ you dumb Bulgarian nazi midget jew. I already saved like 200 images. Shit is so cash.

my childhood ended when I first found 4chan.

thanks alot, assholes.

When my babysitter's boyfriend made me lie naked in bed with him when I was 6. Afterwards I freaked out because I thought we had had sex.

I'm 20 and still a child I guess? Fuck people who say that we need to grow up. There is no thing like growing up, people just forget how it is like to be a child, to have no worries, to have fun doing simple things.

When my (very ex-)girlfriend tried to get me charged with rape, and got 3 of her country friends to try and throw me on a train track.

Stupid whore.

It was on ordinary school day, absolutely nothing out of usual happened, exept I realized that I would never become or do anything great or exeptional.

7th grade when I figured out that life sucks; and that the people who are rich and wealthy are either miserable or are assholes and ignorant

>>2488962
Hahaha, you did have sex, you just repressed the memories. How much sense does it make that you didn't, _really?_

I guess mine left when I discovered that I wasn't going to be like all the other kids, fucking around until college came then drinking and fucking and just barely sliding by. I was going to have to make my own way earlier than they were simply because my family didn't have the resources that theirs did.

The upside is that I'm far more enabled and independent. The draw is that I'm entrenched in responsibilities I couldn't give a damn about. Also, I'm starting to loose steam. I have work, school, and debt to finance my education, and it all starts to drag you down.

I feel a bit like an older man before my years.

In 5th grade I kept thinking it would be great to have super powers, I then realized not everything is possible and most of my dreams wouldn't come true.

I don't really think I can define one day/moment where my childhood ended. There were a series of events that happened to me that changed me from innocent youngster to confused teen.

August 1987 - A week after my 5th birthday, my uncle is murdered. My mom spends the whole day crying and trying to comfort my aunt. I learn what death is.

July 1990 - Find out my best friend (up to that point) is moving to upstate New York. We make promises to keep in touch. Never hear from her again.

October 1993 - Went to find my brother to bring him home for dinner. Find some douchebag picking on him and promptly slug him in the face. First act of violence ever. Next day I find out this asshole is the son of my english teacher. She does the classy thing of dressing me down infront of the whole class, saying I shouldn't pick on younger kids before giving me detention. First use of explitives in class.

February 1994 - First girlfriend. Her name was Erin, spent alot of time just biking around, finding secluded places to hug and kiss. We go out for 2 months before her family moves. I've never heard from her since.

May 1995 - Smashed some textbooks into the back of the head of this guy I didn't like. First out of school suspension.

November 1996 - Start dating this girl I met in art class. A month later we start fooling around. A week later I find her fooling around with a senior. Learn to never trust women again after that. Every relationship after leads to women leaving me after catching me cheating on them.

My childhood never ended, but it has certainly gone on hiatus a few times. I think the longest one was the first time I saw my stepdad hit my little sister. I always knew he was a jerk, and I had even talked to my mom about it, but she always said he was fine. Then, when I was over at their house for my baby sister's birthday, he got hammered and popped her when she yelled at him for being drunk on her birthday. Now, I've always been a really big guy, and he's really short and old, and I honestly don't remember what happened afterward, but I heard the story later. I yanked him out of his chair and threw him through the window in the kitchen, then went outside and picked him up again and bashed his head against the door until it broke. Then I just stood over him with his throat in my hands until (this is where it picks up for me) my older brother tackled me. My mom and even younger sister were standing there crying, the birthday girl was just sort of watching with a blank face, and my brother was just asking me what the hell happened. Apparently I did all of this stone-faced and silent, and my mom thought I was going to kill him. Admittedly, I probably would have if not for my brother's intervention, but that's a moot point. Still, I didn't feel like a child for a while, and I still don't when I see him. I still haven't spoken to my stepdad (it's been about 7 years), but I check up on my family pretty often, and in person. I think I've reached an understanding with him.

some time between 6th and 8th grade

A friend of mine(who I had it BAD for) got nearly raped by this greasy weeaboo at camp. As in, I had to physically pull this nasty, unwashed fucker off her. He knew some Japanese martial art, too. He beat the shit out of me until the teachers ran over. He beat me stupid, broke my arm and everything. She was crying her eyes out and begging him to leave me alone with her buttoned up dress shirt undone and pants around her ankles. Christ, I can't even put in to words the way I feel about sexuality now. It's all just.. wrong to me.
For some reason, it makes it even worse that he was a fucking CLASSIC weeaboo, too. He came to halloween dressed as rorouni kenshin or however the fuck it's spelled, and he would use japanese words in normal conversation, like he would call people baka and yell out sugoi or kawaii. he especially liked to call said friend that. I fucking hate anime and everybody who likes it makes me sick to my fucking stomach.
PS: he had failed a bunch of grades and was in 12th. He was like 21. She was 13, and I was 14. It's lucky I was an early bloomer and fairly strong for my age or I doubt I'd have even been able to pull the scumbag off of her.

I don't remember anything before around 10ish. In that sense, it feels like I never was a kid so there was no special moment I feel it ended.

When I was, a young boy, my father, was downstairs at the time, I was about 9 or so, me and two of my friends were messing around with games on the PC. I was frustrated so I typed 'shit' into the address bar to see what would happen.... I was greeted with a page full of scat... at the time we thought we could fap to it (I don't think my two friends had came before, I certainly hadn't) but after a bit of fapping we got bored and went to do something else.

That wasn't really the day my childhood ended, I think it was the first time I really 'wtf-ed' at the internet. My last day of innocence was probably when I was 12 and my gran died.

About two months after college started, at my student club. Someone told me to fucking stop being an arrogant panicky twat about everything. We had a massive fight and in the end I just gave up arguing. He dragged me over to the bar, shoved me towards some random people and told me to say "Hi, I'm [robot], nice to meet you". I'd never done that before really.

Still took a while for me to grow up. But it was the day I made my first real attempt. Four years later now and I'm still friends with the guy.

>>2489039
No, I mean I thought sex was when two people lay in bed together under a blanket. I was 7. He never penetrated me.

When i was 14 i bought my own private computer. Became completely desensitised to all porn and violent images. I feel i got a better idea of what people are like, and i don't mean that in a bad way.

Went from masturbating to my imagination and sex scenes in movies a couple of times every week, moved onto minute long sample porn clips, then free porn, then hentai, furry, drawn, and regular porn of all the tamer fetishes.

I'm glad but i still feel oddly nostalgic about lying in bed and beating off to a 30second softcore sex scene with the volume down on my TV, good times.

>>2485832

Ender's Game much?

I was about 14/15, and had somewhat long hair (I'm a boy), because, well, I was 14/15 and told myself that shit was cool and all my friends agreed and also had semi-long hair. We were the dork kids of the school, although we never got beaten up or called names, just ignored by the cool kids.
There was this school play, pretty professional, with a professional director and shit. I auditioned and the director gave me the role of a girl. I had my hair grow somewhat longer and wore fake boobies and shit.
All was great, play was successful, blabla. A week later, I had my hair cut to rather short (for my standards at the time), as I was coming out of this whole long-hair-is-cool-and-rebellious-phase and now that I didn't need it anymore for the role it seemed like a good time.
Still, my childhood was intact*. It was the comments I got from people, a lot of people, including close family and close friends, that shattered it. They all told me that I looked so much better with short hair, and that the long hair was really stupid, uncool, not sexy and negative in general. I was told this at least 25 times in a week. I hated everyone for not telling me this when I had long hair. Apparently, I had looked like a complete fool for three years, and nobody had told me. They all wanted to spare my feelings and shit probably. I, on the other hand, was extremely offended and pissed of. I lost my trust in humanity that week. From that moment, I never trusted what people said (or not) to me again.

*My psych disagrees. My father committed suicide when I was four. But fuck, I was four, I didn't have a clue what happened. It did not fuck up my chidlhood at all.

>>2488981
>people just forget how it is like to be a child, to have no worries,

Are you kidding, i worried much much more as a child than i do now.

>>2489463
You're retarded to lose faith in humanity over this. They didn't tell you because they didn't know. They'd never seen you with short hair before, and once they did, people were like "woah, he looks good" so they told you how good you looked in comparison.

Of course since you're convinced otherwise, I see why you need a shrink.

I got picked on since the 2nd grade. Maybe 1st aswell, but if that's the case, I don't remember it. I remember saying some shit about another person though, I got scolded bad for it, so I never did it again.

Then my life was a shitstorm from 2nd grade up to the 6th grade. I started faking sickness to skip school atleast once a week, (sort of subconsciously, I knew I was faking it, but I did not realize it was as often as atleast once a week untill it had gone on for a while... I pulled myself together slightly at this point and started going anyway, I needed to learn shit after all.) I stopped doing my homework. I don't know why, but I was prime target for people to pick on, my guess is that I'm just ugly and was the only person in class to wear glasses. I had 1 true friend, and 2-3 semi-friend aquaintances. I told my parents I wanted to switch schools, but they convinced themselves it would blow over, it wasn't untill a new school was built and I switched to that my parents finally realized how shit I had it as my mood overall improved and I really wasn't picked on anymore. But, this school wasn't entierly finished being built, so we had to keep borrowing classrooms from my old school. I, ofcourse, got picked on, and I wasn't gonna take that shit anymore, so I beat up everyone who did shit to me. Then was hated for that.

Also, my parents got divorced, but this was nothing. My mom brought me and my brother in to talk about it, and I was like "k, big deal". I hear people whine about taking divorces hard, but this was seriously nothing to me. I was completely indifferent to that.

TL;DR: Other kids killed my childhood