Hellions

Pixie · 03-30-2011, 08:42 PM

I was a hellion to say the least....

My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence.

I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away.

I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit.

And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda....

Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all!

dixie · 03-30-2011, 08:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Pixie

I was a hellion to say the least....

My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence.

I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away.

I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit.

And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda....

Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all!

Yeah, I had trouble like that with my mom.

She made it very clear from an early age that I was a pure accident and totally unwanted. She was very cruel and abusive when I was a kid, up until my 20s. Luckily she's mellowed and actually acts like a mom now. Unfortunately, even though I love her to death and I like the mom-daughter time that we have now, I will never respect that woman.

My dad, however, had always wanted kids and was a really great dad. Well, other than the fact that he wanted a boy so I was (literally) raised as a boy. But that's a whole other story.

moxie · 03-30-2011, 10:00 PM

I was a very tame child/teenager. Raised in a single-parent home and knew for as long as I can remember that my mother didn't want me (had that verified when I turned 18 and flat out asked her). Quite often, I think about why in the hell did I not get in trouble at school, with the police, get pregnant, use drugs or any of that other "hellion" stuff because I had no supervision or rules and was left alone for days at a time for years and years. I have yet to come up with an answer.

My mother is very conservative and the way I disobeyed was through my appearance, in hopes to embarrass/shame her in the community in which she was well-known. I wore nothing but black, dyed my red hair every color under the sun, had "punk" haircuts and would go through a white can of Aqua Net (remember the old aerosol haze that would linger in a room?

) in less than a week. She hated all of it and I loved it.

cara · 03-30-2011, 10:26 PM

I was pretty tame as a youngster, too. Had I not been in a choir with very strict "dress code," I would probably have acted out a little more with the hair and facial piercings, etc. 9th-11th grade was the grunge phase for me. 12th grade was the hippie/granola phase, which didn't exactly wear off.

However, not being able to actively rebel did make me sneakier. For instance, my parents didn't notice for about a year that I had pierced my ears numerous times in the 8th grade.

Rockinonahigh · 03-31-2011, 12:08 AM

When I went to high school I went from prankster to the biggest rebel rouser anyone can emagine.I was an only child from parents who abandoned me before I was a year old,my grand parrents raised me but as the years went on my aunt who lived with them became my guardien,she wasnt happy to be responsable for me so spent a lot of time telling me so in many nasty way.Then she would deside to give parenting a go but really didnt have ner heart in it,she worked all the time so was gone a lot.My grand pa had passed and grannie was haveing old age mental probs at then point all I know was I wasnt wanted ...by any one in my home.I had aunts and uncles who would do right by me when they were around but they were military and were gone a lot.Any hoo, I turned into a wild child with a bad rep for being a trouble maker to the tenth degree.I knew the school office real well,once the assistant princeple tryed to use a paddle on me I told hime if he hit me with it I would whoop his ass so bad he would never forget it..insted I did six weeks of detention..most times I never went cause I was out raiseing hell with the rest of the rousers at school.It took a long time for me to get pass that stage of my life.Corse by then I had near been in juvi hall,wrecked two cars got many tickets for drag raceing down an old highway.Smoked,could cuss a blue streak..didnt care about jackshit.Not shure how I got thrue all that but I did over the years I had to growup a little cause I had two kids to raise on my own..I garentee I didnt treat them like I was treated cause they had it as good as I could give them.

IrishGrrl · 03-31-2011, 05:26 PM

Hmmm...I think I will keep the most naughty to myself. LOL

But..

My grandmother had this boyfriend who was 20 yrs her junior. (She was a hottie) I resented it when she would bring him clothes shopping with us, so I would hide in the round racks with needles I found all over the floor. (remember those?) I would play hotter/colder until he walked right past me, and as he did, I would stick him in the ass with a needle. *screaming with laughter* (it's still funny)

I tried everything to get rid of the guy. One of my favorite things to do to him, was pick my butt, and then run my finger under his nose leaving traces of butt smell. (Hey I was 6 ok?)

Also, I would carefully empty his cigerettes and refill them with grass and leaves.

He played the guitar. I was always fucking with the knobs and getting it out of tune. Once he would finally get it tuned, and start to play, I would run past fast as the devil and twist one before he could blink.

I would stand in front of the bathroom with african spears my grandmother used in her dancing, and make him tell me the password. I gave lots of clues. He never got it right. Eventually he would go pee in the backyard. I never changed the password...it was then, and still is...bananas at midnight.

asphaltcowboi · 03-31-2011, 07:24 PM

I cant blame my parents for any of what i did i had a great family and still do.. whats left of us anyway.
but i managed to get into plenty of trouble being the 7th of seven kids..mom and dad working all the time to give us a good life my oldest sister kind of raised us but she married and had family of her own when she was 15. so it was me and 5 brothers at home alone alot. i used to get caught wearning my bro tighty wihties often.. i dug a huge underground fort in the very back yard and took the lid to moms washer for a door (hatch) come the weekend i had to fill the fort in and return the hatch before i could go on to my next adventure. my bros hid a rattle snake in my toy box trying to scare me but instead i grabed it an stored it in moms washer..then forgot. till mom screamed.. of course i had no clue how that got there musta been one of the boys. used to fight with all the boys in the hood coming home with fat lips and black eyes being proud of it! used to take my english bulldog (that looked mean but wouldnt harm a fea) tie her to the swings at the school yard and say real loud"dont bite anyone" so the swings would empty for me. anything that got broke or misplaced around the house had to be one of the brothers! i like motorcycles at a young age. took my tricycle found some black paint and fliped the frame upside down so it looked like a chopper. refused to go to school as a freshman because all girls had to wear dresses so 6 mos into school i droped but hung out in the "field" with the stoners during school hours
had to get stiches in my chin for fighting and was proud. but i never did get into drugs and recieved my GED at 17. then recieved an AA in transportation mgmt at 20. at 21 drove truck coast to coast alone. hauling produce from the San Francisco an so bay area to hunts point market in the bronx ny until i was 26 then landed a local union driving job in san francisco making deliveries in back allys all night. turly thought i was the badest thing that walked. but when the love of my life left me while i was in hosp. from a bike wreck saying she needed to be with someone she knew would be alive the next day.. it became the best thing anyone had ever done! made me thik about my ways /my life/ and that i could do better. im still a little wild with my friends an the bikes sometimes but TG nothing i used to be!

03-30-2011, 08:42 PM	#1
Pixie Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Equal Opportunity Friend Preferred Pronoun?: Girl Relationship Status: in service Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Sacramento! Posts: 2,868 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,691 Thanked 4,103 Times in 1,332 Posts Rep Power: 15274784	I was a hellion to say the least.... My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence. I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away. I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit. And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda.... Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all! __________________ Unexplored glimmering in the rough How does a diamond hide? -Pixie-

03-30-2011, 10:00 PM	#3
moxie Senior Member How Do You Identify?: a cynical princess wannabe Preferred Pronoun?: lipgloss junkie Relationship Status: yep Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: the ville Posts: 3,027 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,544 Thanked 6,765 Times in 1,846 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	I was a very tame child/teenager. Raised in a single-parent home and knew for as long as I can remember that my mother didn't want me (had that verified when I turned 18 and flat out asked her). Quite often, I think about why in the hell did I not get in trouble at school, with the police, get pregnant, use drugs or any of that other "hellion" stuff because I had no supervision or rules and was left alone for days at a time for years and years. I have yet to come up with an answer. My mother is very conservative and the way I disobeyed was through my appearance, in hopes to embarrass/shame her in the community in which she was well-known. I wore nothing but black, dyed my red hair every color under the sun, had "punk" haircuts and would go through a white can of Aqua Net (remember the old aerosol haze that would linger in a room? ) in less than a week. She hated all of it and I loved it. __________________ "Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love." - Wally Lamb

03-30-2011, 10:26 PM	#4
cara Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Queer/lesbian femme Preferred Pronoun?: She/her Relationship Status: Married to my love 08.15.15 Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Indianapolis, IN Posts: 3,401 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 11,995 Thanked 13,254 Times in 2,725 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	I was pretty tame as a youngster, too. Had I not been in a choir with very strict "dress code," I would probably have acted out a little more with the hair and facial piercings, etc. 9th-11th grade was the grunge phase for me. 12th grade was the hippie/granola phase, which didn't exactly wear off. However, not being able to actively rebel did make me sneakier. For instance, my parents didn't notice for about a year that I had pierced my ears numerous times in the 8th grade. __________________ "The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you; they are unique manifestations of the human spirit." ~Wade Davis

03-31-2011, 07:24 PM	#7
asphaltcowboi Senior Member How Do You Identify?: butch Relationship Status: HAPPY Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: ..... Posts: 1,509 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,367 Thanked 3,297 Times in 1,042 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	I cant blame my parents for any of what i did i had a great family and still do.. whats left of us anyway. but i managed to get into plenty of trouble being the 7th of seven kids..mom and dad working all the time to give us a good life my oldest sister kind of raised us but she married and had family of her own when she was 15. so it was me and 5 brothers at home alone alot. i used to get caught wearning my bro tighty wihties often.. i dug a huge underground fort in the very back yard and took the lid to moms washer for a door (hatch) come the weekend i had to fill the fort in and return the hatch before i could go on to my next adventure. my bros hid a rattle snake in my toy box trying to scare me but instead i grabed it an stored it in moms washer..then forgot. till mom screamed.. of course i had no clue how that got there musta been one of the boys. used to fight with all the boys in the hood coming home with fat lips and black eyes being proud of it! used to take my english bulldog (that looked mean but wouldnt harm a fea) tie her to the swings at the school yard and say real loud"dont bite anyone" so the swings would empty for me. anything that got broke or misplaced around the house had to be one of the brothers! i like motorcycles at a young age. took my tricycle found some black paint and fliped the frame upside down so it looked like a chopper. refused to go to school as a freshman because all girls had to wear dresses so 6 mos into school i droped but hung out in the "field" with the stoners during school hours had to get stiches in my chin for fighting and was proud. but i never did get into drugs and recieved my GED at 17. then recieved an AA in transportation mgmt at 20. at 21 drove truck coast to coast alone. hauling produce from the San Francisco an so bay area to hunts point market in the bronx ny until i was 26 then landed a local union driving job in san francisco making deliveries in back allys all night. turly thought i was the badest thing that walked. but when the love of my life left me while i was in hosp. from a bike wreck saying she needed to be with someone she knew would be alive the next day.. it became the best thing anyone had ever done! made me thik about my ways /my life/ and that i could do better. im still a little wild with my friends an the bikes sometimes but TG nothing i used to be! __________________

03-31-2011, 12:08 AM	#5
Rockinonahigh Senior Member How Do You Identify?: stone butch Preferred Pronoun?: makes no diffrence,I know who I am. Relationship Status: single,maybe looking if the right person comes along. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: shreveport,Louisiana Posts: 4,907 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,682 Thanked 14,933 Times in 3,938 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	When I went to high school I went from prankster to the biggest rebel rouser anyone can emagine.I was an only child from parents who abandoned me before I was a year old,my grand parrents raised me but as the years went on my aunt who lived with them became my guardien,she wasnt happy to be responsable for me so spent a lot of time telling me so in many nasty way.Then she would deside to give parenting a go but really didnt have ner heart in it,she worked all the time so was gone a lot.My grand pa had passed and grannie was haveing old age mental probs at then point all I know was I wasnt wanted ...by any one in my home.I had aunts and uncles who would do right by me when they were around but they were military and were gone a lot.Any hoo, I turned into a wild child with a bad rep for being a trouble maker to the tenth degree.I knew the school office real well,once the assistant princeple tryed to use a paddle on me I told hime if he hit me with it I would whoop his ass so bad he would never forget it..insted I did six weeks of detention..most times I never went cause I was out raiseing hell with the rest of the rousers at school.It took a long time for me to get pass that stage of my life.Corse by then I had near been in juvi hall,wrecked two cars got many tickets for drag raceing down an old highway.Smoked,could cuss a blue streak..didnt care about jackshit.Not shure how I got thrue all that but I did over the years I had to growup a little cause I had two kids to raise on my own..I garentee I didnt treat them like I was treated cause they had it as good as I could give them.

03-31-2011, 05:26 PM	#6
IrishGrrl Member How Do You Identify?: Queer Femme Leatherdyke Preferred Pronoun?: She/her Relationship Status: In a relationship/non-monogamous Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Fort Worth, TX Posts: 877 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 276 Thanked 1,209 Times in 366 Posts Rep Power: 2427288	Hmmm...I think I will keep the most naughty to myself. LOL But.. My grandmother had this boyfriend who was 20 yrs her junior. (She was a hottie) I resented it when she would bring him clothes shopping with us, so I would hide in the round racks with needles I found all over the floor. (remember those?) I would play hotter/colder until he walked right past me, and as he did, I would stick him in the ass with a needle. screaming with laughter (it's still funny) I tried everything to get rid of the guy. One of my favorite things to do to him, was pick my butt, and then run my finger under his nose leaving traces of butt smell. (Hey I was 6 ok?) Also, I would carefully empty his cigerettes and refill them with grass and leaves. He played the guitar. I was always fucking with the knobs and getting it out of tune. Once he would finally get it tuned, and start to play, I would run past fast as the devil and twist one before he could blink. I would stand in front of the bathroom with african spears my grandmother used in her dancing, and make him tell me the password. I gave lots of clues. He never got it right. Eventually he would go pee in the backyard. I never changed the password...it was then, and still is...bananas at midnight.