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15 People Who Simply Won’t Be Able to Forget the Things That Happened to Them in Their Childhood

Some people believe we should let offenses left from our childhood go and that we should stop reliving them over and over again. However, sometimes, no matter how much we want it, this becomes very difficult to do, especially when, as a little vulnerable child, you are blamed and punished by the closest people in the world to you.

We at Bright Side dove into the stories from internet users, as well as our readers, and we hope that they teach everyone to learn from other people’s mistakes and become better parents for their kids.

  • My father is a builder. In my childhood, he would always be on business trips. Once he brought me a doll from another trip to South Korea. There were no such dolls in my neck of the woods. At first, they didn’t give it to me because I could break it. Then they decided to wait until the New Year, then my birthday, then something else. Needless to say, I wanted to get it for every big holiday, I would make wishes upon falling stars and get only “A’s” in school. Long story short, my parents presented it to me for my 27th birthday. I was able to hold myself back and didn’t start crying, but I felt really bad when I got home. Frankly speaking, I just wanted to burn it so that I no longer had to see it and relive the offense. My husband talked me out of it. Eventually, this doll was brought to my daughter by the tooth fairy. I even played with this doll together with my daughter, but I still hate it. © Kaiyurist / Pikabu
  • I was a little boy and like many kids during those times, I would spend my summer holidays in a country house in a village. There we had a shed with so much interesting stuff stored in it. Among other things, there was a motorbike that my uncle liked to ride. But at some point, the motorbike broke down and since my uncle was very bad at repairing things, he simply put it in the shed where it stayed for 15 years.
    One summer, when I was turning 14, my uncle gave me the key to this bike in front of all the guests and family, and said, “It’s yours. You can do whatever you want to it.” Needless to say, that summer was wonderful — I spent all 3 months trying to fix the motorbike. And finally, I managed to do it: my friends and I found fuel and started the bike. All my relatives came out of the house looking at me and my motorbike, surprised. My uncle went up to the bike, jumped on it right away, and started to ride it. When he returned, he simply growled out, “Good job!” and parked the bike in the shed, taking the key with him. When I started to protest, my relatives said he would give me the key back the next morning.
    But the next morning the bike was taken away and sold. I didn’t get any money from my uncle. When I started to ask, he said I misunderstood him and that he never gave this bike to me. © xdizas / Pikabu
  • In my childhood, I lived with my grandad for a little while. Every time I was washing the dishes and a lid accidentally slipped out of my hands that resulted in creating some noise, he would shout at me so much that I was scared he would start to beat me. I was kept quiet all the time and was scared to breathe in front of him. I am married and I live separately from my granddad, but even now when I drop something, I have a panic attack. © Overheard / Ideer
  • My uncle used to work at a truck-production plant and they had a department that would produce souvenirs — small copies of those trucks.
    I got my first small truck for my 7th birthday and was getting a new souvenir truck for each birthday since then. I was so glad to get another present. However, every time my uncle was leaving, my mom would take the car and put it in the cupboard saying, “Don’t touch them or you’ll break them. It’s not a toy, it’s a souvenir. I’ll give them back to you when you grow up.” They stayed in the cupboard for a long time — 7 souvenir trucks.
    When I returned from the army, I found out that the cars were not there.
    — Mom, where are my trucks?
    — I gave them to my nephew, you don’t play with them anyway.
    I still feel hurt: at first she didn’t let me play with them and then she re-gifted MY cars. © guzel77 / Pikabu
  • My mom would literally blame me for not being able to build her personal life after her divorce from my dad because of me (he left us when I was 3 years old). She was a beautiful woman but always, and even now, she was a very selfish, egocentric person. I still remember her saying, “I wish I had given you to an orphanage.” When I reminded her about it after many years, she would aggressively deny it.
    Has her attitude toward me affected me? Yes, of course: a lack of self-confidence and the feeling that no one needs me has stayed with me for my entire life. © Tania / AdMe
  • I was about 10 or 11 years old. Like any other boy, I dreamt about having a bicycle. At that moment a bike would’ve cost around $25. When I told my parents about my wish, they said, “Go see your granny in the village and earn the money you need by picking cucumbers there. Once you earn it, you can buy a bike.” I followed their advice: I went to stay with my granny. I would get up at 4.30 AM every morning and pick cucumbers until 4 PM under the sun. I would work the same hours as the adults and my salary was good too... but it was my granny who was getting the money. She gave more than $200 from my salary to my parents.
    Suddenly a boy from the neighboring street got into an accident on his bike. Everyone was worried and this resulted in my parents refusing to buy me a bike.
    Even now, at 63 years old, I feel offended because of this bike incident. That’s why my son has 5 bikes and even a car for carting. © TomasKaukaz / Pikabu
  • I have always been a good girl. I have always helped my grandparents and never attended any parties. When I turned 13, my school decided to throw a disco dance. It was supposed to last until 9 PM. My parents told me that once it was over, I was supposed go home immediately (the school was right next to my house). “Yes, of course. I’ll be home once the dance is over.” I was going to do this, but I didn’t realize that our teachers were going to let us have more fun and play 2 additional songs.
    So I came back home at 9.20 PM. My furious parents, who said they were looking for me everywhere and that they checked the territory around my school and were not able to find me, were up waiting for me and accusing me of going away and doing bad stuff. My explanation that I was in school and dancing with my friends, that I promised to come back when the disco was over and I kept that promise, and that I didn’t have the watch and didn’t know it was past 9 PM was not accepted. I started crying because they didn’t believe me and because they even let themselves think that I was a bad girl. It took me a lot of time to let this go. © Irina Chubarova / Facebook
  • I have always been an “A” student and once a teacher put an “F” student at one desk with me. She wanted me to help him.
    Once, he copied my entire composition and I got an “F,” while he got “D.” My mom punished me and I still think about how much it hurt me. The teacher knew and saw he was copying: I was sitting at the front desk right in front of her. © Svetlana Frank / Facebook

  • I don’t remember — I was maybe around 7-10 years old. My father left us when I was 4. My mother was working a lot, like a whole lot.
    Once I was waiting for her to come home from work and cooked dinner. The fried eggs I decided to cook got burned, the frying pan got dirty, but I was happy and was waiting for my mom. She came home together with her friend and started to yell at me. Even her friend was trying to stand up for me. Many years have passed since then — I now have a grown-up son but I still carry the offense I felt then with me even today. © Leonid Gnyazdovskiy / Facebook
  • I was about 10. My dad was working in a village where my granny lived because there was no work in the city where we lived. On New Year’s Eve, my dad and I went into the village together and his company gave him 3 New Year’s gifts for kids (for me and my sisters). I still have no idea where the third present went, but since I had a sweet tooth, my granny blamed me for eating the present and not admitting it!
    As a result, 2 other presents were given to my sisters, while I couldn’t prove anything. And of course, I was feeling even more hurt when my sisters were eating their sweets and I was just looking at them. Many years have passed and I still remember this instance. © Oxana Haradezki / Facebook
  • My parents believed that kids shouldn’t be pampered. Once my dad bought a melon, and my sister and I were standing behind the door, waiting for him to invite us to the table, but he ate everything himself and left. We started to eat up the leftovers that were left on the peels and didn’t notice how our father had returned. Seeing us, he started to laugh and said that we were eating the peels like a couple of cows. © Overheard / Ideer

  • My parents would tell me to “grin and bear it” whenever I got hurt in some way because they didn’t want to deal with it themselves. For years afterward, I tended to keep any injuries or health issues to myself until I got after I got married. Now I have a husband who is more than willing to help me through the worst, and I feel horrible because, thanks to my parents, I feel like no one else should have to deal with my pain but me. © KadenzaKat98 / Reddit
  • When I was moving to a different country, I wanted to take my childhood photos with me. My mom made me leave them with her, saying that they would get lost with me and that they would be safe and sound in her home. When I invited my mom to visit my new home, I asked her to bring those photos with her. It turned out that there were no photos left — they had thrown all of them away when they were cleaning the house. Now I don’t talk with my mom, and she doesn’t understand why. Those are just photos for her, but they are a part of my life. I feel as if she has taken away my childhood. © Overheard / Ideer
  • I also have many of these memories. Here’s one of them. I was in 11th grade.
    Parents: It’s ok if you don’t get all "A“s but still, try to do your best.
    Me: I got a “B”.
    Parents: What? How could you? Why are you so happy? How will I be able to go outside now and look people in the eye? What a shame!
    This continued for a week. © Honey / AdMe
  • When I was 10, my mom asked me, “You have a birthday in 3 days. What present would you like to have?” I wanted a bicycle — it cost $30 in a thrift shop. My mother said I want too much, saying $30 was a lot of money for our family. So on my birthday, I go outside to the garden and see that my parents had bought a motorbike for my older brother. They took out a loan. I started to cry (they didn’t even congratulate me with words). But my mom said I was greedy and was being a bad girl. I am 46 now and it still hurts. © Lada Kurgina / Facebook

Have your loved ones ever done anything that still makes you feel bad?

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