If I could turn back time (no Cher ITT)

[FnG]magnolia

[FnG]magnolia

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from somewhere else said:
We all did crappy things as kids, to our friends, to our siblings, parents, maybe even strangers. Most of those things we've either forgotten about, or look back on with a laugh. Some things, though, were just so freaking horrible that you think back on them with a twist of guilt in your stomach and wish you had never done it at all.
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I was in Primary 5 and had a massive crush on a girl called Debbie. Clever and attractive, she was every 9 year old's perfect woman (even though girls are icky and weird). Our Primary School went through this phase of everyone playing as Star Wars characters (the first one had recently come out) during the lunch break and Debbie was always chosen as Princess Leia. All of the boys would then argue amongst themselves about who would be Han Solo (he was boss) or Luke Skywalker (good but not as boss). Getting to be Han Solo with Debbie as Leia would make the perfect week :cool:

Debbie lived on a farm which was further away from school than my house was so I would often see her walking past on her way to school. Sometimes we'd walk in together but not often. The days that we did were pretty good though.

Anyway, on to the disaster. I'd left the house to make the short walk to school - it was a short walk down a hill, passing several houses and an old house which had a Royal Mail postbox in a kind of extension to it. A hole in the wall one, not a free standing one. So as I approach this post box mounted in the wall I see that Debbie is sitting down with her back against the wall. The bottom of the post box was a foot or so above where her head was rested against the wall. She was reading or doing last minute homework; I never did find out what exactly she was doing. She hasn't seen me yet. Ok, the woman of my dreams is on her own and sitting down. What would any 9 year old player do? Sidle over and sit next to her, maybe making some great chat about how good her hair looks? Maybe offer to help her with her homework or carry her bags?

No. What I decided to do was look around for something to throw at her. That's right, I went for the option of throwing a stone the size of a half brick with the intention of aiming high and giving her a fright. She'd think I was awesome and funny (also manly throwing skills) and she'd probably want to be my girlfriend right then and there! So I aim high and it's a good throw. The stone hitting the stone wall above the post box makes a satisfying thud! noise and Debbie is startled and looks up. This is where my great plan falls apart. Instead of the stone magically disappearing once it had hit the wall, it decided to hang out with its great pal mavity. The stone fell straight down just as Debbie, my soon to be love, looks up to see what was going on. The stone breaks Debbie's nose and chips her two front teeth. It also scrapes against her lips, bruising but not bloodying them. I've effectively ruined her so I should probably do something to help, right?

So I ran home and told my mum I didn't feel well. My cowardly 9 year old self didn't know what to do and instead of looking for an adult to help I hid in my room. Of course, my mum knew something was up and a passing adult had found Debbie sobbing uncontrollably, still sat by the post box, and had taken her to school. The phone rang shortly after that and I was officially in trouble.

I really did feel awful and I apologised to Debbie and her folks and to my mum for lying. I remember feeling crap about it for weeks. The epilogue to this story is that in Primary 7, 2 years later, Debbie became the first girl I ever kissed :cool:

I still feel bad about it though. Sorry Debbie, I was an idiot.

Anyone else have any stories to share?
 
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I ripped up my first girlfriends valentines card infront of 80 children at the tender age of 10. I thought i would look cool, she burst into tears, and no one spoke to me for the whole remaining year.

TBH i knew it was downwards since then.
 
At the age of 18 with one of my first real dates, walking along I went to joking punch my date in the arm in a flirty kind of way, I ended up full on punching her in the arm and leaving her with a hefty fist size bruise. (girls are fragile)

I ended up going out with her for a year anyways I guess she didn't mind too much. :o still if I saw her now I wouldn't mind giving her a real punch in the arm.. or face :p
 
converse_uprise said:
At the age of 18 with one of my first real dates, walking along I went to joking punch my date in the arm in a flirty kind of way, I ended up full on punching her in the arm and leaving her with a hefty fist size bruise. (girls are fragile)

I ended up going out with her for a year anyways I guess she didn't mind too much. :o still if I saw her now I wouldn't mind giving her a real punch in the arm.. or face :p
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" (girls are fragile)"

My missus would give you one hell of a belt for that!
She a big lady!

Well she gives me bruises anyway.
 
I must have been about 8 years old when two of my mates and I took three girls out to the cinema. It was my first proper date and we all took one of the girls. My girl was called Lucy and she had blonde hair and very pretty. The best one of the lot.

We all went to see Spies Like Us in the cinema (good film). Lucy sat next to me and bought a big box of Maltesers which she and I shared most of. Towards the end of the film she asked me to go outside for a while as we were all getting picked up by our respective parents in half an hour.

I missed the point of this and told her I wanted to see the end of the film and finish the Maltesers.

My friends all got kisses. She went home in tears. I felt fat and silly. :(
 
@ OP:

Have you met up with her lately? If so, did you ask, "Oh Deborah, do you recall... Your house was very small, with woodchip on the wall...?"
 
remember when i was about 10 in primary school, was a girl i'd fancied for years called Naomi, she was pretty and was into sports aswell so an added bonus, in the last year of primary school one of her friends came over to me and asked me would i go out with Naomi, now ofcourse instead of saying yes an getting my first girlfriend i thought that if i said yes they'd all laugh at me and tease saying i loved her etc etc so i made up a story about i already had a girlfriend, i instantly realised the mistake i'd made when i saw her friend go back to tell her an the look of dissapointment on her face :( made me feel a proper idiot lol, still chat on facebook now and then though xD
 
Auckland... Hmmm smallish world - I'm sitting in an office just north of Manakau right now!

I would share a story, but yours is better than mine - and I'm pretty poor at story telling... Will see if the scotch loosens my tongue later.
 
Beren said:
Auckland... Hmmm smallish world - I'm sitting in an office just north of Manakau right now!

I would share a story, but yours is better than mine - and I'm pretty poor at story telling... Will see if the scotch loosens my tongue later.
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Hey there fellow NZ goon :) (full disclosure : I'm a Scot so strongly recommend drinking Scotch and telling stories)


from the original thread said:
I can remember a lot of stuff I feel guilty about, I guess reading the stories sparked this sudden rush of memories of bad poo poo I did.

When I was maybe 5 years old me and my friend decided it'd be a good idea to throw stones at this random house's beautiful stained glass front door. One of my stones connected a tad too well and shattered the entire thing. I've never ran so fast in my life, and I immediately felt bad after doing it. I hope they got it replaced.

Don't know how old I was for this one, but I remember it was on a playground with a spiral slide. I thought it'd be fun to hang one of my legs over the slide edge when I went down it (it was fun as hell, by the way) and managed to kick this younger kid in the face as I made my epic descent. I made a brisk exit from the playground while he sat crying. That was an accident but I could've at least apologised.

I once hit my friend over the head with a golfclub, and burst out laughing when he blacked out. The seriousness of what I did didn't hit me for a while, and I apologised back then but he was a really good friend of mine and I had no reason to hit him over the head with a 5 iron (nobody ever has reason to hit someone over the head with a 5 iron). Luckily he was okay.

I was a dick to that same friend another time as well, when we were a bit older we were on a bus and coming back from some place or other. A group of older kids started picking on him and whatnot, then when it came to our stop wouldn't let him off. I looked back at him being blockaded by this group of guys and just walked off the bus. I still remember him looking out the back window of the bus at me as it drove off into the night...
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This reminded me of another story I could tell :(
 
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