I almost never got in trouble as a kid ...
DentArthurDent
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I think the only thing appropriate for this is to quote Monty Python
"you lucky, lucky, bastard"
No there is nothing wrong with your childhood, be very, very proud of it
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I never got in trouble as a child. In fact, I can only count twice that my grandmother got really angry at me. Once when I was a toddler, I drew on everything in the house with a permanent marker. The only time I got spanked or hit or anything was once.. I said the word b***h and she slapped me. I was really confused and managed to mumble out, "But its a female dog!" and she had to apologize to me.
In school I didn't get in trouble even when I tried. Somewhere in high school, around junior year I think.. I realized that others got in trouble and it was a status thing. So I made an effort to do things that were bad so I'd get in trouble. No matter what I did, the adults would put their arm around me and just give me that look and talk in that voice like I was the biggest disappointment of their life.. and I never got in trouble. Even when I wanted to experience it.
In high school I won perfect attendance awards if that tells you anything.
I still can't stand to do anything "wrong" as an adult. I guess its somehow scary to me. I watch kids today just walk out of the house screaming at their parents, or swearing at them, being told their grounded and the kids say, "So?" and walk out anyway.. and I'm in awe I guess. It never even occurred to me that I could do that. Its like it was against the rules and that was that. I didn't need a lock on my door, because once it was a rule.. I locked myself in yanno?
I was 10 years old when I got in trouble with my aunt and uncle because they went in my room and found a notebook that I had drawn naked stick figures in. They lectured me for a long time. I can remember staring at a hair barrette in my hand and clinking it open and closed over and over for the whole time. I don't remember anything they said.