japanrocks said:

Damn!

japanrocks said:

go mom!

my mom cooked my pet rabbit and tried to feed it to me.

*"The Omen"

*My babysitter sneaking off to play "hootchie coo" with a visiting friend while she was supposed to be watching us! Bitch burnt up my Jiffy Pop popcorn that day

*"The Rose"

*People attacking our house because we were the first black family that integrated our all white the neighborhood, Mama and Daddy standing were alone and armed on the porch for a bloody "Summer of Sam/Do the Right Thing" kind of night. I became used to the sound of gunshots that week, with every attack on the house, every attempted robbery. Our house was loaded with weaponry like Ft. Friggin' Knox. It wasn't the guns that bothered me, it was the circulstances in which they had to be used. My parents were southern and knew how to use guns to hunt for food. This urban racial warfare shit was an uglier, more terrifying animal altogether

*Drunk relatives at whichever family wedding, reunion, or funeral til somebody ended up rolling on the floor for no apparent reason

*Don't know if it counts, but there was some messed up reading on my part as a kid. I think I read Nabacov's "Lolita" and some jacked up prose form biography of Billie Holiday by the time I was 11 or 12( I got it from my new neghbor who's hippie-ish school teacher mom had just moved them down the street) .All that pedophilia in Lolita with Delores, and old boy shooting up her new dude in the end, and then reading about Billie and her scarred up arms, cuffed to her hospital bed cause she was still getting high on the sly, coke falling out her nose...yeah that mess kinda jacked me up |

My mother's penchant for horror movies. I spent my entire childhood avoiding my parent's bedroom on saturday afternoons because mommy was always watching some stupid crap on Channel 43, where the lady was trapped in the asylum or house and then they all attackd her at the end and chopped her up into a bloody mess. It's like damn, there were no happy endings in 70's slasher films.
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man that's messed up

yeah, The Omen for me to

and The Shining and Clockwork Orange and Randy the Electric Lady http://io9.com/tag/randy-...tric-lady/
[Edited 6/4/09 5:25am]

Wow everyone...

Seeing my dad beat the crap out of my mom...more than once (starting at 4 or 5)

Watching my uncles snort coke about 3 feet from me when I was 10

injured folks.

The movie "The Exorcist" and I would get nightmares.

seeing my cousin naked...ewwww!
a really bad motorcycle accident
finding my dad's porn stash (adam & eve & playboy)
finding my mom's porn stash (playgirl mag & calendar)
poltergeist - damn clown

being locked in our bathroom with my mom and her boyfriend, forcing her to smoke crack in front of me in an asthma inhaler, my dog barking his wildness outside

Age 14...
seeing all sorts of disturbing images online. All I'm gonna say is rotten.com

Shouldn't have seen:

....Mom's walking away and getting on a bus when I was 5...ain't seen her since!
....older classmate in HS slamming his motorcycle into a station wagon so hard that it made a "V" shape out of the car...and damned near decapitated him in the process...
...Operation Iraqi Freedom and all of the trappings....live and in person on the ground in Iraq...(I know this wasn't as a kid, per se, but I AM PETER PAN!!)

...and the whole porn thing since I was 12....strange shit!
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LadyLuvSexxy said:

Yeah that one too

My uncle "peeing" while standing up, but I didn't see anything else

Tons of muchmusic music videos

handcuffs in my uncle's drawer when I was snooping around shortly after he got engaged

Some of your stories here...

By the age of 10....


Domestic violence.

Nervous breakdown.

Broken bones.

Suicide.

Death.

Porn.

Infidelity.

Clowns.

Exorcist.

Pet killed.

Ppl in power on drugs.

My cousins' survival after being burnt alive.

PanthaGirl said:

I tended to see other stuff as a kid, like visions of neighbors or faces of the recently deceased. Especially when my grandfather died. Saw that dude everywhere... Seriously.

ThreadBare said:

My oldest daughter was like that when she was little.

She knew who deceased relatives were when she saw their pictures, and she told me once that my grandmother had fallen and gotten hurt. I called and sure enough, she was at the hospital.

PunkMistress said:

Yeah, to some extent, it´s something that´s stayed with me. My mom has "it," too. I dream places and people I later visit for the first time or meet. In Christianity, it's known as a prophetic gift. It still spooks me out a bit when I pray about something random that someone hasn't told me about, and it turns out to be dead on. But, I'm glad to use it for good.