My childhood was nothing but horrible memories...
I would be unable to recall all of them here,
but to put it in simple terms, on average I have attended a different school for every year I was in school, so I have just about seen it all.
I wasn't really a child when this happened, I mean I was 18, but still finishing highschool, which is child enough for most...
It was a lower income inner city school, and there were on campus officers known for harassing students.
I was in the top quarter, which wasn't bad for an overcrowded and failing school, passing all my classes, even in advanced placement and just biding time till graduation. Since gang activity wasn't uncommon, there was a strict uniform code. The day in question was a free dress code day where select students could wear civilian clothing instead of the typical khaki and polo. Since I had work in the tattoo shop after, I was wearing a shirt that had my back tattoos exposed, during lunchtime it seemed to offend a freshman assistant principal who was rather green and inexperienced since it was her first year, and I had never seen her previously. I complied and covered them with my jacket, and she continued to survey and harass me, in which I told her that her work was done and she can go away now. She didn't like that one bit, and demanded to remove me from the cafeteria to talk to me. When I refused, unable to understand why she refused to talk to me right there, and unwilling to step away from public eye, she called an officer over who proceeded to pull me out of my chair in a grand spectacle to perform a take down maneuver and handcuff and detain me. The principal was present and full witness to the event, even having the nerve to ask if I was "special ed" because I was upset and yelling. You should have seen how much they resembled a troupe of circus chimps when I looked at her and nearly screamed "WHAT THE F-" Since I had done nothing illegal, just Insubordination and resisting ulawful arrest which is the ultimate sin in the public school institution, I was issued a warning and returned to class, where I proceeded to skip school for the rest of the day to go to work.
I could have easily found a lawyer and pressed charges, something my government teacher was willing to assist with since she was a witness to the daily horrors that occurred in it's halls year after year. I decided it wasn't worth the effort and headache, finished the semester and moved to a private school to graduate.
After the gross injustice I faced from faculty, they had the nerve to send me to court for the school I missed, I refused to attend class after that. I told the judge a little of my experiences, and that I did not plan on finishing the year there.
When I went to withdraw from the school, the same c**t of a principal even had the nerve to try to coerce me into graduating there, saying that such an old and prestigious school would look better on my diploma to colleges than the small private art charter I had in mind. I laughed in her face, because I knew by then she had seen how high my test scores were, how little they had contributed to that education, and that nothing she could have said or done would have made me stay.
I don't want to get into a contest where we are trying to one up one another with who had the shittier day stories, because I have a lifetime of sufferings, and I would win that one 4/5 times... that being said, there are things that are private that I do not have any intention of sharing on the internet. To sum it all up, personally there is nothing that is absolutely more horrifying than the dark recesses of the mind, and because of all the bullshit experiences, my mind has the tendency to be darker than most.
Severe childhood trauma is always fun for my family...
I remember being unable to watch the original Romero Night of the Living Dead at the ripe age of 5. My mother and her boyfriend proceeded to chase me around the house yelling "Brains!"
Traumatized for life.
Not long after, me and my Daddy-o played Resident Evil 2 and 3.
Between Nemesis, Jumpscares, and Zombie Dogs, I would have nightmares for life.
To this day, my worst dreams are being over run and SOL by a horde of the undead.
It is strange how the fear turned to a fascination as I transitioned from child to adult.
