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Who hasn't. It's a part of growing up and finding out what is good or wrong.
I haven't... But you know, I'm odd. :lol:

Confession; I think the grades from my exam are faked, so it makes me look more clever. Especially my English grades, which are straight A's. I don't have any idea why though.
 
I have unhealthy super strong sentimental attachments to stupid things.
 
Was it a pencil? Bank pen?
No, it was a possession of someone in my class in year 3 (I was only 7 :lol:). I schemed that if I could tell the teacher I was sick, I could go to his coat and take the said possession out of it. I succeeded, played along with the "It's gone missing" story, and pretended to help find it (I told my parents he let me borrow it). After around 2 weeks of getting use from it, I decided to play the story up again. I got into school a bit early, went outside with it and literally chucked it into some mud. After about 3/4 hours, I went outside to pick it up, brought it back and said "I found it, it was in the mud over there."

Really evil, but funny coming from a 7 year old :lol:
 
OK here is my confession, and this might be the most stupid yet.

I'm scared crapless of pelicans.

Aww, I love pelicans! I fed a lot of squid to a pelican that landed on a fishing boat I was on in the Gulf of Mexico.

Did this happen to you as a child?

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At the Melbourne zoo when I was 5, we wanted to go to the butterflies and elephants, but there was a group of pelicans blocking the walkway (they let them out to just walk around in that area). And it just happened to happen that they took a liking to little Blake who was being carried under his fathers arm.

And then about 6 months later, we were fishing on a beach and I wandered of. Dad didn't mind (apparently I was a "little angel of a child" and so I went for a wander. About 2 minutes later, my dad is sitting in his chair with his friend with his rod out, and he see's this little child running along the beach with about 6 pelicans chasing him!

I actually don't mind non-aggressive ones and they really are quiet amazing animals, but I'm not fond of aggressive ones.
 
You know when people respond to adult things on the internet with 'I am 12 and what is this', I find it to be somewhat incorrect. Come on, 12 years old isn't really that innocent. I learned the F word when I was 12. And I just remembered back in school, there was this girl who sat behind me in class, who I sadly can't recall her name. Then one day, she went to the teacher's desk and bent over to ask a question or something. My lord, panty lines! O.O And it's not one of those disgusting ones. It was gorgeous. I was like, "WHAT" *looks around* "Is no one else seeing this?!!". Nobody was, everyone was busy with their own thing.
 
You know when people respond to adult things on the internet with 'I am 12 and what is this', I find it to be somewhat incorrect. Come on, 12 years old isn't really that innocent. I learned the F word when I was 12. And I just remembered back in school, there was this girl who sat behind me in class, who I sadly can't recall her name. Then one day, she went to the teacher's desk and bent over to ask a question or something. My lord, panty lines! O.O And it's not one of those disgusting ones. It was gorgeous. I was like, "WHAT" *looks around* "Is no one else seeing this?!!". Nobody was, everyone was busy with their own thing.
I'm not being funny, but I know of people who were already... "doing things" should we say at age 12.
 
No, it was a possession of someone in my class in year 3 (I was only 7 :lol:). I schemed that if I could tell the teacher I was sick, I could go to his coat and take the said possession out of it. I succeeded, played along with the "It's gone missing" story, and pretended to help find it (I told my parents he let me borrow it). After around 2 weeks of getting use from it, I decided to play the story up again. I got into school a bit early, went outside with it and literally chucked it into some mud. After about 3/4 hours, I went outside to pick it up, brought it back and said "I found it, it was in the mud over there."

Really evil, but funny coming from a 7 year old :lol:
What did you steal?
 
No, it was a possession of someone in my class in year 3 (I was only 7 :lol:). I schemed that if I could tell the teacher I was sick, I could go to his coat and take the said possession out of it. I succeeded, played along with the "It's gone missing" story, and pretended to help find it (I told my parents he let me borrow it). After around 2 weeks of getting use from it, I decided to play the story up again. I got into school a bit early, went outside with it and literally chucked it into some mud. After about 3/4 hours, I went outside to pick it up, brought it back and said "I found it, it was in the mud over there."

Really evil, but funny coming from a 7 year old :lol:
I wouldn't call that evil, I'd call it tactical ;) Back in the day (and I mean really back) I used to think like that, it just means your tactical and use things like that to your advantage, and in the end everyone was happy 👍
 
I'm not being funny, but I know of people who were already... "doing things" should we say at age 12.
Yeah, I read those kinda things in the papers for time to time. What a world we live in these days.
Yeah, I was referencing to the whole "I am 12 and what is this" response people usually give to adult things on the internet. It's just absolutely inaccurate. 10, might be a good age for that, I think.

How old were you? :sly:
 
Yesterday I got a serious case of road rage and kicked a car who was trying to push into my lane, forcing me off the road. When the guy pulled over to question my (to him) unnecessary damage to his car I strolled up to him and gave him a shove in the ribs.

I deal with bad, ney, dangerous drivers daily, many get the finger and/or a boot to a door panel but yesterday I was particularly raging.

The night before I'd been side swiped by an idiot trying to over take on a bend, cutting around me and them into me when he saw a truck coming towards us.

It's a daily occurrence which most drivers are oblivious to. In China nobody is taught safe road use. Driver education consists of vehicle operation. It drives me crazy.

It was long time coming. A moment before the guy I attacked pulled a move on me another guy had done the same. I usually have tactics to prevent duh things but I was at the end of my tether.

I don't think he fully deserved it. I didn't seriously hurt him but I saw he was shocked by my physical attack. I don't regret it. I'll do it to each and every dangerous driver who stops to confront my car kicking habit. The next one might not get away with such a minor assault.

There's a confession there, but don't expect remorse from me. I stand by what I did because if it takes me attacking every dangerous driver who puts my life in jeopardy to save 5 seconds on their drive then so be it. Maybe the message will start to get through to wider audience once the media gets hold of my doings.

I can see it now "enraged bikes goes medieval on irresponsible drivers".
 
Yesterday I got a serious case of road rage and kicked a car who was trying to push into my lane, forcing me off the road. When the guy pulled over to question my (to him) unnecessary damage to his car I strolled up to him and gave him a shove in the ribs.

I deal with bad, ney, dangerous drivers daily, many get the finger and/or a boot to a door panel but yesterday I was particularly raging.

The night before I'd been side swiped by an idiot trying to over take on a bend, cutting around me and them into me when he saw a truck coming towards us.

It's a daily occurrence which most drivers are oblivious to. In China nobody is taught safe road use. Driver education consists of vehicle operation. It drives me crazy.

It was long time coming. A moment before the guy I attacked pulled a move on me another guy had done the same. I usually have tactics to prevent duh things but I was at the end of my tether.

I don't think he fully deserved it. I didn't seriously hurt him but I saw he was shocked by my physical attack. I don't regret it. I'll do it to each and every dangerous driver who stops to confront my car kicking habit. The next one might not get away with such a minor assault.

There's a confession there, but don't expect remorse from me. I stand by what I did because if it takes me attacking every dangerous driver who puts my life in jeopardy to save 5 seconds on their drive then so be it. Maybe the message will start to get through to wider audience once the media gets hold of my doings.

I can see it now "enraged bikes goes medieval on irresponsible drivers".
Define kicked? You door dinged him or literally kicked the car? :confused:
 
Kicked, like one kicks something.

I lift my leg, bend at the knee and then extend the leg outward quickly using my foot to impact an object.

I've never done any real damage doing it. At most it scuffs the paint.
 
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