My dad listened to heavy mental against his parents wishes, who only let him listen to country
My waifu is the most wonderful waifu. Mai Valentine.
We're freaking out that we're running out of time, but to do what? Should i stop and think of that? Is there something i could do to slow it down? Live in a day for once, instead of watch it sprinting by
Yep same here as the above poster, I always listened to my parents and never watched things I wasn't supposed to. I remember my mom didn't want me to watch The Simpsons back in the day because she thought it was an adult cartoon, then later on softened up about it.
Later on in life after I was able to make my own choices then I would watch some of the stuff that was deemed to adult for me. If I still had an interest in watching it anyway.
My mom was very against me and my brother watching South Park at a young age, my dad was/is a big fan of it. So, he just let us watch it with him whenever my mom was out or at work.
Yep same here as the above poster, I always listened to my parents and never watched things I wasn't supposed to. I remember my mom didn't want me to watch The Simpsons back in the day because she thought it was an adult cartoon, then later on softened up about it.
Later on in life after I was able to make my own choices then I would watch some of the stuff that was deemed to adult for me. If I still had an interest in watching it anyway.
Retro8bit said: Later on in life after I was able to make my own choices then I would watch some of the stuff that was deemed to adult for me. If I still had an interest in watching it anyway.
When my parents got me satellite TV for my home education as a teenager, they specifically warned me not to watch anything adult on it. I stuck to that warning for a short time, but I was tempted and it was too easy to find. It was probably quite a bad thing, as I got addicted and would watch & tape stuff, but at least it was relatively tame stuff compared to what you can find easily on the internet nowadays. I got caught watching it a few times, but never really punished. My parents really should have programmed a code on the machine though, but even so, I probably would have found it out or teased it out of my mother, as she was easy for stuff like that.
Oh yeah... I've also seen my parents making out. One time it was actually in a hotel room that me and my sister were also sleeping in, which was pretty bold lmao.
Why forbid kids from seeing things? Once something gets into their line of sight, that's it - Pandora's box is open, no rewinding the tape, no stuffing the meat back into the grinder. Parents who try just look like bigger fools than they already are.
In our house, nothing was really forbidden. Except, maybe, loud music, pets, too much mess in our rooms - and stepping into the parents' bedroom.
That last one deserves a story.
One autumn afternoon, my sis caught me in the garden, where I was floating beetles down the stream on a boat made from an oaks leaf. She shushed me with a look, eyes shining like she had discovered treasure, and dragged me into the house.
I didn't resist. She was older, stronger, and when she wanted something, she got it. The only question was how much it would hurt me along the way.
When we reached the parental floor, I grew uneasy. Technically, we weren't banned from being there, but it was "not done". The door to their bedroom hung ajar - swollen and warped from the damp - and I felt a shiver of foreboding.
It was the smell that really got me. I have always had a cursed nose, ridiculously sensitive. From outside the house I could tell you which jam was being spread on bread in the kitchen. Sometimes that's fun. Most times, it isn't. And that time - it was unbearable.
My sis pushed me toward the door. She licked her lips, whispered, "Look!"
I looked.
It wasn't even what I saw that broke me. It was mom's face. The way her eyes brimmed with tears, the way her breath caught. She looked like she was in pain. And I thought: I need to help her. Right now. But how?
I glanced at my sis, searching for answers. Instead, I saw the corners of her immersive eyes fall in that strangely charming way they always did when she was... physically excited. I didn't understand it then, only much later - but even then it felt wrong.
And suddenly it all came crashing down: the suffocating smells, the heavy noises, mom's tears and her hands clawing the sheets, the unreadable shift in my sister's eyes. It was too much. I cracked, and the tears came - silently, because noise was impossible in that moment.
"Shh, idiot", my sis hissed. As if that helped. Then she smacked me on the back of the head. Normally that was just routine, but whether she was worked up or I was too fragile, it felt brutal. Tears shot out of me like water from a toy pistol.
She realized she had overdone it, and without thinking, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek to "fix". That was the breaking point. Her scent mixed with the stink of the room, her gaze blocked out sun and moon, and I vomited. Right there, on the carpet outside the bedroom.
Busted.
She grabbed me, hauled me up in her arms, and sprinted to the our floor's bathroom. I left a trail behind me the whole way. Once inside, I kept heaving until I could barely breathe.
At some point, I looked up. She was curled in the corner, shaken, her magnificent emerald eyes wet with tears - not the usual sly, cruel sis I knew, but someone scared. And for once, not scared for herself, but for me!
That realization was intoxicating. Better than any high, better than any orgasm I had ever known later in life. I stopped puking, pulled myself together, walked over, and slapped her across the face. "Opened, bitch!"
She didn't fight back. Just turned her head, guilty, and offered me the other cheek.
I broke down crying again, and collapsed into her lap. For a long time I lay there, listening to the drip of the faucet, while she stroked my hair with her long, delicate fingers, over and over, until I could breathe again. I wish I could simply stop the clock and stay there forever...
Later she invented some ridiculous cover story about finding me unconscious, and I was told to say I remembered nothing. My parents looked guilty as hell. The bedroom door was fixed immediately. And I was showered with gifts - players, consoles, books. My sis took them all, of course. "They are mine, I saved you."
She even made me beg for a Polaroid. That seemed impossible, dad hated camera flashes with a passion. But she strategically pinched me hard before the conversation, and when I looked up at him with teary, traumatized eyes, he caved, lol.
Oh, the things we did with that Polaroid later... But that's another story. Therapy is therapy, right? Haha.
Huh? I was allowed to watch anything I wanted. If it was evening and they'd be at home though it's their TV time so I have to watch along with whatever they're watching.
Some stuff made them cringe but they never forbade anything.
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Through an a-thousand-mile-long tube ♫