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For the life of me I cannot think of a thing that made me cry when I was a kid except my father giving me a beating or when I fell and skinned my knee. Neither of those even lasted long. I was known for pouting and being defiant, but not for crying. I even loved nightmares.
This wasn't crying, but at some point as a child I learned that the heart is on the left side of the body. For a long while after that, I made a point to sleep on my right side every night because I was afraid my heart would stop if I slept on the left side.
I was actually a young teen, probably about 14 or so, and I cried because my father left a pile of crab legs in the refrigerator. He told me I had to remove all the crab meat for him by the time he got home from work.
I sat at that counter with those crab legs in front of me and cried and cried.
I just felt so bad for those poor crabs, and felt horrible having to tear them apart.
I got it done, but it was an awful experience.
No, I don't eat crab now.
Crying over the sadness of fairy tales....Cinderella had a mean stepmother, Sleeping Beauty pricked
her finger, Snow White ate a poisoned apple, etc....
My aunt was my guardian one summer...I was young...
The babysitter canceled on her date night. She had to bring me along on her date. Luckily the gent was a sweet man. Anyways...I saw the movie : The way we were. I cried so hard... And for years was angry at Robert Redford for leaving Barbra Streisand!
Another time: 1st grade I cried terribly when our nun ( sister Charlotte) told me that I was a bad child and didn't have a guardian angel. That I was free for Satan's pickings. That really was upsetting...
When I was about 4, my grandma bought a tricycle for me. We brought it home, my dad assembled it. I got on, started pedaling and kept bumping into the wall - I had no idea how to ride the doggone thing! I started crying.
Wasn't long before I mastered it. Kept that thing for years. Of course I outgrew it.
I don't remember how and why it started but I really dislike buttons. As long as I can remember, I have always had a strong dislike towards them. Jeans or any metal type of button, no problem. I know, its weird. My mother knew this and insisted I had to wear a blouse that had buttons. I think I was around 5 yrs old. She said even as a toddler I was weird about it. Anyway, I cried and cried wearing that damn blouse. I guess there is a real phobia for this called Koumpounophobia. Steve Jobs had it too. They say some early childhood trauma sets it off. I have no recollection of what that might be. They gave examples, swallowing a button, spilling a jar of buttons or someone yelling that a baby might choke after touching one. If I had to bet, maybe the latter considering my mom tends to be a spaz at times. Still don't buy anything with buttons.
1st grade I cried terribly when our nun ( sister Charlotte) told me that I was a bad child and didn't have a guardian angel. That I was free for Satan's pickings. That really was upsetting...
What a horrible person to say that to anyone, let alone a child. And it's especially bad since it was said by a person of "religious authority."
When I was 4 or so my father took me and a little friend to see "The wizard of Oz" we both became terrified and cried so hard my father had to take us out of the theatre.
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