Some people have experienced things in this life they would rather not tell anyone about. These secrets so to speak are dark and heavy, and were people to trace these to them, lives would be changed, forever.
To find closure and relief, these strangers from all over the world have shared their deepest secrets and have done so online and anonymously. Grab your snack as you’re about to dive into the rollercoaster of emotion with the deepest secrets shared online.
1. The Hole
I was 10-ish, and my dad had just painted the boiler room door orange in our basement. My younger brother and I were pushing each other around on a skateboard in the basement, and my dad warned us, don't we dare hit this door with our skateboard.
Fifteen minutes later, I picked my brother up from the ground and looked at a hole in my dad's orange door caused by the skateboard. Definitely not telling Dad.
Instead, I grab a piece of orange construction paper and a glue stick to "patch" the hole. It matched surprisingly well. Twenty-seven years later, that construction paper is still holding strong, and I have never heard a word about it from my pop.
FerDaLuvaGawd
2. Cheesy Secret
So, when I was 6 or 7, we had Christmas with my extended family. One of my uncles was there, and I was always a bit afraid of him because he had done some time for a charge and had just gotten out within the last year or two.
Anyway, I walk into the kitchen at one point, and he is there with this giant wedge of cheese. He looks up and asks if I want any. I nod because I love cheese.
He says, "Ok, but you cannot tell your parents because you'll ruin your dinner. They will get mad at me," he slices me a few pieces.
We eat in silence, and then I leave, convinced that I was an accomplice in some terrible act with my ex-con uncle. To this day, I have never told my parents.
As to what would happen if they found out, they would know that I didn't eat that one Christmas dinner in the early 90s because I had already filled up on expensive cheese.
JaJH
3. Mom’s First Love
My sister and I were reading through my mom's old high school yearbook, and we kept seeing everyone sign saying something along the lines of, "Congrats, you and X are perfect together!"
X is not our dad, and we had never heard X's name mentioned before. After a little more digging, we found out she had married X right out of high school, divorced, and then married our father.
Neither of us really cared, but it was still a huge shock she hadn't told us now that we were both in our mid-twenties. It was my mom’s love history.
thelarge1
4. The Trunk
I totaled my first car when I was 16. They knew about that. They came to pick me up and talked to the police officer while I was moving things from my car to theirs.
What they didn't know about was the liter of vodka in my trunk. I quickly and quietly speed-walked to my parent's trunk. Neither the cop nor my parents knew a thing.
I very nearly pooped my pants. (Disclaimer: I did not drink and drive. The trunk was just the only place my parents never checked, and I happened to be a rowdy teenager)
monsterlife17
5. Bad Example
I can never tell them that my #1 goal as a parent is to handle relationship issues differently than they did. They went through an extremely messy divorce when I was eight, and my only memory of them together is them screaming at each other and my sister and I hiding in our rooms.
Then it was 10+ years of them talking bad about each other to us, putting us in the middle of all their arguments, and giving us a huge guilt trip whenever they felt like we were spending more time with the other one than with them.
It's been 20 years now, and my mom will STILL talk bad about my dad and stepmom every once in a while, despite me asking her over and over to stop.
I am happily married, but if I were to ever get divorced, I would never put my daughter in the middle of arguments, speak badly about her father to her, or make her feel guilty for having a relationship with him.
It's the #1 thing I learned from my parents, and I think they would be devastated to realize the true effect it has had on me.
[deleted]
6. Sneaky Hands
When I was in elementary school, I was at a supermarket with my mom and sister. At the checkout counter, I saw these cinnamon-flavored tic-tacs, and I had to have them because I hadn't fully developed the whole want/need function in my brain.
I knew my mom wouldn't buy them for me, so I grabbed them (sneakily) and put them in my pocket (sneakily). I felt pretty guilty the whole way home and didn't make eye contact with anyone in case they could read my mind.
As soon as I was inside the safety of my home, I made my way upstairs (sneakily) and opened my hot goods. They were awful.
Easily my least favorite tic-tac. I ended up throwing them in the garbage can outside (sneakily) to avoid any suspicion. This is my shame, and I carry it alone except now with theoretically thousands of people.
ThatGuyIsTall
7. Mystery Candy
My dad was stationed in England, and we were at the checkout counter of this local grocery. My four-year-old eyes fell on these mint sweets rolled up in a little cylinder, and I knew my mom would say no, so I took them.
I LOVED those candies with a dying passion. I savored and rationed them, so I had one a night for like ten days or so. I've visited England and have searched for them but have never found them.
The outside was hard candy and an icy blue, but the center was like a sweet, minty, thick syrup that was almost the consistency of the insides of a Cadbury creme egg. I tasted heaven wrongfully and am doomed to die, never tasting it again.
dovey2186
8. Just Not Yet
My sister, step-brother, and I are all adults now, ranging from mid-twenties to early-thirties. I was the oldest, so I had already moved out by the time my sister was a teenager.
We were all out to dinner with our parents recently, exchanging funny stories back and forth. Then this came up: Step-brother (to my sister): I guess we're all old enough for this story now. So, remember how you would call me to see if our parents were awake yet?
Sister: We are NOT old enough for that story! That's where it ended, but I assume my sister was sneaking out at night and calling my step-brother in the morning to see if it was safe to sneak back in...and despite being in her late twenties now, she still doesn't want my parents to know about it.
[deleted]
9. Broken Leg
When we were staying on holiday at a friend's place, my SO and I broke her guest bed. Like, one of the legs gave way, and the whole thing collapsed.
It was an ultra-cheap metal frame, and SO found a meat cleaver, and we tried to fix the bejeesus out of that bed to get it back into shape, to no avail. I had to ring my friend and confess.
Due to the conservative nature of my parents and their firm beliefs, we have allowed them to believe that we are chaste and good and would never actually make out eww gross.
We haven't lied, but we have certainly been guilty of omission. We are getting married this year, and my friend with the broken bed is a bridesmaid and is working on her speech.
went_to_sea
10. Secret Struggle
My parents did not know that I was homeless for more than two years. During the recession from 2008 to some time in 2010, I lost my job and eventually was kicked out of my apartment.
I had a 10-year-old car that was paid off, so I lived out of that until I found a series of jobs cleaning houses and working in a recreational center part-time.
My parents lived 1,000 miles away, and I managed to keep a mailing address at a friend's, so they never realized. It would have hurt them that I didn't want to ask for help. I wanted to do it on my own.
[deleted]
11. Fake It Til You Make It
When I was about 11, I wanted to get out of school the next day, so on the way home from a Superbowl party with my mom, I started acting like my stomach hurt. She said she'd give me something at home to relieve my stomachache.
Knowing this wouldn't get me out of school, I started fake crying and said it really, really hurt. By this time, we were already in the driveway of our apartment.
She looked at me and said, “I'm gonna take you to the hospital, but if you're faking, I'm gonna spank you!” (Mexican household ), so I stuck to my story and continued sobbing and saying it hurt.
We got to the hospital, and they didn't know what was wrong with me, so they wanted to do a CAT scan. My mom agreed, and off I went.
After the scan, the doctor told us he thinks my appendix looked a little inflamed, and that was probably the reason for the pain(I literally had no pain or discomfort anywhere ) and that they wanted to remove It, which meant surgery.
My heart sank at the news. Still, I knew I couldn't confess now. So, they scheduled the surgery for the next morning. The morning came, and about half my family was there for support and prayer.
I was super nervous at this point, so when the nurse gave me a shot in my back, I accidentally tensed up and felt one of the worst pains of my life.
They took me into surgery, and everything thing went fine; the surgeon even came to recovery and showed me my appendix, which was awesome!
I stayed in the hospital for about a day, and then I went home, but before that, the doctor told my mom I couldn't go back to school for about two weeks while the cuts healed, which was also awesome!
Even better, my church royal ranger group visited me at my house and brought me this big basket filled with snacks and candy. It was the best two weeks of my life. My mom made my brother get me what I wanted cuz she didn't want me moving around.
I just played video games for the entire two weeks. Then I had to go back to school. I'm 22 now and have not told a soul I was faking being sick. I like to think of it as one of my greatest achievements. The end....sorry, ma.
[deleted]
12. Stomach Pain
When I was sixteen, I woke up in the middle of the night to a feeling in my stomach. I brushed it off as bad gas or something and waited for it to pass. It didn't.
I quickly realized I needed to poop at that exact moment. So I rolled out of bed, clenching my back, and zipped down the stairs. I Frankenstein walked through my kitchen and into the bathroom because I was reaching critical mass.
Once I made it into the bathroom, I turned and aimed my back at the toilet, thinking that I was close enough to the seat. But I wasn't, oh god, I wasn't.
I sat down on the chair, and it felt slippery. I had shotgun blasted the toilet with poop, and I was now sitting in my poop. After I had finished and wiped, I rolled off the toilet and lay in the fetal position for a solid ten minutes.
Then I got up, cleaned off the toilet and wall behind it and made sure there was no poop anywhere, and went back to bed. I'm 24 now and have never said a word.
handsoftime
13. Secret Spot Revealed
I'm sure it's not life and death, but I don't think I'll ever find the gall to tell my parents about this specific high school experience.
My buddy inherited an apartment in the downtown area of our relatively suburban city. I use the term inherited because it's not like his family died or anything.
They just moved somewhere else and still had the lease paid for half a year. Anyways, as a bunch of 17-year-olds, we did the only logical thing: turn it into a hangout paradise.
Before college, before officially moving out, we put in money to furnish the place. We hung out there every weekend. Word spread through the school, and we, not so cool but not lame, right in the casual middle type, started throwing parties people showed up for.
It was really great until we got so many complaints that we were evicted. Good times. Come to think of it, Someday, I'll bring this story up at the dinner table.
send1nthecavalry
14. Not Missed
When I was little, my dad used to travel for work a lot. A lot of 48 weeks out of the year. I didn't mind; I wasn't his biggest fan when I was little.
So, one night, when he was away on a business trip, my brother and sister (who are both older than me) were fighting. I heard my mom tell them that if they didn't stop, she wasn't going to tuck them into bed.
I assumed she wasn't going to tuck me into bed either (I was probably six at the time), so I started crying. When she came in to say good night to me, she asked why I was crying.
I was embarrassed and told her I was crying because I missed Dad. The next day, my dad sent me a bouquet of flowers and a cookie basket with a card that said, "I miss you too!" I will never tell my dad that I didn't really miss him.
Lindsay1987
15. Kid Santa
One time, when I was eight, I begged my grandma to get me a BB Gun for Christmas. I told her that I wanted to trick my parents with a gift from Santa.
Like any good grandma, she played along and never told them my plan. So she did get me the gun and wrapped it up for me. On the label, it said, "To Tyler From Santa."
When Christmas Eve came around, I waited till my parents left the presents downstairs and went to bed, then I snuck upstairs and hid the toy behind the tree.
I also ate the rest of the cookies and milk. (My parents would only take a bite and drink only a little milk). The next morning, they were confused as hell because the milk and cookies were gone.
When I opened the present, I was super excited and kept screaming, "THANK YOU, SANTA!!" My parents had a face of confusion. Ya, that's nothing bad, but still, to this day, they don't really have an explanation.
scarhbar23
16. Hidden Grudge
At this point, I hide literally everything. My parents are the most disapproving, judgmental people I've ever met. Just about anytime I tell my dad about anything I've done, he grills me about it, finds something tiny that I overlooked, and swears at me over it.
My mother keeps telling me that she wishes I would make my own choices, and yet she also finds fault with everything I do when I take the initiative.
They also constantly take out their frustrations with each other on me and then blame me for it. I'm one class away from graduating from college, so I'm taking it and applying for jobs.
I’m trying to get as far away from them as I can, all while paying them back for paying for school because I don't want them to have any more of a hold over me.
[deleted]
17. Unexpected Relationship
I was going to Puerto Rico with my mom to meet her side of the family. We ended up staying at my aunt's huge house, which just happened to be by a beach and a couple of clubs.
So, my mom and I go to the beach to meet a really nice, GORGEOUS girl. She was so smoking hot, and after talking to her for hours, we went to the nightclub and found a private spot on the beach where we went to 3rd base until we had to run for people to come.
We exchanged numbers and planned on meeting up later during the week. Well, a few days later, my mom took me to a family party that was being hosted at a huge gazebo in the forest.
As my mom introduced me to her entire family (She has like seven brothers and sisters, half of whom I have never met before, for they all live in Puerto Rico), we continued to walk around until we met up face-to-face with no other than the girl from the beach along with what looked like her parents.
We were just staring at each other in shock, and almost simultaneously, we both asked our parents who each other was. My mom smiles and says, "Why, this is your cousin!"
So, yeah. That was probably the most awkward conversation I have ever had trying to talk to my uncle and aunt, with her standing right there staring me down in complete shock and horror.
I tried so hard not to puke on them after hearing that information, and once our parents left (and after a lot of drinks), we just laughed about it and decided to keep our "secret" to our graves.
Limpinator
18. The Naughty Boy
‘In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my Uncle Max’s wig and glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play.
In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and blamed it on the dog. When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids, and then they served lunch, I went nuts, and I pigged out, and they kicked me out.
But the worst thing I had ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home, and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony, then I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa.
Then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible. All the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.’
[deleted]
19. Dad’s Dark Past
Probably will get buried, but it is something my mom and I are hiding from my dad and grandmother. I went to college where my grandfather was a teacher in the 70s and later as a lab professor in the 90s.
Now, supposedly, he left the college in the 70s because he wanted to teach high school. However, part of my job for our provost's office was clearing out old teacher files to send to the archives, and I found him and read it.
He didn't leave. He was let go for doing a very serious act. There were no details, really just that. The school is religiously based, and my grandfather was a devoted Christian, so it was quite shocking.
I told my mom, and we decided we couldn't tell my dad and certainly couldn't let my grandmother know. We don't even know if he told her why he left. This actually sheds some light on why my friend's parents never liked him. They were students at the time, and it's a very small school.
katiedid05
20. Little Huge Revenge
When I was 12, I didn't really like my stepdad; my mom was constantly a witch. So one day in the shower, I urinated in both of their shampoo bottles.
I feel really guilty about it, but they would hold a grudge FOREVER if I told them now. Also, when I was 6, my mom had a boyfriend whom I hated, and we lived in his house.
One day he really pissed me off, so I cleaned the toilet with his toothbrush with pee still in the toilet. Ten minutes after I did it, he came into my room and asked, "Did you use my toothbrush? It's all wet" while he was using it. God damn, did that feel so satisfying.
curiouscunnilingus
21. Expensive Curtain
It wasn't me, it was my younger sister. My mom decorated this section of the house with a beaded curtain to separate the kitchen from the dining room.
Although tacky, my mom paid pretty decent money for it, and we weren't the richest, so we knew how to steer clear of the curtain.
Anyway, my sister and I are home alone, up to the normal mess, and she decided to play gymnastics. (This is when we knew we messed up). My sister does this round-off and pulls out the three sections. Beads fly everywhere like shrapnel.
Our eyes meet. I knew I had to help a sister out. We go around picking up beads and hiding them, throwing them in different trashcans around the neighborhood like we were disposing of a body. All clear...
Now, I'm STILL a big sister, so I do occasionally bring it up at family get-togethers like, "Mom, I remember that beaded curtain you had. You loved that thing."
Then she always says something to the tune of "Yeah, it started to look too thin, though." I proceed to shoot my sister a look that reminds her, "...I know."
knightcheese512
22. Secret Admirer
Four years ago, my girlfriend was only a friend and had to move to another city. To anyone who knows Brazil, we lived in Mato Grosso do Sul, and she moved to Rio Grande do Norte, which is about 2600km away.
My mom used to hate her, really hate her, mostly because she knew I liked her, and she was jealous. Anyway, I traveled to her city with the help of my father.
He bought me the tickets, stayed there for two whole weeks, and came back, and she never knew about it. I told my mom I was going with a few friends to a neighboring city to spend the summer there, and she bought it.
They even helped me pack my stuff and gave me money. Also, my father doesn't know that my mother doesn't know I went there.
PM_ME_SAGGY_TITS
23. Hard Work, Hard To Tell
I skipped a semester of class and alienated myself from my friends to work three jobs to help them make rent. My dad lost his job and was medically in a bad way.
I bailed out of the house I shared with some friends to move back in with my parents under some flimsy pretext. Then, I picked up extra hours at my two existing part-time jobs and got a third.
I told the family I was taking a lot of credit hours. Actually, I just stopped attending partway through the semester and couldn't get a refund because of timing. They would be devastated if they knew.
OsmoticFerocity
24. No Surprise
I spoiled the surprise of my birthday gift when I turned 16. I REALLY wanted a PSP, so whenever my mom asked for gift ideas, that's all I would bring up.
It was always done politely, and I never just randomly asked for it. It was always when prompted with the question of what I wanted. She always said we couldn't afford it, which I completely understood.
Two days before my birthday, I went to the garage to grab something and then had the idea to poke around to see if I could find my birthday gift.
The prize was a PSP in a tub under a ton of blankets. I was stoked but realized that it wouldn't be a surprise anymore. When the day came, I pulled out my inner George Clooney and (probably) successfully made them believe it was a complete surprise.
I thanked them profusely because it really was probably more than we could have afforded at the time since my dad was at his old job.
My parents are awesome, and I don't want them to know that I ruined the surprise. They probably wouldn't care, but it's not something they need to know.
CRAG7
25. Worst Two Decisions
This will probably get buried, but when I was under 10 (not sure what age), I would always go to my grandparent's house and count all the change they had in multiple jars. Cuz ya know, that's what all the kids were doing.
But they had a large jewelry collection with stuff from all over the world. So I decided stealing a few very expensive things was a good idea.
Ended up hiding them in a bag that I hid in a toy. Then, I threw the toy away without taking the bag out. Probably thousands of $$ worth of jewelry. I'm now 21, and it has never been brought up. I was not a smart child.
arethefather
26. Doing What I Deserve
I don't know about anywhere else, but in Texas schools, we have this weird discipline system where each class has a chart with a green, yellow, and red spot on it, green being good, yellow meaning you've been warned/timeout or whatever, and red being office referral.
Just to warn everyone, I was always the goody-goody kid who had to have good grades and be perfect and stuff. I apologize to anyone I ever interacted with as a child. It was the first week of school in third grade.
It was Friday, which meant library day. I was excited because that also meant seeing Mrs. N, the elderly librarian. She was my favorite teacher. We had just returned from recess when my teacher announced it was time to go to the library. I was elated.
I eagerly got in line (I wasn't the line leader, not cool enough) and began to head out. To my despair, the class turned not toward the library but toward the playground! And I didn't have my sunglasses!
I quickly rushed back into the classroom to grab them so I could go outside. I wasn't as blindingly fast as I had assumed I would be because the teacher came back in wondering where I was.
Upon seeing me dig through my desk, she was furious. I was given a stern talking-to and was forced to change my color from green to yellow.
Everyone in my class had to color in that date on our calendars with whatever color they ended up on and then show it to the teacher to get it signed by her and then by our parents. I colored mine in green and never showed it to the teacher. No one ever found out.
[deleted]
27. Breaking The Cycle
I love them with all my heart, but not in a million years will I raise my children the same. They are old-fashioned and yell at you until you get it right kinda people.
Everything is always not to their standards, and in the rare time that I do something right, it is nitpicking small things I did wrong.
They also hold money over my head as to why I have to do anything they say. "I pay for this house," "I'm paying for your college," and not to forget how much they discuss how terrible the economy is and how bad their small business is doing.
Never in a million years will I let my children understand the entirety of the family's money, whether it be good or bad. That's something they shouldn't even have to think about.
I feel like a little crap for growing up in a very nice house and a family who was well off, but all of that being put onto me has made me want to get out of there so bad.
The only reason I chose the college I did was to leave home, and no other reason than that. A lot of my friends and my girlfriend I know would take my life in a heartbeat, but the truth is I would rather have something less.
destroyer96FBI
28. Power Of Improvising
There is a small, very special statue at my parent's house. It's about a painter....painting. When I was young, I built traps around the house with the sewing thread, and my parents always told me not to touch that statue.
Of course, this made me want to do it even more. Once, I was testing the durability of the brush the painter was holding, and it suddenly snapped and broke.
At that point, I cut a piece of wood from a pencil, attached it with glue, and colored it in a similar way to the original brush. The statue is still there after about 15 years, and they never noticed.
DanDin87
29. Milk Thief
When I was in the fifth grade, I stole a carton of chocolate milk one day because I didn't have the $0.15 to buy my own. Fast forward to my senior year in high school, and I walked over to the elementary school from my high school (they were close) to see my old principal.
I explained to him what had happened and paid the school back. About a week later, both schools were destroyed by a tornado. If I had waited any longer, I would never have had the opportunity to make it right.
I know it was only a $0.15 carton of milk, but the moral lessons ran deep--never steal and never let pass an opportunity to make things right.
[deleted]
30. Skipping Class
When I was in 3rd or 4th grade, my family lived a short walk from the school. One day, I decided, "Screw school today, I'm going home."
So I just walked home. It would have been a brilliant plan if not for the fact that I'd left between 2nd and 3rd periods. Fast forward to the next day, and I get called to the principal's office.
"Anonymous7056, did you leave school yesterday? You were here for first and second periods, but every class after that shows you as absent."
Think, think... This response has to be good… "Yes." Freaking nailed it. "...okay, well, you can't do that. That's three days of in-school suspension." Somehow, they never called my parents, and to this day, they still don't know.
Anonymous7056
31. Fire Team
When I was 15, my friends and I wanted to see what a wall of fire would look like and how nightly speeders could be slowed down.
So we took 2 gallons of kerosene at 1 in the morning and walked to this road about a mile from my friend's house with a lighter and set up "camp."
We waited until a car was going to drive by and splashed the kerosene in a wide line across the road. We set the mother on fire, and it blew up in flames!
The car coming was going probably 60 in a 35 and screeched to a halt at the inferno wall. It quickly turned around, followed by another speeding car. Very soon after, a cop came around to inspect the area.
My friends and I had booked it laughing, thinking we were awesome. For a week, police knocked on doors, asking if anyone had seen the culprits. My dad said, "it's a shame people do those things.
They deserve to be taken out back and shot." All I could think was, "I don't wanna die!" They don't know and never will. Please, don't tell them as I want to continue living here.
f1rstwerldproblems
32. Beloved Toothbrush
When I was 5 or 6, I had a Hot Wheels toothbrush that I really really liked. I would brush my teeth all the time just because of that toothbrush.
Eventually, my mom told me I had to throw it away because it was too old. I snuck it out of the bathroom trash can the next night and washed it off.
You guessed it, I decided to brush my teeth with that toothbrush one final time. I lived the next couple of years in fear that she knew.
plasmagrenade11
33. New Discount
When I was 10ish, I put the $30 off sticker from some crappy $60 game on a $40 copy of a Harry Potter game and convinced my mom to buy it for me.
I told her because it was such a good deal. I felt so guilty (and yet so good) whenever I played it that I promised myself I would go back to the store.
I’ll definitely do it when I was an adult and give them the $30 back, then tell my mom what I did and how I redeemed myself.
Bacon_Nipples
34. Hidden Family
My cousin has a kid; his brothers know, and I know, but his parents do not. I initially told him he should say it to them, but at this point, I'm not sure what the difference would be.
The kid is now about 5. He has never seen the kid but is still friends with his mom. She has since moved with someone else. It was a pretty interesting story. I found out about a year ago when we got a little drunk.
I figure my cousin has enough pressure anyway. He's currently in his 8th year in college (no bachelor's yet) and has Crohn's Disease.
The Crohn's Disease isn't being helped due to his weekend drinking, so maybe he is piling on the whole. I haven't told you about my kid for five years, and it might not be the best for his parents to continue managing his college degree fund.
XxZypherxX
35. Night Fire
Once, when I was seven or so, I was playing before bed, and I somehow frayed the cord of my bedside lamp. So when my mom came in, I told her, and she said, "Ok, we'll fix it/replace the cord in the morning. Just leave it unplugged."
I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and forgot that my lamp was broken, so I plugged it back in to see where I was going.
A couple of sparks popped out of the frayed section. Terrified, I quickly unplugged it and ran to the bathroom to get a cup of water. I then poured it onto the section of the carpet where the sparks landed (and disappeared).
I must have sat there for a half hour worried that I was going to start a fire, and I wanted to be sure nothing happened. I remember sleeping terribly that night, anxious that our house was going to burn down, and going over the evacuation plan we learned how to make in school.
Deksloc
36. Cereal Panic
I was scared about "wasting" stuff when I was younger, afraid of spankings for being careless. I was pouring a bowl of cereal and accidentally dumped it all onto the floor.
Some went under the kitchen sink cabinet, as no board was dividing. The kitchen had carpet, not linoleum. I scraped it all back into my bowl.
Ate it. Halfway through, I found half the body of a very large cricket. Where was the other half? Twenty-some years later, I still can't eat that rice crispy cereal.
SeaShell87
37. Not The Cat
I went to this wine festival. Got a lift from my parents, who also went but partied with friends at a different location. Got super drunk and decided to rather go back to my parents' home than stay with a friend like I was supposed to.
Tried to keep my cool in the car ride home. After some sleep, I woke up with a severely dry mouth and emptied a juice carton.
I fell asleep on the couch again and woke up after a while with severe nausea. I proceeded to run to the bathroom but didn't make it, so I barfed a stream of juice against the living room wall and into the cat's litterbox.
The next morning, the parents scratched their heads for hours trying to figure out how the cat had fallen into water or something and sprayed it all over the wall.
ImFrom_Africa
38. Undiscovered Relatives
My grandpa is very old and kinda of Senile now. While we were both getting high and sharing a few drinks, he told me that he had three other kids aside from my mom, uncle, & aunt.
That was only what he and my grandma were aware of (my grandma was only aware of 2/3). He hasn't seen these kids in over 40 years & he hasn't had much contact with their birth mothers either.
When he told me of this, he almost looked as if he were getting ready to break down and cry. After that Night, I had a different kind of connection with my grandpa.
It wasn't like Grandpa & Grandson. It was more like a friendship of sorts since he shared something with me that he considers extremely personal.
MoombahtonDon
39. The Test
I was looking for my National Insurance card (UK) a couple of years ago. I can't remember why I needed it exactly; it was for some kind of form.
My mum keeps all old important and semi-important documents and things like that in this big bag in folders, which has a load of stuff in it - old passport applications, paystubs she got from like the early 80s, dentist records, etc., so I assumed it would be in there.
Anyway, as I was looking for my NI card, I stumbled upon a letter from a doctor. I can't recall its exact wording, but it boiled down to stating that, due to biological probabilities and other factors, they were 99.9% sure that my father was my biological father.
I tried to ignore it and put it back, but there's obviously only one reason you'd feel the need to have a check done like that.
My parents eventually divorced because she was having an affair about 15 years ago, and with the way she is, I wasn't shocked to find a letter like that. Oh, and yeah, she obviously doesn't know I found it.
FlyJaw
40. Home Disaster
About five years ago, during the summer, I was playing some online games late at night, a typical teenage night. The internet started getting a bit wonky, and the modem was in the basement (the console was in the living room), so I hopped to reset it.
Now, in my basement, half the roof was this office-type ceiling, you know, that really light stuff that you can just lift one panel.
Anyways, the modem was in there, so it was between my upstairs floor and basement "ceiling." I could barely reach the modem, but all I had to do was flip a switch.
As I went and flipped the switch, I stumbled, then gripped onto this fragile ceiling, and half my basement's roof just came crashing down the modem, dust, and all in between.
I remember just looking at the mirror across the room and seeing that I was covered in dust. The correct lights started coming on the modem as it hung suspended in the air by the cable, so I went back upstairs. The next morning, the cat got blamed.
iTz_a_Table
41. Blower Owner
I left my dad's brand-new leaf blower at my friend's house when I was in High School ('90-'94). We were in a band, and my friend was going to skip practice to rake his yard.
Lending him the blower was a way to get him to put off his chores so we could jam. The band broke up shortly after, and I lost touch with him, forgetting about the leaf blower.
In 2000, my maternal Grandpa died, and my Grandma was getting rid of all his tools and such. He had the same model leaf blower I had left at my friend's house.
My dad claimed it, saying that it was his anyway. My Grandma said he could have it but that it wasn't his to take. It was her's to give. This was the birth of the most useless argument to ever stick in both of their craws that I ever saw.
I've just never found a way to bring it up. It wasn't really a big deal or anything, but I would feel really awkward mentioning it anytime before he is on his deathbed. My grandma passed in '05 or so.
Big_Bunny_Fufu
42. Cuddle Night
There was a phase in my childhood where I would go into my parent's room in the middle of the night and try to sleep with them.
It would usually be due to thunder or something else that had scared me. But eventually, if I woke up for any reason, my response would be to go join my parents.
There were times I'd go in, look at my dad snoring away, and be apprehensive of waking him. Not out of fear. Because I was a quiet kid and didn't want to disturb him, I would eventually wander to the other side and look at my mom.
After a while, I'd do different things to have them wake up "naturally," such as moving the door in hopes of making it squeak. Pacing/rewalking up to them, hoping the sound of the carpet would make them stir.
I'd try clearing my throat lightly and blowing air. When all else failed, I'd pull my boxers up and stick my arms in until they came out the bottom simply because without sleeping in a t-shirt, I'd be chilly wobbling around their room. After enough time passed, I just headed back to my bed, and they wouldn't know.
Funkays
43. The Cube
When I was 15, I memorized the instructions for Rubik's cube, which I can still solve to this day. My family was AMAZED, even though these days it's pretty common.
My dad tells his mom, and she beams. So, one day, when I'm over at her house, she says, "I have something for you to solve."
She whips out this 4x4 Rubik's cube, which is already mixed up. "You can return it whenever you finish it. Take your time", she says.
Keep in mind I'm a pretty even guy, and I don't tend to lose my mind. After 2 minutes, I lose my mind and chuck this thing at the wall, and it explodes into a lot of pieces, many of them broken.
Luckily, I was home alone, so I put all the pieces in a shoebox and shoved them in my closet, then put a poster over the mark I left on the wall. Grandma and Dad will never find out.
barbelllll
44. Future Profession
My parents don’t know that I don't actually want to be an Accountant. My dad runs an incredibly successful accounting business, my mum does administrative work for it during the tax season, my sister works for the business, and I currently work as a trainee accountant.
I did a Games Design course without them knowing a few years back, studying online and told them I needed some time off after HS (as it was an incredibly difficult time for me in HS).
I began working for them for a bit while studying online to help pay my fees, and when I finished, I began searching for a Games Design job.
When I couldn't find anything, I resigned myself from Accountancy, and I am now working full time before I go back to Uni to study Accounting.
At this point, I feel like I'd rather be doing IT-related stuff that isn't Accounting. Maybe Networking. But it'd frustrate them to know that I didn't want to follow in the family business.
Erebus495
45. Kicked Out
My mom worked the night shift while my dad worked days. I had a sitter for the hour or so between their shifts. The sitter was my neighbor and kinda just let me do my own thing and kept an ear open in case I did something stupid.
My dad had this thing where he'd cheat on my mom with internet women. I didn't know it was normal for a married man to have girlfriends, so my mom was aware of what was going on, but we weren't in a position where my mom could find overnight daycare.
She continued to let him live there in his own room while my sister and I shared a room. When my mom went off to work, I went to my apartment. I decided to start jumping on my dad's bed because, hey, nobody would stop me.
The bedframe collapsed and broke. I figured I'd get into trouble later, but I went back to playing video games. That night, my dad had invited one of his online dates over to our house. She started smoking in my living room.
I went to bed, and the next day, my mom asked, "Cursethewind, did you jump on the bed yesterday?" Thinking I was going to be in trouble, I said no.
My mom believed me and assumed my dad made out with his date. She knew the woman was invited over, seeing she smoked in our living room. My dad was kicked out of the house, and my mom transitioned to a first-shift job in her company.
If I told the truth now, I'm not quite sure what would happen. It was for the best that I lied. Seeing it stopped my mom from delaying the inevitable. It wasn't a healthy environment for my sister and me. At the same time, she may be angry at me.
Cursethewind