Hellions

Kenna · 03-30-2011, 06:44 PM

When I lived with my great gramma, I was her "bluebird" angel. I adored that woman. When I visited with "Ms. Weaver"...who became my son's gramma later, I was her angel too... as a child, I was never happier, loving or as content as when I was with "Lil Gma and Gramma Weaver".... they were my safe-haven and home away from home....

When I lived with mom, my perpetually drunk step-dad and my mean-as-a-rattlesnake step-brother and sister.... my evil twin came out....

I stole mom's car once when I was about 13/14....and nearly lost it off the side of a mountain.... that's all I'm gonna say about that story...

would never come home to mom's by her curfew (would rather take a beating)...and broke the window out of the porch door with a brick when my sister locked me out....

I tormented my kid sister because she did the same to me... I locked her in an outhouse once and then dropped a mouse down the vent hole; would destroy all her barbies; burned her favorite clothes a couple times; broke her jaw when I was 17 and she was 12 (she kicked my pregnant belly first); cut her pony tall off while she was sleeping (it was just a little "snip snip" right before the family reunion); fed her favorite shoes to the tree shredder (after she bleached all my clothes); locked her in the old root cellar by super gluing the padlock shut (this cellar was known for spiders, snakes and other creepy crawlies...they had to use bolt cutters to get her out); convinced her while she was picking wildflowers that "those pretty little green leaves of three over there would go nice bundled with your flowers, and over there is some pretty "baby's breath"....unknown to her, I sent her picking Poison Ivy.... In my defense, I never did anything to her that was not provoked... SHE was the Hellion and to this day is just as mean as her brother...

At 8 years old, I ran away several times to "go to gramma's"...walking barefoot on a 4 lane highway to get there... this drove my mom batty!!

At 9, my uncle "George" would torment us girls by nearly drowning us, loosing his temper and holding us under the water at bath time.... I found a way to torment him right back (I hid all his "water jugs" and f**ked up all his hunting guns with plaster of paris then set loose all his coon dogs - after I set loose the live coon he kept in the garage for "training"), to this day he hates me just as much as I loathe him.

At 11, dumped used engine oil, cow crap and rotten eggs all over the 1960-something Ford Truck that my step-dad had just got done restoring....blamed that one on my step-brother...

other than that, I think I was a typical rebellious teen....

Kenna · 03-30-2011, 08:04 PM

Ohh, I forgot to add.... my nick-name was not Sweet at that time ....

cara · 03-30-2011, 08:27 PM

my big brother ran over me wih his big wheel. i still havent forgiven him for that.

atomiczombie · 03-30-2011, 08:40 PM

I cursed in church, and sat in the very back giggling with my friends. I lied habitually. I smoked pot, drank, snorted speed, dropped mescaline and acid. I smoked cigarettes too. I snuck out in the middle of the night to meet up with my friends and went to the wrong end of town. We would find Navy guys that would buy us beer. We were in the park smoking pot and drinking 40 ouncers at 3am on a school night. I would drag myself into the house at 5am, sleep for an hour and then get up and get ready for school. I did all this stuff before the age of 15.

Now that my daughter is a teenager, I am paying DEARLY for what I put my folks through. Oy.

rainintothesea · 03-30-2011, 08:42 PM

I always liked troublemakers and rabble-rousers, but I was a good kid... the brainiac overachiever nerdy type. The only time I really stirred the pot was against oppressive authority, so basically I was (and remain) like her:

bigbutchmistie · 03-30-2011, 08:38 PM

Oh yea I was help on wheels. My adopted dad used to make my brother and I sing in the choir on Sunday morning main churxh service. it was a packed Sunday morning with close to 1000 people there. I and my brother came over from pre teens church and brought a whooping cushion with us. we let the choir fall into place and I got the whooping cushion from my brother and we waited in the choir room. as soon as we heard my adopted dad start the beginning prayer after the first song we snuck back in the choir loft behind a ridge that you couldn't see us and my brother grabbed a microphone and I had the whooping cushion. when prayer finished and my adopted dad walked backwards to his seat it was on. I placed the whooping cushion on the chair my brother placing the microphone next to it and my adopted dad sat down the loudest fart went all over the.church he jumped up and and looked behind him but before he could see we moved stuff away and he went to sit down again and we did it again the church was roaring in laughter my brother took off to his seat in the choir I wasn't so lucky he caught me trying to do it a 3rd time. He acted like he thought it was funny. Man I got my ass beat whew but it was funny. Lol I was always doing stuff.

dixie · 03-30-2011, 08:40 PM

Hellion? HA! I was so lovingly referred to as Satan's spawn...lol I grew up as a spoiled rotten brat who got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Gave me a pretty high opinion of myself as a kid...lol I was pure evil.

My love for snakes vs my family's terror of them proved to be quite fun. Almost gave heart attacks to a few great aunts who would find snakes in their pillowcases, sewing boxes, etc.

I got angry at my little cousin and cut off part of her perky lil blonde ponytail after she called me a "nasty tomboy" because all she wanted to do was play princesses and barbie while I was always covered in dirt playing tackle football with the boys.

I was never really a bully, per se, as much as the person who took up for the underdogs. If I saw someone being picked on, I would go up and beat the crap outta the bully even if they were bigger than me. Kids who were having problems with other kids would come to me for resolution. This happened all the way up even through high school.

I think only once did I ever fight for myself, but I guess it wasn't really a fight. I'm from a tiny little town in the NC mountains where there are no gangs and usually maybe one murder every few years. My senior year, we had a girl transfer from Atlanta who showed up on her first day decked out in gang colors, throwing gang signs etc etc. I guess I looked like queen redneck or something cause she got off the bus, walked straight up to me and spit in my face, telling me that she was gonna have her lil gang buddies drive-by all of us "inbreeding white trash". Um...excuse me? Our high school had an open 2-story breezeway that connected the two buildings. I didn't take too well to being spit on or threatened, so lil miss thang found herself dumped headfirst off the 2nd floor breezeway. Don't worry, she was absolutely fine (thank goodness for thick ferns and hedges), other than her pride. It was her first and last day at our school because she transferred to the next county that same day. The high school breezeway is now enclosed in glass. And even though it's been 14 years since I graduated, I STILL have quite the hellion reputation at that school. Oy.

Oh, and I guess I should probably mention all the weekend drinking we did at the local roller rink or when we were prepping for rodeos...LOL

Bad_boi · 07-30-2012, 12:03 AM

I broke a lot of things. Some on purpose some just because.
I wouldn't do my schoolwork if I didn't think it was useful (algebra)
I played a shit ton of practical jokes.

I also stole pokemon cards on occasion because I was an 11 year old badass, lol JK

03-30-2011, 06:44 PM	#1
Kenna Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Fiery, Sassy, Tough As Nails, Femme Tomboy Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: I am your favorite hello and hardest goodbye. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: NC & CO Posts: 4,806 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,624 Thanked 12,189 Times in 3,779 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	When I lived with my great gramma, I was her "bluebird" angel. I adored that woman. When I visited with "Ms. Weaver"...who became my son's gramma later, I was her angel too... as a child, I was never happier, loving or as content as when I was with "Lil Gma and Gramma Weaver".... they were my safe-haven and home away from home.... When I lived with mom, my perpetually drunk step-dad and my mean-as-a-rattlesnake step-brother and sister.... my evil twin came out.... I stole mom's car once when I was about 13/14....and nearly lost it off the side of a mountain.... that's all I'm gonna say about that story... would never come home to mom's by her curfew (would rather take a beating)...and broke the window out of the porch door with a brick when my sister locked me out.... I tormented my kid sister because she did the same to me... I locked her in an outhouse once and then dropped a mouse down the vent hole; would destroy all her barbies; burned her favorite clothes a couple times; broke her jaw when I was 17 and she was 12 (she kicked my pregnant belly first); cut her pony tall off while she was sleeping (it was just a little "snip snip" right before the family reunion); fed her favorite shoes to the tree shredder (after she bleached all my clothes); locked her in the old root cellar by super gluing the padlock shut (this cellar was known for spiders, snakes and other creepy crawlies...they had to use bolt cutters to get her out); convinced her while she was picking wildflowers that "those pretty little green leaves of three over there would go nice bundled with your flowers, and over there is some pretty "baby's breath"....unknown to her, I sent her picking Poison Ivy.... In my defense, I never did anything to her that was not provoked... SHE was the Hellion and to this day is just as mean as her brother... At 8 years old, I ran away several times to "go to gramma's"...walking barefoot on a 4 lane highway to get there... this drove my mom batty!! At 9, my uncle "George" would torment us girls by nearly drowning us, loosing his temper and holding us under the water at bath time.... I found a way to torment him right back (I hid all his "water jugs" and fked up all his hunting guns with plaster of paris then set loose all his coon dogs - after I set loose the live coon he kept in the garage for "training"), to this day he hates me just as much as I loathe him. At 11, dumped used engine oil, cow crap and rotten eggs all over the 1960-something Ford Truck that my step-dad had just got done restoring....blamed that one on my step-brother... other than that, I think I was a typical rebellious teen.... __________________ ************************** She has been through hell, so believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles. ~E.Corona~

03-30-2011, 08:27 PM	#3
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03-30-2011, 08:40 PM	#4
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03-30-2011, 08:04 PM	#2
Kenna Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Fiery, Sassy, Tough As Nails, Femme Tomboy Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: I am your favorite hello and hardest goodbye. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: NC & CO Posts: 4,806 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,624 Thanked 12,189 Times in 3,779 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	Ohh, I forgot to add.... my nick-name was not Sweet at that time ....

03-30-2011, 08:42 PM	#5
rainintothesea Member How Do You Identify?: - Preferred Pronoun?: - Relationship Status: - Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: - Posts: 533 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,135 Thanked 801 Times in 314 Posts Rep Power: 4143699	I always liked troublemakers and rabble-rousers, but I was a good kid... the brainiac overachiever nerdy type. The only time I really stirred the pot was against oppressive authority, so basically I was (and remain) like her:

03-30-2011, 08:38 PM	#6
bigbutchmistie Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Since You Need A Label. Butch Relationship Status: Still Dreaming Of My Happily Ever After Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Arlington Texas Posts: 4,009 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,950 Thanked 5,364 Times in 1,941 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	Oh yea I was help on wheels. My adopted dad used to make my brother and I sing in the choir on Sunday morning main churxh service. it was a packed Sunday morning with close to 1000 people there. I and my brother came over from pre teens church and brought a whooping cushion with us. we let the choir fall into place and I got the whooping cushion from my brother and we waited in the choir room. as soon as we heard my adopted dad start the beginning prayer after the first song we snuck back in the choir loft behind a ridge that you couldn't see us and my brother grabbed a microphone and I had the whooping cushion. when prayer finished and my adopted dad walked backwards to his seat it was on. I placed the whooping cushion on the chair my brother placing the microphone next to it and my adopted dad sat down the loudest fart went all over the.church he jumped up and and looked behind him but before he could see we moved stuff away and he went to sit down again and we did it again the church was roaring in laughter my brother took off to his seat in the choir I wasn't so lucky he caught me trying to do it a 3rd time. He acted like he thought it was funny. Man I got my ass beat whew but it was funny. Lol I was always doing stuff.

03-30-2011, 08:40 PM	#7
dixie Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: I usually just poke it with a stick. Preferred Pronoun?: Bitch Relationship Status: Intertwined deeply Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: We're all a little mad here. Posts: 6,627 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 10,972 Thanked 21,383 Times in 4,808 Posts Rep Power: 21474859	Hellion? HA! I was so lovingly referred to as Satan's spawn...lol I grew up as a spoiled rotten brat who got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Gave me a pretty high opinion of myself as a kid...lol I was pure evil. My love for snakes vs my family's terror of them proved to be quite fun. Almost gave heart attacks to a few great aunts who would find snakes in their pillowcases, sewing boxes, etc. I got angry at my little cousin and cut off part of her perky lil blonde ponytail after she called me a "nasty tomboy" because all she wanted to do was play princesses and barbie while I was always covered in dirt playing tackle football with the boys. I was never really a bully, per se, as much as the person who took up for the underdogs. If I saw someone being picked on, I would go up and beat the crap outta the bully even if they were bigger than me. Kids who were having problems with other kids would come to me for resolution. This happened all the way up even through high school. I think only once did I ever fight for myself, but I guess it wasn't really a fight. I'm from a tiny little town in the NC mountains where there are no gangs and usually maybe one murder every few years. My senior year, we had a girl transfer from Atlanta who showed up on her first day decked out in gang colors, throwing gang signs etc etc. I guess I looked like queen redneck or something cause she got off the bus, walked straight up to me and spit in my face, telling me that she was gonna have her lil gang buddies drive-by all of us "inbreeding white trash". Um...excuse me? Our high school had an open 2-story breezeway that connected the two buildings. I didn't take too well to being spit on or threatened, so lil miss thang found herself dumped headfirst off the 2nd floor breezeway. Don't worry, she was absolutely fine (thank goodness for thick ferns and hedges), other than her pride. It was her first and last day at our school because she transferred to the next county that same day. The high school breezeway is now enclosed in glass. And even though it's been 14 years since I graduated, I STILL have quite the hellion reputation at that school. Oy. Oh, and I guess I should probably mention all the weekend drinking we did at the local roller rink or when we were prepping for rodeos...LOL

07-30-2012, 12:03 AM	#8
Bad_boi Member How Do You Identify?: Transman (male) Preferred Pronoun?: He, Him, His ect. Relationship Status: Handsome bastard. Tournaments Won: 1 Join Date: May 2010 Location: Seattle Posts: 727 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 122 Thanked 1,824 Times in 499 Posts Rep Power: 0	I broke a lot of things. Some on purpose some just because. I wouldn't do my schoolwork if I didn't think it was useful (algebra) I played a shit ton of practical jokes. I also stole pokemon cards on occasion because I was an 11 year old badass, lol JK