When I was 5 I used to live with my dad. One day when we were having a party. I saw a shot glass sitting on the counter and, since back then I didn't know what a shot glass was, I drank the whiskey that was in it. My dad came in with his friends and saw me but I couldn't stop laughing at the look on his face.
I wish that I could see my real father. My mom hates him because he raped me and other kids. But I don't care. He is my father. And I want a chance to see him. I haven't seen him in about 6 years. The only picture I've sen of him is a mug shot. And it was on my mom's computer. And the computer broke. Now I really want to see him.
When I was 10 I was playing with my brothers bebe gun and I shot the vase with my uncle's girlfriends ashes in it and blamed on the cat. We gave the cat away because of that.
One time, when my friend was over, we were going to go in my brother's room to use his legos, but when we walked in he had his penis in a hotdog bun and was taking pictures.