What was childhood like in your country?

What was childhood like in your country?

Watching Italian tv.

Fucking great

Lived in NI and went to a 'proddy' school, everyone was great but before the Sega Mega-Drive it was nothing but Asterix & Obelix, Where's Wally, Wally's world, Money of the world and my favourite, the Beano

Also registered at the local YMCA 8 times to collect all 8 badges, even participated once

>complains about the bab posting
>bumps the bab thread

I actually bumped plenty and apologized to you yesterday (if its you)

Wasn't in a good place the first time, family problems

I liked that I grew up before smartphones and social media. Would have hated every cunt needing to "snap" rather than just enjoy the moment.

>tfw it's penis inspection day and you just discovered masturbation but haven't taken a shower yet
>tfw get a 6/10, worst score in the class, get laughed at by everyone

Fuck off babstwat

I was the one defending you
I fucking hate these threads

I have no consistency though and it annoys me that I have bad 'blood' with someone, sometimes I feel completely depersonalized, a vessel with no independent mind or personality

Its annoying because all the antidepressant groups I've tried haven't worked, I don't feel entitled enough to even speak my mind outside of Sup Forums, unless its important I participate

i liked that the you could embarrass yourself and it'd be forgotten a few days later . now 10 people have capture it on the camera phones and it's plastered on jewtube or jewbook. recokn i'd have fucking topped myself if that happened after some of the shit i did as a kid

What a hysterical faggot

Childhood in America in the 90s was great. The Cold War was over but the War on Terror hadn't started yet, so we didn't have any real foreign policy fears. Plus the economic growth of the 90s created boundless optimism. There really was a sense of "you can do anything you want if you work hard and study". After the dot-com bust and the 9-11 attacks, the whole national mood got a lot darker, and political polarization started appearing.

Grew up next to an old couple who turned out to be pedophiles.

Mom & dad beat me, ps1 after school with the bros, saturday morning cartoons, tuitions at night, and being a cringy fuck at 13
the usual really

How did you find out they were nonces?

The things I associate the childhood with (1990s):
- The place where heat supply pipes were coming out of the ground. All the junkies were coming there for a fix. They used to put a piece of cloth in a capsule from a kinder egg and then breathed in the stuff when they needed it. The vvid memories of teenagers stending near the steaming pipes, dressed in dirty holey clothes, all holding a hand with a kinder egg in front of their plain, serene faces.

- no gas for cooking and no electricity sometimes for months straight. We were jumping out of happyness when the electricity was back. The feeling is indescribable.

- Chavs (gopota) were everywhere. And everybody was afraid of them. Because they had no rules. They could beat a 7 year old to the pulp just cause.

- all the rooms in my apartment were filled with stuff for sale which was what my parents were doing back then to survive. Everything they could find in the attic, in the garage or get it anywhere else. Chess, sausages, juice, furniture, shoes, you name it.


On the bright side:
- Dendy (NES) and Sega (Mega Drive) consoles. We couldn't play them much because usually there was no electricity. A shop where you could exchange an old cartridge for a new one.

- Kick fucking ass tv programs (at least that's what I thought of them back then). MTV, "Wrestling Titans" on the TNT channel, porn late at night on the Ren-TV channel, cartoons like TMNT early in the morning (like really early, 5:00)

- Mortal Kombat. Mortal Kombat was THE SHIT back then. Everybody was into MK. It was a religion. Everybody had a favourite character. Everybody was eager to discuss MK movies, games, sticker books.

- first imported goods: first flavoured tea IN BAGS which was crazy back then, first instant coffee, chewing candy, first time trying fast food from mcdonalds in Moscow.

how old are you today, friend?

I'm 25.

how many years did those hard times long?

From the fall of the soviet union in 1991 till around 2002-2003.

Pretty amazing ,a combination of playing in the street and video gaming.

Ditto. I feel bad that I'd think twice before ever allowing my kids to play in the street like I used to.

>- Mortal Kombat. Mortal Kombat was THE SHIT back then. Everybody was into MK. It was a religion. Everybody had a favourite character. Everybody was eager to discuss MK movies, games, sticker books.
Did yall also write down in paper the sequences for moves?

I was born on 1996. I didn't get much of the worst part of our history.
I remember that we were very poor. My mom and dad divorced when I was 2, and he often delayed the pensions.
She was a teacher, so we didn't have money, and I ate a lot less than I should have, so I have a way lower height than expected from the paediatric's previsions.
I often played on the streets with what friends I had, football or some made up thing we developed that day.
When I was around 10 years old, we got internet, and I got hooked on Tibia, and stopped going out to play. I turned into an outcast.
We eventually got better financially, but I still am very prudent with money, and never buy things for myself.

Thank you for your story, it's very different from what I expected.

wow, that's a lot of time.

here we have hard times from the late 90's untill 2002.

i remember going to school and see classmate blacking out for the lack of food.

> Did yall also write down in paper the sequences for moves?
We did it at first but then the store that exchanged cartridges started selling codebooks for videogames and I bought one too. Still have it somewhere, for some reason it had Rambo on the cover. And at the back there was a section for dating and friendship requests.

>that exchanged cartridges started selling codebooks for videogames and I bought one too
That's really cool, mine were all homemade in an old notebook.

Not that I used it, really. --> --> A was all you needed to beat Shao Khan in MK II.

it's the same story for most of south american, it's like i already know you childhood in detail without even have met you.

a lot of my friends were in the same conditions than you, we all played in the street untill we started to get our first computer and we never went out to play again.

poverty,
playing pirate games on knockoff NES with power supplies that literally fucking melted in the electrical sockets and shorted circuit breakers in the house
stealing cigarettes and booze to drink/smoke after school,
waiting for friends' uncle to leave so we could steal his old nissan that didn't have 3rd gear and taking turns driving it around the countryside while barely reaching the pedals.

i miss it

We quickly became too good at killing Shao Khan with Sub Zero for example or noob saibot - both have attack that can be spammed. We started doing it with different characters that no one really ever played just so it would be at least a challenge.

...

it's crazy to go back to my old neighbourhood and not see a SINGLE child playing, riding a bike, walking the dog, anything.
It's like the tradition is lost forever. And like some other user said, the worst part is that I probably wouldn't let my kid go out to play too.

yes, the same happens here. we used to be more poor but our streets were more safe. now you can't see anybody during siesta time (1pm-5pm)

Christ, mate. How did you escape poverty?

Yup same here as well, there always was at least 20 people playing cricket every evening on an empty paddy field. now I hardly see anyone anywhere

We didn't have to, the overall social situation in the country got better.

Someone (like me) even had no Dendy and Sega. Never. Just had no money for this.
No money for McDonalds or another fast-food. I'm not even sure if we had one in our 250k city.
Besides chavs we had near-criminal gangs.
More than half of teenagers aged 10+ took a part in these gangs. If you was not a part of gang you had chance to be beaten just for not been a part of gang. And if you was gang member you had to pay 2$ weekly (may father was army officer then) and had salary 90$/month (major!). Several parents of my classmates just could not to get their salary for 4 months, for example. So, 2$ was considerable money. And if you was member of gang and deceded not to pay (or could not,because you had no money)... well... two friends of mine were beaten to half death for this. I managed somehow to not be beaten or became part of gang. And yes. It was fucking scare.

Overactive imagination fueled by living next to my town's river. I'd run around in the riverbottoms fighting imaginary enemies with sticks. Certain video games and stories that I loved were 100% real to me, and I thought that one day I'd go into those worlds.

Every other summer my mom would take me to Western Germany, from kindergarten all the way through high school. She'd give me two Marks a day to have some kind of candy/ice cream with, but the highlight of the trip was going to Bonn and loading up on pounds of Haribo. I made some cool german friends and we taught eachother to say swear words in our respective languages.

School was piss easy and I never had an ounce of stress in my life clear until college. Everyone I knew had some kind of gaming system, but different ones, so you always looked forward to going over to your buddy's house to play that one game. All in all I had a 10/10 childhood. Pic related is some riverbottoms.

Born in '93. Lima, Peru.
It was great. I attended a small private school, lived in a neighborhood surrounding a park that was only open to the homes surrounding it. Collected Dragon Ball sticker albums. Went to the Cyber with my friends and played Half Life death match and CS1.5 until we ran out of coins.
It was truly a magical time.

When did you move to the US?

eh, highly questionable. factories closing and drugs everywhere.
t. rust belt

>Go to elementary school
>have to deal with annoying niggers all day
>de facto segregation everywhere

Got bullied by americans for being a gook. Got bullied by gooks for being an american.Wasn't that great... but at least I got a 70k job and gf now.

Jan 1st, 2014.
I love it here. I'm getting a BA in IT. Working as an intern at a big company. I have my own car.
I honestly can't wait to apply for the citizenship. Just 1 year and 2 months to go until I can.
I still go back to Peru, just for the holidays. Bought my plane ticket a month ago. Really excited to see my mom. Didn't go last year, spent Christmas in Vegas instead.

Spent my childhood in Chile until 2000.

>cheap cable TV, even poorfags like my family could afford it
>even cheaper sticker albums, even I could complete a few myself and collect neat prizes
>free TV was also free to do whatever they damn well pleased now that Pinocho was gone
>with that said, there still was a bit of censorship from the Catholic Church over some stuff, such as heavy metal shows and "improper" content on TV
>there was a legit fierce fight for ratings back then, nowadays no one watches TV anymore
>anime was a must-have in almost every channel especially from 95 onwards
>your sunday morning wasn't complete if you didn't watch Cachureos
>chilean people who love science and biology today owe it to Profesor Rossa
>word of mouth was of a funny adult cartoon called The Simpsons that aired Friday at midnight, all the kids tried their best to watch it at that hour but few remained awake for it
>football in the streets, just pick a ball or some makeshift like a crushed soda can, four stones to make up the goal posts and you were set for the weekend as long as you didn't lose the ball
>possibly the last generation to play typical imaginative games such as tag
>dead-end arcades where wannabe tough guys tested their skills on MKII and Street Fighter II all day long
>rich kids with then-current gaming consoles, even they could only afford like a game every three months, and all the neighbourhood kids went to their places to spend the day playing it
>shitty public education, only PE classes were any fun because, among other things, you mostly played football and didn't have to wear the whole suit and tie ensemble
>affordable snacks, 150 pesos were enough for a bag of chips and a carton of juice
>importing every single bullshit thing from the USA and loving the hell out of it, such as techno music and WWE

Success story.

really shit and boring

It was in two countries. Very nice indeed.

I had a next-door childhood friend, and I ran to him to escape from my alcoholic dad who took advantage of my mother's incapability of leaving him because she's from a 3rd world, Spanish nation.

There were times where it was good and bad, but looking back, it was an overwhelmingly negative experience. I remember feeling euphoria over being in the company of my father, but he essentially crumpled up my love for him by drinking everyday. I still love him, but it was like he wasn't there from 0-16.

I still feel incredibly unsettled when I see scenes of domestic abuse, and I think "I'm not a little boy anymore", but I get so upset like I'm a child once more, and it's horrible. I share in the pain of the children. It's like I'm no longer a man for a brief, minute in time. Terrifying.

There's shit in my brain that I think doesn't exist anymore, but it's there in the confines of my mind. I'm not even aware of it, but I'm carrying it with me everyday.

When I was living through it, it was nothing.

I wonder if I'm a weak, low self-esteem person because of bullying in elementary school, but I'll never know. My father keeps telling me I was bullied in primary school, but I don't think I ever was.

My entire childhood was marked by constant screaming in my home, and I just got used to it.

I think that this might be where all of my anti-natalists views stem from. There was never a good time to be alive for me despite growing up in a first world nation, and I don't think there ever will be, so why should I expect my offspring to ever have anything nice?

wow, that is really sad. I'm glad I still have family with normal relations between dad and mom, but I remembered two more sad moments from my 90s life after your post.

One of them is related to alcohol. My aunt's husband drink much. And sometimes too much. So one summer I spent at my granny house aunt with my cousin came to granny's house to sleep because they knew husband won't be sober when he returns home. But he came to our house at night, beat aunt and attacked granddad. And I could did nothing. Just helpless 10 yo boy. I just yelled for someone's help. And one of our neighbor heard that yell and ran to our courtyard. Fucking alco. Still afraid drunk people a little bit, although I'm 30.

And someone killed my uncle. I loved him much, and he was the youngest in my father's family. He was younger than 25. He was carpenter and someone paid him for work with food. In 90's it was not bad - to get some food. But that food was poisoned. And several hours later he was found dead.

And now I suddenly remembered all this and ready to cry like little girl. I hate 90's.

>And someone killed my uncle. I loved him much, and he was the youngest in my father's family. He was younger than 25. He was carpenter and someone paid him for work with food. In 90's it was not bad - to get some food. But that food was poisoned. And several hours later he was found dead.
Christ, that's tragic

at least I thought I would be able to make a girlfriend and marry her one day.

now I just understood how hard "to do something normal" is.