Worst childhood experience?

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What was your worst childhood experience, in terms of bad behavior and defiance?

I have a couple, one time when I was about 3-4 I fell and gashed the very edge of my eye open, and required stitches, In order for the doctor to do that, I had to be TAPED to the table because of my huge and still irrational fear of needles, screaming and fighting the whole time. Another time was 8, when I went to get my finger pricked for blood and I bit the nurse and wouldn't stop screaming crying and basically caused a huge embarrassment to my whole family. Sometimes I still act like this when I go to get blood work and I am 15.

Anyone else like to share?

My worst experience are not usually related to my behaviors as I was pretty tame and quiet most of the time. My problem was mostly with a couple of math teachers I had. I don't know why I tick off math teachers so much. They pick on me relentlessly, in front of the whole class, over and over again. My math grades were above average, I didn't suck. But because all my other subjects were top of the class they thought I intentionally neglect maths and wouldn't work hard enough. Initially they reduce me to tears, eventually I learned to just totally ignore their criticism and try to think about something else. Honestly they were that bad, when I watched Harry Potter I thought Umbridge was a pretty typical type of teachers.

I almost never got in trouble when I was a child. I was a teacher and parent's dream - I loved following the rules and I hated misbehaving. My worst childhood behavior was choosing to keep playing in the sandbox after the recess bell rang and our class was supposed to go back inside, and the only reason I did that was because my friend convinced me to do so.

My worse childhood experience was the last messy accident that I had, the Halloween that I was 6. My mum dragged me into the bathroom and she was yelling and hollering at me like he other times that it happened. Years later when I had my first laptop, I painted a picture of poo in the shape of a candle in a pair of regular undewear and this is what it read:

Happy 6th Birthday
Make a Wish...
Don't Soil Yourself!

That's the reason I was diagnosed with Depression! That's the thing that made me suicidal at the age of 23, mum!

I'll post the greeting, tomorrow.

Besides adolescent crap, I'd say....well, every six months since the time I was a tot, I'd get my blood tested. Up until a certain age, I would fight and thrash, requiring a few nurses to hold me down to jab me with a needle. Of course, I'd be totally fine in time for the obligatory lollipop. I don't know when this stopped. 6? 8? Either way, I remember becoming conscious of the candy ahead of time and not being afraid anymore.

When my stepfather would kick me in the stomach, or when he tried to teach me French and would beat me around the head if I couldnt pronounce the word right, in the end I would just turn off and become a little punch bag, time seemed to stand still, waiting for him to get bored, no escape, just standing there waiting for the next blow.
When he strangled me and I thought I was going to die was pretty bad as well.

The worst I did was destroy my fifth grade teacher's favorite coffee cup during a meltdown.

The worst that was done to me was my abusive parent telling me to pack my clothes at 5 years old, because he was going to give me to some other family. He actually drove me around SE Portland for a good 30 minutes or so before coming back.

Probably some act of violence as a teen. I'm not proud of that stretch of my life. I was really losing it emotionally and everyone around me suffered for it.

At 13 was feeling my regular moody self and my sister said something that set me off and I attacked her. That happened a few times but I tried to control it by just grabbing her wrists. That's how I got the nickname psycho by her.

Oh but she thinks she was a great sister, just because we had a few similar interests. Now she tells me that I'm way too obsessed about autism and ADHD.

That was me too. And that made it all the more upsetting when I did something wrong by accident.

The only time I misbehaved was if we were going shopping. I hated going to the store and would cry, try to hide, and resist being dragged along.

Wow, you really hate needles. I just got some kind of shot in November, and it didn't hurt at all. I hadn't been pricked by a needle in over 10 years probably, so I feared that it was going to hurt, since no child loved them, but I watched the nurse poke it in and I barely felt a thing. It was no big deal at all, so now I have no fear of needles.

I remember I went to the hospital for some reason when I was really young, but I can't remember why... I can barely remember a thing aobut my childhood.

In my early teens, my younger sister tried to attack me with a broom, a pair of scissors, and ultimately sprayed windex in my eyes.

... I got punished.

Nowadays she says I deserved it, but she cannot seem to explain what it is exactly that I did to provoke her to try to kill me, nor why nearly being stabbed and blinded meant I deserved to be punished afterward.

I really have such a long list, I can't even post the worst things I did here. I'm surprised I was never sent away to school. Basically I was hell for everyone in my family. I physically harmed a teacher, and got kicked out. I decided(at fifteen) to leave home as well and go to college early. In the end it was a good decision because I got away from my family and became way more independent. I was just like... a nightmare though.

Being commited to the phyc ward at age nine.

Being told we were going to skip the chapter about animals that I had been looking foward to since the first day of school.

Not being believed when I tried to report bullying or when I was punished for being bullied.

My neice coming to live with us.

Being told I was a burden when I had no idea what I was doing that was so wrong.

Being punished for meltdowns that were beyond my control.

There's probably more but these are all I can think of right now.

hmm ... Too many to pick from.

I remember being choked by a bully with a shoelace until I passed out. That was a special event.

As promised, the greeting. The moderators can remove it if they wish.