What's the craziest thing you've ever done that you don't regret doing?

Updated on : December 3, 2021 by Jordan Powell



What's the craziest thing you've ever done that you don't regret doing?

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It was 2001. I was ten years old and my mother had just married a monstrous stepfather. It seemed nice enough at first, but once the "I do" was said, it changed pretty quickly. He hit me, took my things, and generally made my life hell (because, for him, a muscular, burly 6'6 "black man, I, a small ten-year-old boy from the suburbs, was" weak "to he).

He had hit me for no reason and for all reasons. If he passed by and I was close enough, he would hit me. If he borrowed books from the library, he would talk about how he and his brothers never read books,

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It was 2001. I was ten years old and my mother had just married a monstrous stepfather. It seemed nice enough at first, but once the "I do" was said, it changed pretty quickly. He hit me, took my things, and generally made my life hell (because, for him, a muscular, burly 6'6 "black man, I, a small ten-year-old boy from the suburbs, was" weak "to he).

He had hit me for no reason and for all reasons. If he passed by and I was close enough, he would hit me. If you borrowed books from the library, he would rant about how he and his brothers never read books, so you better return them. When I said no, he hit me and said, "Now you can read them."

I once jumped off the second floor balcony just to get away from him and he ended up chasing me all over town on foot. A big incident happened one night when I was hitting my mom, and obviously I, being a little boy, was too scared to do more than listen to her screams. Then he comes out and starts getting in my face like "Why didn't you try to protect her ?!", like it's MY fault that she got hit. So he started hitting me to "punish" me. In the end I had to throw away my shirt because the entire front was covered in my own blood; He just couldn't stop bleeding.

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After several weeks of harassing me and treating me worse than usual, I had finally had enough. We had moved out of my grandmother's house, but I thought it was close enough to go back (we were in Philadelphia, she in New Jersey). I thought I knew the way back over the bridge, so I told my mom that I was running away from home. She didn't believe me (I was a kid, kids often say things like that). But I went down the street, for hours and hours, until I reached a point where all the sidewalks ended and the road began. I got a little nervous, because the cars were starting to pass, but I knew that I would never be able to return; I would not do it.

I hit the road, being careful to stay close to the concrete dividers. The sun had set and it was night. To one side was a wall of blindingly bright lights as cars and trucks passed me, honking their horns (which only scared me more). On the other side was the river, deep and pitch-black. I was so scared I was crying, and for a moment I considered jumping overboard into the water and letting myself drown (I couldn't swim). But I kept going. He was too young to articulate it at the time, but after everything that had happened, he wasn't about to die so easily; I wanted to live.

A car stopped in front of me in a small corner of the road. It was a man and a woman; I assumed they were a married couple. He had an idea of ​​the dangers of the road for a young child, especially in the middle of the night. They seemed concerned for me and I got in the car. He planned to use them to move a little further down the road and then pause when the opportunity presented itself. He was even mentally prepared to jump out of the car while on the move if need be, but he wasn't going back to that damn house.

But they called the police and detained me. Turns out, I was on the wrong track and was actually heading towards one of my uncle's houses in King of Prussia (another part of the state of Pennsylvania, for those of you who don't know).

My stepfather, surprisingly, didn't hit me as badly as he thought. He hit me with his belt a few times and then he just sent me to bed. For the next few weeks there were social workers poking around, but in the end they didn't take me. We stayed with him for about 6-7 more years before finally running away for our own safety (he was tearing the place apart with a baseball bat).

My mom still asks me what I was thinking and why I didn't try to convince her to come with me. In my young mind, I saw him as him always abusing ME. He got along well with her, but I was the one she hated, so if she thought that if I left, she would leave her alone because she would be happy that I was gone. I planned to run away and get rich, then I would send him money (you have to give me some slack, I was a stupid kid).

Despite everything, I have never regretted trying to escape. It taught me about myself and awakened a powerful survival instinct and a fierce love for life within me that most people never dream of.

When I was 11 I had a wonderful magical romance with a great kind and caring man. Which included other incredible worldly sex.

He was nothing like the hideous "pedophiles" they portray in the media, in the least.

Don't get me wrong, I am totally and firmly against abusing children.

But what George and I did was not abuse.

For example, regarding sex, he did not intimidate me, he did not offer me money, he did not trick me into doing it:

In fact, I was the one who ended up asking her to have sex, after months of very happy hugs and caresses.

Hell, I was really scared when I

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When I was 11 I had a wonderful magical romance with a great kind and caring man. Which included other incredible worldly sex.

He was nothing like the hideous "pedophiles" they portray in the media, in the least.

Don't get me wrong, I am totally and firmly against abusing children.

But what George and I did was not abuse.

For example, regarding sex, he did not intimidate me, he did not offer me money, he did not trick me into doing it:

In fact, I was the one who ended up asking her to have sex, after months of very happy hugs and caresses.

Hell, he was really scared when I asked him. Not that she didn't want to, but she was in a panic about what they might do to her.

I still vividly remember the big cute George muttering that he needed time to think about it. He was the best.

I didn't give him too much time to think about it. I suppose I was not afraid of him at all, and in such a situation it was my own nature that took care of things: the fact that I was a curious, happy and healthy child.

I was already pubescent: I already had little hairs on my private parts.

And, indeed, she had been wanting sex for a few months.

And of course it didn't stop me either.

I think he wanted to have sex with me from the beginning, but he never thought he would actually do it.

I was very pretty, with a well-built body. I still have a great body.

George was afraid of hurting me, he did so many things to make sure I wouldn't. Truth be told, it hurt a little, but not too bad.

And after that, it was an absolute amazing pleasure from another world; mixed with happiness and love.

I used to think to myself:

“Why am I supposed to give this up? Why should I miss this?

Today I think I would not have deprived myself of being in such an amazing way with George. In fact, I was very lucky to find someone like him. I felt like I was in a sky that was lit with happy magical fire and loving smiles.

I thought if they allowed me to swim, wouldn't it be silly if I couldn't be with George? Wasn't swimming more dangerous? Wasn't George there to take care of me?

Again, the key here is the kind of man George was. He protected me, always gave me advice. He even bought me some meds a few times that my parents didn't have money ready. He helped me with some homework. He was a great person.

It's not that I didn't have my dad, my dad was a great dad.

My relationship with George ended when I went to college.

At that time I confessed to my dad that I was gay, he was very sad about it. You didn't support me. Then after he apologized, he said that he was wrong and that he would support me.

I said:

“Thank you dad, I love you very much! And we embraced ”.

In college, I had a few boyfriends.

And later; I realized that I didn't really like men anymore, I'm sure I was very attracted to men before George, so George didn't make me gay.

But something happened when I went to college: I just stopped liking men and started to totally prefer girls, it seemed out of nowhere. (I have my theories for this).

Strange, I know.

The funny thing is that even now, if I remember and imagine in my mind what George and I did, I still feel very sexually aroused, and it's an incredible memory, but I can't feel that way with any other man anymore.

Why? I'm not sure, now I prefer girls! (Well just my wife)

Maybe he just needed to grow up, and maybe George was like a "toddler thing" and I've gotten over it? I'm not sure. Maybe I'm an inactive bisexual? I dont know. Maybe in a few years I would meet the right man ... but I doubt I will ever cheat on my wife, so who knows ... I love her deeply, so maybe not.

Maybe he just needed to meet the right woman, be straight?

Or maybe now she would have to meet the right man to go gay again?

I do not know.

The fact is that I met my now wife and fell in love with her because of her amazing soul. I will not delve into that; Because it is common ground that a great woman makes all men feel!

I decided to marry her and I went back to my mom and especially my dad; to tell him that I was getting married.

At first, she thought she was going to marry a man; and in that quick instant, he acted very supportive.

I had forgotten that my father still thought he was just gay, so I immediately told him that I was going to marry a girl.

He began to cry, tears welling up from his eyes. I know it's silly, but to tell you the truth, I was so happy that I was so happy! I couldn't even believe it, he hugged me, as tight as if he feared "losing me again."

George has already passed away.

I am happy and I have my own children.

I hope this helps someone.

EDIT:

My very strong advice is to stay away from minors. Not worth it.

If they are children it is even worse because many children will do what I did, and they will want to stop being gay and become straight, and because of homophobia they will start to think that what they did was wrong because they were gay things, so. They will start to blame the adult, as it is easier to do that than to accept that they have a homosexual part, or that they had a homosexual part when they were younger. So again stay away from minors, it's just not worth it.

On April 1, I unknowingly played a prank on my mom.

{I put dry ice in a bottle}

So what happened is I ordered ice cream from Zomato. Then after receiving it, I found pieces of dry ice in the package.

(Dry ice is used to prevent the ice cream from melting)

I had an empty bottle at my house. So what I did was put all that dry ice in the empty bottle and close it. The dry ice was slowly turning into a gaseous state. I closed the bottle and put it in a closed cupboard. Then after a few minutes my mom came over and relaxed in a chair.

Then after a few minutes there was a huge explosion and all the things in th

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On April 1, I unknowingly played a prank on my mom.

{I put dry ice in a bottle}

So what happened is I ordered ice cream from Zomato. Then after receiving it, I found pieces of dry ice in the package.

(Dry ice is used to prevent the ice cream from melting)

I had an empty bottle at my house. So what I did was put all that dry ice in the empty bottle and close it. The dry ice was slowly turning into a gaseous state. I closed the bottle and put it in a closed cupboard. Then after a few minutes my mom came over and relaxed in a chair.

Then after a few minutes, there was a huge explosion and all the things in the closet exploded. I was shitting my pants out of fear.

(I didn't expect it to explode. Even after it exploded it took me a while to realize it was a bottle)

My mom was very scared. I told him it was a bottle. Then my mom started scolding me. 🥲

I told him I was April Fool. Then you can guess what happened.

Later, that day . We laughed when we remembered that situation.

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Giving away almost all my worldly possessions and beginning to live a nomadic life; to leave my toxic but safe career in the family business and learn to live simpler so that I have time to become involved in the world around me instead of trying to acquire and maintain a life in the first world.

For the first few years it felt like we were bums surfing on the couch, but they quickly blossomed into dozens of invitations ... and invitations to return ... and half a dozen homes around the world that we always know as our home. that we need it.

Right now I am writing to you from our apartment in Paris; living with our amazing friend the

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Giving away almost all my worldly possessions and beginning to live a nomadic life; to leave my toxic but safe career in the family business and learn to live simpler so that I have time to become involved in the world around me instead of trying to acquire and maintain a life in the first world.

For the first few years it felt like we were bums surfing on the couch, but they quickly blossomed into dozens of invitations ... and invitations to return ... and half a dozen homes around the world that we always know as our home. that we need it.

Right now I am writing to you from our apartment in Paris; living with our amazing friend here for the third spring in a row, getting ready to hit Spain for a month or two of volunteering and visiting friends, and then ... who knows?!?!?

Not bad for a kid who never thought life would grow beyond Massachusetts, a small but amazing social team, and learning to follow in my father's footsteps ... now the dreams we achieve are all ours! !!!

People think that life is the shell that you have around you; sometimes comfortable, sometimes limited.

Life is the vulnerable within that shell that we find or invent and often the best way to grow is to strip naked for a minute and find a new home!

Once, on crazy impulse, I decided to miss my return trip by plane (I don't recommend that others do this).

Interestingly, even though I took the bus that time, my brother Brian reports that he saw someone on the plane who looked exactly like an older version of me.

In fact, I remember trying to travel back in time later and showing up on a plane where my brother looked much younger and had different hair.

So as a result of missing the plane, there is now one person (my brother) who has clear and clear evidence of time travel.

A photograph of me in 1917, from a book published 8 years before I was born (I had to b

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Once, on crazy impulse, I decided to miss my return trip by plane (I don't recommend that others do this).

Interestingly, even though I took the bus that time, my brother Brian reports that he saw someone on the plane who looked exactly like an older version of me.

In fact, I remember trying to travel back in time later and showing up on a plane where my brother looked much younger and had different hair.

So as a result of missing the plane, there is now one person (my brother) who has clear and clear evidence of time travel.

A photograph of me in 1917, from a book published 8 years before I was born (I had to buy the book!): Neel Bhatt's answer to So far, what evidence points to the possibility that someone has traveled in the weather?

Interestingly, my brother and I may also be the unwitting inventors of the early modern physical constructor theory.

The Story of the Invention of Builder Theory by Nathan Coppedge

Dumping 3/4 of my savings on a huge 250 acre property with a ruined castle. It took me half of my savings left over from my purchase to fix it. It is now a very successful B&B run by my parents. Only in the first year of operation of the B&B, minus my parents' taxes and fees, etc., did I get my investment back.

Last year, the province decided to build a road adjacent to my property, which generated approximately 10 acres of premium real estate ... We got about 50 real estate developers who wanted to buy that land. However, I think I can start building things on it, I mean, I already have the property

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Dumping 3/4 of my savings on a huge 250 acre property with a ruined castle. It took me half of my savings left over from my purchase to fix it. It is now a very successful B&B run by my parents. Only in the first year of operation of the B&B, minus my parents' taxes and fees, etc., did I get my investment back.

Last year, the province decided to build a road adjacent to my property, which generated approximately 10 acres of premium real estate ... We got about 50 real estate developers who wanted to buy that land. However, I think I can start building things on it, I mean, I already have the property, so ...

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Driving my mother to the store as a teenager with her bare foot tucked into my mouth while driving the car, she was in the passenger seat next to me with her legs raised around my neck and one bare foot tucked deep inside her. my mouth.

I had gone to a swingers club with my partner. The good thing is that this place did not require your participation.

So that we could observe others in the act up close without participating. As exciting as it was for a while, it was clear that it wasn't for us.

To this day I remember the feeling and essentially realize that the beauty of making love is keeping it private and limiting it to intimacy between two.

I actually did it twice, once on senior dress-up day at school and once at work on Halloween, she dressed up and passed out as a grown woman. I didn't know it was called dragging.

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