Loss of innocense.
 

Hey peeples. When was your loss of innocense? Not virginity, neccesarily, but when you realised the world wasn't quite what you thought? I want to hear other stories before i tell mine.

I don't know exactly when I lost my innocence but I can tell you when I finally "grew up". It was my first month up at college. It was a few months past my 18th birthday and I was on my own for the first time in my life. I had gone about 2 weeks without seeing my parents which was the longest I had ever gone in my life. I was kinda lonely although I had a lot of friends there. I realized that I wasn't a kid anymore. I could no longer use the excuse "but I'm a kid" if I ever got myself into trouble. Also, I no longer had my parents to bail me out of trouble or solve my problems. I had relied a lot on them when growing up and for the first time ever, I was on my own. I was doing my own grocery shopping, cooking for myself, cleaning up after myself, and paying my bills. It was really hard at first because as I was learning to be independent I also had classes and pledging to worry about. But, I got use to it and I am now way more independent then I ever imagined I'd be. I can't even begin to think of what it would be like to live back at home with my parents and have them do everything for me again. And, personally, I wouldn't want them to. :)

For me I'd say it was a pretty gradual process... Probably one thing that really played into my picture of "the world" was when I went on a stint through Morrocco on a vacation a couple of years back. Anyone who's been to a 3rd world country like that really can't see the world with the rose colored glasses that most Americans look through.

Within seconds of being on the street people identified the group I was with as foriegners. I got offered old playboys (contraband there), hashish and various cheap trinkets by the 'panhandlers' that were there in the casbah (sp?) to make their living.

I saw a child probably around 7 or 8 years old go from my group (english speaking) to german and even to japanese. I was told that they could usually speak around 8 languages (with no formal training!)

Driving around Tangiers you saw people basically living out of glorified wooden boxes... A very eye opening experience basically..

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mine is kiind of embarissing but oh well. It was when I found my mom's (at least I hope its my mom's and not my dad's. Maybe they share but I don't want to think about that) vibrator. We were learning about religion in school and I was looking for the bible. Wrong drawer.

I was 17 when my happy little world came crashing down. I come from a VERY small town and school. One of my very good friends and neighbor died suddenly. He was only 18, set to graduate as valedictorian, had a full ride scholarship, and EVERYONE loved him. THe night before the quarterfinal game of the state basketball playoffs, he had a stomach aneurism and died instantly. Talk about a wake up call. It took a long time to realize that things like that really do happen and especially to people who have so bright a future.

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This was not my loss of innocence but something similar as yours Optimist Prime. This was after my parents had separated for the 3rd time, :eek: I did laundry and always had to put my mom's up in her drawers. Well I went to her underwear drawer and there was this little bottle in the front corner of the drawer. The bottle -- chocolate nipple drops. :eek: :eek: I never did tell her what I saw.

I saw a high school girl in a Catholic school uniform get hit by a car, and the driver just drove away without stopping to help. I was about to get on my bus to go home and I think that I was in shock. I told the bus driver that she needed help and that we should call 911. He wanted to know if I wanted to on or not because he had a schedule to meet. The girl didn't seem to be seriously injured because she stood up and walked across the street assisted by a friend so I got on the bus. I was in such a state about the hit and run and the bus driver's indifference. I called the police precinct and left my name and the license plate of the car, but I never heard from them.

Oedipus Prime--I think its kinda werid that a guy (or gal for that matter) would want to start a topic just to share about finding his mom's vibrator?

I wish I didn't have to get ready for work, because this is a VERY interesting topic Billy. At first glance, I think I feel like ktsnake-a gradual process.

As a side note-the day a chld realizes his parents have sex CAN be an eye popper. Not for everyone...a lot depends on the age.

I want to think about this.

I guess honesty can be considered wierd in this day and age Periwinkle . . that is what makes it so prescious.

However, I would love to be a fly on the wall of the living room if someone forwarded this post to OP's parents . . . might strike a lively conversation when he comes home;)

Maybe it happens by moments. In second grade I saw a colt, bolt out of a trailer and hit it's head on the barn wall. A few days later I saw it dead-bloated and-well just think of "The Little Red Pony" and that's a lot like what I saw.

Then in 6th grade we were watching Pollyanna at school they stopped the film and announced Kennedy was shot.

My dearest guy friend died his freshman yr in college too-his appendix ruptured. I've lost more friends along the way and each time it has changed me and the way I look at life.

The thing that has really affected me is realizing that the nature of people seems to have sucumbed to looking out for number 1. People lie. Adults lie more than children. I cherish an honest person as they are getting harder and harder to find.

The one moment that is irrefutable in my eyes, is when a parent dies. No one will ever love you like they do and that loss strips any little shred of innocence left.

Billy----I found some condoms in my Mom's drawer. She was there and I asked WHAT ARE THESE! She said baloons!
hmmmmm I BELIEVED her! I was kind of old too!

A couple years back, I remember having a hard time with my parents. Then we got a phone call. A close family friend (who I call uncle for loss of a better term) had been dealing with Pancreatic (sp?) cancer. I had seen him fairly recently, and he was so thin (normally a very "jolly" guy). I remember my mom picking up the phone and just crying, handing it to my dad, and him walking away. I still haven't seen him cry, but it was a really hard thing to watch. It's the point I suddenly realized that people do pass on, and they aren't always going to be there. He was the first person I knew personally that died.

More recently, I found out that my Grandfather has Alzeimers. He lives in England, thousands of miles away, and I watch my mom try to deal with that. It's a real eye opener, knowing she is too far away to be there and help them deal with it.

Unfortunately, I've seen a lot of deaths (esp. of people close to me) but the actual "life really isn't fair, sane, or what I thought it should be" moment... When the doctor told me I may not be able to have children. Talk about changing your view on things...

Innocense= 6 th grade

Grow up= not yet!

I want to be PETER, Pan that is all of my life!

Billy I LUV YA MAN, but you are not on a full plumb bob!http://www.plauder-smilies.de/poke2.gifhttp://www.plauder-smilies.de/jarswim.gifhttp://www.plauder-smilies.de/spin3.gif

We All Luv Ya Man!


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OH and of course it was a Red Head DA!http://www.plauder-smilies.de/naughty.gif

Not good with red heads:(

Tom, what's wrong with redheads? I'm a redhead. :D

I am 26...and I think I lost my innocence about 2 weeks ago when my mom told me she had to buy my dad a cane to help him get around. That was a huge wake up call for me....that my parents are getting older and need me more than they probably let on. It felt/feels really weird to see my dad with that cane...very upsetting.

Tom I know what you mean about red heads :(

Hey! What's wrong with red heads? :confused:

I would have to say it was when I was 15 and my dad died. He was watching the college basketball playoffs when I heard my mom scream for me. He was having a heart attack. I tried cpr but it did not work. The doctors later say there was nothing I could have done. Needless to say I was never the same after all that.

ahhh, those sketchy sketchy redheads, tsk tsk *shakes head*

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Nothing is wrong with redheads. Its just one broke my heart :( I guess Tom's too. Wow, I finaly understood Earp Speak:eek:

HEEEEYYYY NOW- I just went "red" this weekend! ;)

Welcome to the club! I hope that you like it!

I think I also "lost my innocence" gradually, but the nail in the coffin was when I got my heart broken by the love of my life. I've never cried over anything or anyone that much.

I thought about this all day today. I tried to relate one of my memories from the farm to my loss of innocence, like when Daddy took my first bottle fed calf to the stockyard cause he had gotten too big and rowdy. Or the time I was playing in my neighbors work truck and stumbled across my first Hustler. But really none of that really struck me as my loss of innocence.

I think my loss of innocence came in 5th grade. I was sitting in class, and about an hour before the bell rang to go home, our school guidence counselor came in our class room and gathered up all the girls and took them out of class. Later, after picking on a neighbor girl who was in class with me until she got so damn mad she finally told me what the counselor had taken them for, I found out that it was to have the "talk" about the "changes" that were taking place in their bodies. Well that statement ment about as much as a bucket of hammers to me, so I went home and asked my mom what it all meant, and she told me. Then after explaining it to me in a way that only a mom could, she looked at me and said "your cartoons are on, why dont you go turn them on......" and I just shook my head and said "Not today mom." I went out on the farm and rode with my dad on the farm all day. Yeah, I think thats it.

One Day I found weakness in my father and realized that he is not God.........Is there anything more crushing?

Okay, let me think abot this....

I remember my mother telling me she was raped by the first serial rapist in our state. She told me the entire story in detail and all I could think of was bad things don't happen to good people. I realized then no one is immune from the pains of life. That was really hard. Thinking that my mother had to go through all that, even worse, my brother was 5 at the time and at home and she was pregnant with my other brother. People can be scum, and that is when I loss my innocence. I was 12.

*When I found out sex wasn't when people deep kiss, but when a man sticks his uh-uh in a woman's uh-uh. :D

*In Kindergarten, when I realized how cruel kids can be.

*A year ago, when I realized how cruel ADULTS can be.

I don't remember ever being really "innocent".

I mean, there were things that I did NOT know about, and was very sheltered from in terms of actual experience, but I think I was born a cynic.

Closest I can come to a 'moment' though is in 6th grade, when I heard the song OPP and realised that the 'p' word meant a woman's genitals. I told a girl in my class, expecting her to be all shocked and stuff, and she just gave me this look, like "and?"

That was the day I realised that SOME people I knew were definitely past kissing and holding hands.

Actually I am wrong. I DO remember. The first day of school at my new predominately rich, white private school in fourth grade. I came from a predominately hispanic catholic school where my Mom taught and everyone knew me and loved me. That first day at the new school I was practically a pariah- new, black and poor? I tried for a while, but no one there was interested in getting to know who I was until about ninth grade and at that point I was so ANGRY at all of them that I wasn't interested in letting them in.

Actually, I'm in my mid 20's and I think I'm experiencing my biggest loss of innocence now or at least over the last couple of years. For example I lost my first real job this spring in a lay off. I had a Director look me in the eye and tell me he felt my roll in the company was very important. A week later I was escorted out of the building by security because my position had been eliminated. Turns out this Director was way over budget and trying to save his own ass... Only to get fired a month after I was let go.
A couple of months before that I was arrested for the first and hopefully only time in my life. Rather not go into the story.
The other setbacks have been smaller but still rather real. Anyway, I'm finding that the real world out of college is a bigger, meaner, colder place than I ever would have believed. Everything isn't coming together the way it was supposed to I'm not where I always thought I'd be. I'm up to my ears in student loans and credit card debt. My entry level salaries don't buy the life I'd like to live.. or even close. I think this is commonly referred to as the quarter life crisis and that I'm not alone in this. Still... it sure does suck.
Anyway, my whole point is that there is no one moment that signifies a loss of innocence. It's not something you'll get through in high school or college or just beyond and move on from. It's an ongoing process throughout our lives as we suffer little indignities every day, week and year. Oh well. I truly believe that I learn something new every day of my life. As long as I keep learning those lessons I'll grow progressively less innocent but hopefully a whole lot stronger!

I remember the day I lost my innocence like it was yesterday--July 24, 1992. It was the day my uncle drowned while on vacation at a beach in Mexico.

It was the first time I had ever lost anyone close to me, but his death touched off a series of events in my family that is still too painful for me to talk about for long. We are still feeling the effects of his passing 10 years later.

I had to do a lot of growing up that summer, but I guess that's life. None of us remain untouched.

I dont think I've ever been innocent. I've always been ahead of the game with people my age. I was the little boy on the play ground that all the little girls chased. I was the little boy who somehow got a porn from the older guys and showed it to all the other boys my age and tried to explain to them what you call each part of the womans body. I was the little boy in little league football who scored the touch downs and blew kisses at the little cheerleaders.Even when i was young i was telling my peers how to act cool in front of the little girls, what they like and how to play the quite cool. I opened the eyes of individuals and not just boys. I had to explain several times to girls in the 6 & 7th grade what actually takes place when a boy and girl lay in bed together. Many mommies called mine up to tell her that her son was informing their daughters about things they didnt need to hear at their age.

I was the first true pimp when I was in 5th grade. I had this girl that was smokin hot at the time, in a 5th graders eyes. She had long blonde hair, being in 5th grade it was real. She had the biggest boobies out of all the 5th grade girls. I was shocked that she was even with me at the time, she mostly only talked to the boys in 6th grade. Our parents knew each other, even though the school was large it was still private. We went to the movies one time and I'll never forget this. While watching the movie i was all big into holding hands, then she kissed me and grabbed my hand and put it on her BOOBS!!!!! Immediately my hands started sweating and I started having short inhalations of air. This may have been the first time my penis got seriously hard. I had only seen this done in the magazines. This lasted for the remainder of the movie and i believe it was "who framed roger rabbit" cause i was 11 years old when it came out.

When our moms came and picked us up from the movie theater, she gave me a kiss on the cheek for her look innocent, but i knew right off the bat why she did that, to make it look as though nothing happened. Being the little stud I was, I told my mom. I was proud of my adventure yet at the same time I wasnt sure what really just happened to me. My mom asked, "how was the movie?" I told her it was "fine, but jessica made me touch her chest the whole time." My mom swirved and almost killed both of us, people were blowing their horns left and right. She gave me a hug and asked me if I'm alright. She said, "dont you worry son, you dont have to see her again." When we got home my dad and some of his friends were in his library/den having some brandy and smoking cigars. She told them what had just happened and my dad started busting out laughing, his friends were going hysterical. Meanwhile my mom got pissed and went in the other room. She had thought i had been violated and was trying to comfort her son. Little did she know, i was already playing a game to keep her thinking i'm her little angel and the sweetest little boy. She had no idea that I was actually teaching the other kids about women. The next day at school my little click didnt believe me when i told them what happened. Being as hot as the girl was, it was very hard to beilieve. (She's now a model in california. I think she's done some work for calvin Klein.) Finally when we had recess jessica came up to me and gave me another kiss, they believed me after that. And thus began the many adventures of UF_Pike.

It was funny though, whenever I moved to another city, so did her family and somehow we ended up going to the same schools, except for 2 years. I dated her in the 8th grade....10th and 11th grades also. We are still friends to this day and keep in contact.

Even though I had many exp. like the one above in the years to follow, I honestly think that my eyes opened when i came to college. 2 years ago i finally realized why most middle aged men dont think women have common sense. I dated this girl in college for 1 and 1/2 to 2 years and she sorta was the eye opening incident. I talked to my dad and some of his friends and they simply replied, " Son, you must have been dating this girl for some time now huh?" I thinks it's one of those thing you only find out by expierence... they all said it doesnt get any better from here on out. They all said I should cherish these last few years in college. I only hope my son/s will one day have the heads up knowledge that has been passed down from generation to generation by the males in my family. This is why i MUST marry a smart chick, I'm not going to have my son/s running around life aimlessly, wondering how to hook up with a female.

Not meaning to be cliche, but it had to have been September 11, when I say evil at its worst form.

Two experiences stand out in my mind, one being the day that my grandfather died when I was a sophomore in high school. He had been sick for a long time with cancer, but it still never struck me that he would ever be gone, i guess i was just being naive. I think that was the last time that I've cried. It was amazing to see how many people attended, since he was pretty much an icon in the small town of Forsyth, Montana.

Another thing that never really hit me until much later was when my mother first explained to me about an older brother of mine who died when he was an infant. It was so weird to see for the first time a tombstone that had my last name on it in the local cemetary, it really freaked me out. One cool thing though was that I was able to be initiated into Phi Sigma Kappa on what would have been his 21st birthday.

Also, to echo other's comments, September 11th hit many of us hard, me included. It didn't hit me heavy when I first heard the news, because it was too crazy to believe. But when I watched the news afterward, and saw video of the towers crumbling, that's when I realized our nation would never ever be the same again.

Two things for me:

First off, when I was in 6th grade, and there was this girl that I liked (her name was Brenda). I thought that she was so cute. But suddenly she stopped coming to school-I later found out that year that she became pregnant! Pregnant in the 6th grade! I had no idea about sex, much less that a classmate of mine was going to be a mother at 12 years old:(

Second thing was when I was in the 8th grade. My family had moved from Los Angeles to Memphis, TN., and I was bused to a school out of my neighborhood in a mostly lower to middle class white area. Anyway, I missed my school bus one day and had to take the city bus. As I was walking to the bus stop, a bunch of white teenagers drove by and started yelling "Nigger, Nigger" at me. I was so scared, because I had never experienced that before, and I thought that they were going to get out of the car and beat me up. I ran to the bus stop, and luckily there were other people there. I cried all the way home, and I didn't want to go back to school ever again. I didn't know why someone could hate me without even knowing me. That really showed me that the world has some really messed up people.

for me i think it would be when i finally moved away to school...

i was sheltered as a child, and growing up there were so many things i didn't know about. when i moved away from my parents, and the small town i grew up in i learned so much about the world. i had everything i needed, and came from you stereotypical American family- parents happily married, white picket fence, golden retrievers, a strong sense of family, and the feeling that all the "bad stuff" i would see on the news was a world away...
it wasn't until college that i learned what simple things like "layaway" were. i think i also lost it when an older girl played me.... there was this girl from a certain sorority on campus who i got to know from another girl in her house. anyway, we had some fun, but then i started to fall for her. i thought she liked me too, but when she never returned my calls, and acted like i didn't exists i knew...

wow buddy, that was definately not something i wanted to read while eating my breakfast at 7:45 in the morning. TMI