When you were a child and a teenager, we’re talking about before you moved out of your parent’s house, were you a “problem child”? Meaning, did you cause many problems for your parents—always throwing temper tantrums, maybe getting in trouble as a teenager drinking or sneaking out of the house?
Maybe you were a pain-in-the-you-know-what to your siblings, making it difficult for your parents to take you two (or all) anywhere.
Or, maybe you were a sweet little angel child, never getting in trouble. What lucky parents you had!
After you vote in the poll, please leave a comment and tell us about your situation growing up. If you were a “problem child,” did your parents ever do anything about it?
And remember, you can be honest. We doubt your parents are reading this. Wink.
Military father, what do you think?
My mother had a good right hand. Never heard wait till your father gets home. Always immediate, appropriate and consistent.
I got it twice! Once from mother, again from father when he came home. No such thing as double jeopardy in our house.
My mom had a yardstick that made me stay in my own yard. “Ya’rd better stay in our own yard.” (Even though the apples on the neighbor’s tree were sooo good.)
I had my moments as a child. Some would say nothing has changed as an adult.
I grew up in a typical household for the times. If you were bad you were punished, sometimes with a good butt whooping.
That’s what’s missing in today’s world. No discipline anymore.
I probably would have been labeled as ADD or ADHD, because I just couldn’t pay attention. But, I was just told that I was a bad kid by the administrators in school. I would look out of the window if a bird flew by, or anything that could distract me. I actually was told by a teacher that I’d never make a living by looking out of the window. Haha As an adult, I drove semi’s, and made a good living for 38 years, and I made more money than many teachers, and I got to see a lot of the country.
Couldn’t get into too much trouble, everyone know which kids belonged to who. As I got older, I was surprised by how much my mom & dad found out about me even when I was on the other side of the city. They must have known a lot of people I never remember meeting.
WHO, ME?!?!? IT WAS HIM!!!
Yep, I had a brother too. It wasn’t until first grade that my little brother found out his name was not “HIM”. Then one day he figured out that he had grown six inches taller than me. Who’s HIM now?
MOM …..!
I wasn’t a problem child and neither was my brother. The parents were the problem ones. They were extremely strict and impatient. Maybe it made us stronger, though.
When we grew up you hardly ever heard of problem children. You listened to your parents. Today a lot of parents don’t have any control of their children and don’t care what they do.
My parents were sometimes exasperated with me. I was polite, respectful and generally well behaved. However, I (mostly) was quite aware of what I could and could not get away with. I was adventurous and I tended to push right up to the limit now and then.
What an interesting poll question….
Cancelproof, this is not THE interesting poll question. One of the upcoming polls just may be: “Do you think you are a GOOD or TROUBLESOME RV Park neighbor?” Your two answers will be compared, and a report card will go out to your kids.
Thank you, RV Travel! 🙂 I probably was more trouble than Momma now recalls, but, overall, not much and rarely. We had few playmates to teach us unruly behavior. Generally, it was just my little brother and me. Thanks again, have a great day, safe travels, and safe stays! 🙂
I was horribly shy and pretty much a loner. My Dad was in the Navy so we moved a lot. I was probably more of a problem to my older brother, than my parents as he was tasked to watch me, but we got along for the most part, being 6 years apart. As others have said, those days, we did what we were told, no questions asked.
I was kid #7 of 8. If any one of us acted up we all were punished. Therefore, we were all monitored by each other and the parents never knew about 80% of the stuff we did. Discipline was handled within the ranks of the kids. But my parents were fairly strict. If my either parent had to ask you to something twice, they only had to ask once in the future.
Mom told me I was a very compliant kid…as long as I had a book in my hand. But when I was 17-18 I found my independent self…doing things my way (which largely worked out). I married my high-school sweetheart (19 and 18)…that was 54-years ago and still going strong!
I was one time and then my Dad took me aside, “counseled” me and my days of being a problem came to a end.
Today your Dad would be in jail. Just sayin’. No discipline allowed anymore
I sure wish my Dad would have known about time outs!
Hahahahahaha!
I was the problem child with an older sister and a younger sister who were “angels” but were very sneaky but never got in trouble. I moved out the day I turned 18 and have had a very happy and successful life.
I was #8 out of 11, so all the problems kids would do were already done, and parents knew what the signs were already. Years later my mom told us that we weren’t that bad but she did have some stories to tell, but never around her grandchildren.
Up to my early teens, I could be real stubborn at times. I wanted to do what I wanted to do (homework was not on that list). Mid teens and on I was a lot more cooperative. My parents pretty much let me do what l wanted (within reason). If I would’ve done something bad, dangerous, or illegal, they would’ve roped me back in. 50 years have gone by and I’m still being a good boy.
I won’t say I was a problem child. At 17, I was in love with a girl who was 3 years older than me. What upset my mom was she was 3 years older than me. She didn’t realize it, because I looked older than I was. We did end up getting married when I was 18. Next year we will be celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary. We’ve been married longer than any of my siblings – I’d say we did alright !!