How old were you when you realized....

[Reginald Noble]

At the age of 8 when some older nikka around 12 years old clapped me in the jaw because he was jealous the ladies loved me.

This is around the time when my parents was like we can't raise this kid being around hood nikkas he gonna grow up to be violent buffoons just like them.

Granted they enrolled me in Karate or what not so I could defend against older kids but the mentality is the real problem. Think about what nikka I would grow up to be if I'm accustomed to fist fighting daily on the regular basis in the hood.

No way I could make big dollar bills. If you grow up accustomed to solving every problem with physical altercation instead of your mind there's no way you can compete with these intellectual Asians and CACs.

Again - It's not about the fight itself it's about the mentality. I highly encourage to enroll your kid in martial arts, self-control most definitely leads to higher income and quality of life.

And yall nay sayers can call me a bytch ass nikka all you want that's why you broke

 

[Malta]

8 or 9, my sisters friend who had the same first name as me was killed, he was always nice to me and since I was a little kid I got a kick out of our names being the same, cause when you're little you're stupid and assume you're the only 1 in the world with that name.


If I google him it's like he never existed, nothing not even a story about it.

 

[Cat piss martini]

age 14 watching cancer eat my
grandmother alive...
age 16 having a neighborhood friend
who walked down the steps in front of me
leaving a house party get damn near
cut in half and being covered in his blood....
hell going to the morgue to identify my baby
brothers body.......I could go on for ever man.

I learned early that Death is always close
enough to smell your breath.

 

[Address_Unknown]

Had to been about 20-22 the most. Walking home from College with a breh back in the Caribbean we happened upon like a fresh ass crime scene. People outside screaming, crying and going hysterical and shyt, so of course we do the looky-loo shyt, see what's the problem since It's out in the open and ain't nobody cordoning off shyt. I get to one spanish dude I know from my construction work and he crying like a baby, talking about how "They killed him. They Killed him." and that's it, so I'm thinking it's prolly some spanish breh got f'cked up. Stops to find out it's a little kid, man.

fukking under 10 year old kid, neck slit, dumped in the mud behind his dad's house. I remember seeing the kid ride his bike in that same area over and over again, little smiley spanish breh...... I think that's the first child murder we had on Island short of back when my moms was little.

They pinned it on this homeless breh around my age that I used to buy beer for when I saw him. Dude was prolly around my age or so, quiet. Prolly wasn't exactly homeless 'cause these Caribbean Islands are small and everyone has family of some sort, but it ain't like dude had a job or a daily schedule. I remember seeing him when I got home and noticed he had blood on his worn out kicks, but I never put two and two together then. I was just stunned.

Turns out the Dad fukked around with some Columbians on some drug shyt and they decided to slit that poor kid's throat to send him a message and that homeless breh who never so much as stole from anybody got lost up in the prison for that shyt. I saw him a few years ago when we had to drop some food stuff up at the prison and I couldn't even make eye contact with him, man. The prison system on this Island is lax as shyt, but still man..I can't remember how much he got, but he just a listless, prolly slow dude that got his freedom took on some bullshyt along with that kid's future.

.....Ain't even gonna get into when I saw a man practically burn to death in a jeep and there wasn't nothing anybody on the scene could do to save or comfort him. I thank god smartphones weren't available back then.

 

[intruder]

Around 9 during hurricane Andrew when Miami turned into a 3rd world for a couple months.

I was there during that time.

 

[morris]

At 6 I met my older brother and at 8 everything went sour.

On the flip side, I realized their is light despite the heavy clouds that come and go at age 17 and reminded of this again at age 31.

It aint all good but best believe it ain't all bad either.

 

[bigesco]

5 , during the first Gulf War. Got shot at , saw folks getting shot and dead bodies lying around.

 

[scarlxrd]

I was there during that time.

How old were you and what side of town were you on?

I was in Cutler Ridge off 216th, shyt was crazy for a while. Some parts of Miami still look torn down.

 

[intruder]

How old were you and what side of town were you on?

I was in Cutler Ridge off 216th, shyt was crazy for a while. Some parts of Miami still look torn down.

I was in Miami on vacation i believe. That was before i moved there permanently. My mom lived on 159th. NW, tho. You said Cutler ridge so that's about 30 miles south of where i was.

First time i ever saw trees airborn. Sh!t was scary

 

[Reflected]

oh and dissecting my first human corpses at 22 was tough shyt. 38 years old- young af and never imagined that one day some inexperienced kids would be poking and chopping on her dead body. The body without the soul is just like a peanut shell

What kind of shyt had you dissecting human bodies?

 

[Phoenix_Knightly23]

What kind of shyt had you dissecting human bodies?

Went to school to become a Medical Assistsnt many moons ago. After that experience I decided that the Med life ain't for me lol

 

[onthereal]

Right after 9/11 cause I was gonna be 13 in ten days. That was the last time I really felt like a kid. Then I had to learn about war, and terrorism, and national security, and then the internet exploded. This happened all at once. Went from having recess to getting body scanned at the airport.

 

[Bless't]

At the age of 10........

Yup.

Though...I was around 29-31 when I realized that there really is no point to life. That's pretty dark in of itself.

 

[CoochieMane]

Probably around 6 when I first saw someone getting shot.

 

[acri1]

About as long as I can remember...I grew up on the eastside of Detroit.