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When I Was A Kid
You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet?

Kids do all kinds of things, some well-intentioned, some quite purposefully mean-spirited. If you're ready to tell AdultConfessions.com about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When i was in reception or year 1 the teacher was reading a story to the class, and suddenly i had to go to the bathroom. But when i put my hand up she gave me a speachless message saying "put your hand down" so i waited pateintly then as she was turning a page i put it up but she told me to put it down. After a couple more pages i couldnt wait any longer. Next thing i know i have pissed my pants and there was a circle of urine all over the carpet. I ran to the toilets and when i got back to class everyone was laughing at me...

    #4335 — Comments (2) — May 17, 2007 at 9:15 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was in junior high and highschool I was popular and considered a good girl! I use to babysitt for allot of my teachers which not all kids would be selected to do. What they did not know was I was a pretty nasty. When they left and the kids went to bed. I would masterbate in different rooms of the house on their beds or with their toothbrushes and I would go to the kitchen and spit and pee in their food in the refrigerator, like the milk, juice tea etc. No joke I would sit the pitcher on the floor drop my pants and squat and piss enough not to be noticed in stuff right in the middle of the kitchen with the kids just upstairs asleep. I would also snoop through everything and have bf over to fuck when I got older!

    #4333 — Comments (8) — Apr 21, 2007 at 6:17 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was in 4th grade, my brother and my girl friend would go to school together. Every 2 or 3 weeks, while we were walking to school there was a man whose zipper was always down and the front of his pants were wide open and we of course were able to see his underpants. He wore tighty whities. We all laughed so hard. As he walked past us he reached back and scratched his asshole through his pants. After a couple of times of seeing this man do the same thing, we always yelled out, "There's the zipper and tighty whitey man." We also yelled out, "Scratch your bum, scratch your bum."

    Oh yeah, my girlfriend yelled out when he scratched his asshole, "Ewww! Your underpants are going to get messy.

    He never said anything to us. He just walked by with his underpants showing and scratching his asshole. I imagine he was doing this on purpose. He probably got excited about it.

    #4332 — Comments (17) — Apr 18, 2007 at 11:35 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Being I had incidents of bedwetting mom got tired of it and finally when I was 6 she warned me that if i kept wetting the bed I would be diapered. I was scared and stayed dry for awhile but one morning woke up soaked. My older sister Terri tattled. Nothing more was said that day but that night mom called me into her room and I saw the diapers rubber pants and powder. This was in the 60's. I started to cry and swore no more wet beds but she picked me up took off my clothes and told me to be still. I was double diapered and then has the rubber pants pulled on. My sister Terri was smiling saying at least now your room wont smell of pee. Then mom put on my jammies. I watched some TV then was tucked into bed. I remember waking up wet but at least the bed was dry. Mom took the rubber pants off and unpinned the soaked diaper and put me in the shower then I got dressed for school. I was kept in night diapers for another 2 years. It was very embarrasing as relatives knew, so did some of Terri's friends who came over and saw my buldging bottom. Once my cousin Elaine who was my age saw mom diapering me on her bed and I was very embarrased. Finally at like 8 or 9 my bladder grew and I stopped wetting so I was taken out of the night diapers. My dad thought I was a weakling for bedwetting and I got no sympathy there. I have done research on this topic and found out that many kids (mostly boys though) have gone through the same thing. It sucked.

    #4331 — Comments (2) — Apr 18, 2007 at 10:36 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was around three, four, and five, I was really frisky for some reason. I liked to convince my friends (both boys and girls) to touch and kiss, but since I didn't really know what sex was, we didn't do that.
    I kissed a lot of girls and a couple guys by the time I entered elementary school.. at the moment I'm in a straight, monogomous relationship but I think I'm hypersexual.

    #4330 — Comments (1) — Apr 8, 2007 at 3:56 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm new to this board and hope this is the right place to "confess". LIke many kids in the 50's and 60's I grew up in a very strict environment, which included school. In school we were told to use the bathroom before class, during recess and during lunch. It's still not so easy for 6 and 7 years olds to control their functions, and the inevitable happened to me once. It was late in the day and thinking I could "hold it" I didn't want to risk her ire by asking for a late bathroom break. But how wrong I was. Before I could run to the bathroom I pooped in my pants. It was horrifying and I didn't know what to do. Being I was up front, Mrs. Breen sniffed the air, and so did some of the kids close by, all wondering who the guilty culprit was. Well, to my chagrin, Mrs. Breen focused on me, stood over me and asked me if I had an accident. I said no, and that got her mad, as she hated lying and she guessed what had happened. "Richard Joseph (she always used both of our names if we had middle ones), come up here." I feared moving, but knew if I didnt she would have grabbed me and done it anyhow, so I got up, head down. By this time I smelled pretty bad and the other kids starting buzzing. "I think you need to see Miss Polansky" (the school nurse) right? My tongue was stuck in neutral, and I was on the verge of tears. "I I I don't know!" "Well, young man, my nose tells me that you might". She then did the unthinkable; she pulled the back of my pants (they were elastic waisted). Game, set, match. By then the giggling in the class really got intense. "Quiet class, Richard had an accident; he should have been a bigger boy, right?" I could just mumble "yes ma'am". I was wearing dark corduroy pants which must have been sagging in the back. Trying to keep my composure, I didn't cry but I was bursting inside. I heard the whispers "ewww he stinks, "he needs a diaper" "what a baby" from some of the kids. "Well Richard next time you will try harder right?" "Yes ma'am" She then looked at her watch. "It's almost time to go home, so why don't we forget the nurse". "Come sit by me". For all of her bluster, Mrs Breen had a heart. After what seemed an eternity, the bell rang, and I grabbed my stuff and got out of there as soon as I could. My mom was waiting for me and she knew immediately something was wrong. I told her what had happened. She told me I should have asked to go to the bathroom if I really needed to, and wasn't too sympathetic. When we got home, I was a mess. I was threatened with diapers and rubber pants if I had any more "accidents". I made sure I didn't have any more accident in school, but this incident really affected me, as I replay it often in my mind.

    #4324 — Comments (15) — Feb 23, 2007 at 9:12 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was kid and up to being classified as a young man I think we had it pretty good as girls wore stockings and not pantyhose. Held firmly in place by a garter belt the sight was something to behold unlike the times of today when it's no fun catching a glimpse of what lies up a girls skirt.

    #4323 — Comments (31) — Feb 19, 2007 at 6:08 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Many years ago, a friend and myself saw a cinder block near an overpass, under which a subway in New York passed. We both looked at each other, and when we saw the train leave the previous station, we lifted the block and threw it over. It landed on the tracks and the motorman stopped the train to remove it. He looked up, saw us and we ran off. I know now it was a stupid thing to do. I was like 8 or 9. Good thing nobody ever found out; I would have gotten my bottom blistered.

    #4322 — Comments (4) — Feb 16, 2007 at 9:34 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    This happened to me when I was about 10 years old. We were in the cafeteria eating lunch & I apparently forgot to pull up my pants because some boy said to me "Hey, nice underwear". That was embarrassing. This is a true story so don't be rude, even if you don't believe me.

    #4321 — Comments (29) — Feb 12, 2007 at 10:11 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When i was at school in year 5 we had changing stalls at the pool side. So when i was changing, one of the other girls opened the door WHILE I WAS NAKED!!! i wet myself in the embarrassment everyone started laghing my best friend was changed and heard everyone laghing but she didnt lagh she ran over to me and closed the door again so i could finish changing oh no i just wet myself again thinking about the embarrassingness.

    #4320 — Comments (9) — Feb 10, 2007 at 1:30 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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