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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.

Important note: This section is not for confessions that involve sex with children or sexual situations where children were involved. Any such postings will be deleted immediately you sick twisted fuck.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was a kid, I used to put a banana inside the front of my tighty whity underpants and take a walk. It looked I had a hard on. As I approached girls they would giggle when they saw the bulge in my pants but they never said anything.

    #4339 — Comments (9) — Jun 5, 2007 at 2:10 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My sister always came into my room to get me up in the morning by pulling the covers off me. I only wore my tighty whities. She always laughed when she pulled the covers off and saw me in my underpants. She did this for weeks until finally, I decided to teach her a lesson. When I went to bed one night, I took all my clothes off and slept naked. The next morning she came in my room and pulled the covers off and I was laying on my stomach and she saw my bare ass and she screamed. I raised my ass up in the air and gave her a good look at my asshole and I told her to kiss my ass. I told her to get out of my room or I will turn around and show you my dick. She didn't leave the room, but she closed the door giving me the impression that she left the room. When I crawled out of the bed there she was looking at my dick and she laughed. I was embarrassed because I have a small dick. Now I go to bed wearing pajamas.

    #4338 — Comments (2) — Jun 4, 2007 at 5:50 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was a kid I used to enjoy watching the girls at school going up the stairs so that I could see their stocking tops and panties up their skirts. Fifty years on and I still take the opportunity to look up skirts on the escalator at the mall, although it's a rare occasion to see a glimpse of bare thigh above a stocking top these days.

    #4337 — Comments (2) — Jun 4, 2007 at 4:33 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I really do.

    I loved packing blankets, pillows and stuffed animals in the backset of the car.

    Sometimes waiting in lawnchairs.

    The trip to concession stand; pizza, bon-bons, hot dogs, pop corn.

    The swing sets under the screen.

    I miss watching one good movie and a cheesy one on the warm summer nights.

    #4336 — Comments (4) — May 21, 2007 at 5:00 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — 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 It.
  • — 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 It.
  • — 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 It.
  • — 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 It.
  • — 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 It.
  • — 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 It.
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