When was the first time you rebelled?

I refused to go to my grandfather's funeral when I was seven (got it in my head it was something scary). So I got left alone at my grandmother's house which turned out to be more scary (not that anything happened, just being alone not-at-home for an extended period turned out to be a little much).
 
Probably aged 7 when I refused to go to school after we'd moved from one city to another, and we were getting bullied at school because of our different accents... My little Brother and I would pretend to go but we'd not go in at all, and just truanted ,although we were too young to know to go anywhere else, we'd stand outside the school looking through the railings...

When a teacher saw us, she grabbed me and pulled me into the school forcefully so I bit her hard on the hand and she screamed and let go...and I ran away again... :LOL:
 

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hollydolly said:
Probably aged 7 when I refsued to go to school after we'd moved from one city to another, and we were getting bullied at school because of our different accents... My little Brother and I would pretend to go but we'd not go in at all, and just truanted ,although we were too young to know to go anywhere else, we'd stand outside the school looking through the railings...

When a teacher saw us, she grabbed me and pulled me into the school forcefully so I bit her hard on the hand and she screamed and let go...and I ran away again... :LOL:
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Wow, you little rebel!
 
I refused to get on the school bus one morning. I was in kindergarten and my mother drove me to school and went in to see the teacher. I told them one of the boys, Bruce would bite me at nap time. He would bite my arm and his teeth marks would be on my arm all day. I never told anyone because i was so shy. They called his mother and she came to the school and when they questioned him he said he did it because he liked me! He is now my friend on fakebook and he said his family teased him about that his whole life! lol
 
I had just turned four. Mother had made me a sandwich for lunch, which I wrapped in wax paper for later and put in my toy baby buggy, with my favorite doll and a sweater. I was mad about something and decided to leave home, never to return.
It was a town of about 10,000 people and I crossed streets to get as far away as possible.
I actually got about three miles away when my Dad's old Nash pulled up beside me to take me home. He must have gone up and down streets to find me.
I remember I was still indignant and wanted to be on my own forever!
hahaha! I have no idea why I was so upset!
 
Murrmurr said:
Aside from "running away" a few times, and other common expressions of childhood defiance, I was 15 when I told my parents I didn't want to go to either church or synagogue anymore. Mom was sad about it but dad was ok with it. That was an empowering experience.
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That's like me. I left the church at age eight and never returned to ANY church!
I saw the hypocrisy at that age, called my Dad to come and get me and told him I'm NEVER going back!
 
Gaer said:
That's like me. I left the church at age eight and never returned to ANY church!
I saw the hypocrisy at that age, called my Dad to come and get me and told him I'm NEVER going back!
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I stuck with it for my parents' sake, even had my bar-mitzvah. But from about the age of 11 it felt like hypocrisy on my part because I stopped believing any of it by then, especially when the 2 (Catholic and Jewish) are so incongruous.
 
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