It's happened to the best of us. Those character-defining moments in childhood where one can only look back now at what happened and shrivel at it. Whether it's because your miniature version from the past simply wasn't paying attention, or maybe even was craving too much of it, these downers are sure to be both traumatic and life-altering. Let us begin!

Not getting to the swingset in time

Recess has begun and you're officially the happiest you've ever been for as long as you remember.  You know exactly what you're going to do with your best friend and have been waiting all day for this. You dash madly out of the school doors to the playground after haphazardly slipping on your outdoor shoes, with the one goal in mind of reaching the swingset. But lo and behold, it is taken - stolen, if you will. By none other than your arch nemesis, of course, whoever that may be. Even your best friend would rely on your confidence in them to make a last-second sprint and place their hands onto the seat of the last swing, shouting out that they've taken it. You can't deny that either, forcing you to take to the sidelines in fear of them calling "the duty" teacher to sort you out. This could apply to anything really, such as the sandbox or those tiny playground excavators you'd try to bury smaller children with to assert your reign as king or queen of the sands. No matter the object though, it all results in the same thing: Having the constant yet indescribable urge later in life to swivel in your office chair.

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It even has the nerve to smile at you.

Letting go of your balloon in the house

I think we all know where this is headed. After a birthday party you're left with your very own balloon, so you've naturally befriended it. You imagine the rest of your lives together, frolicking in fields of daisies, riding dinosaurs in space, the typical stuff. It doesn't take long though for your mind to drift, and for you to start noticing that juice box from across the room giving you that come-hither look. You release the balloon, only to have it float gently up into the air, dangling if it may be, and then abruptly exploding in your face. Those thousands of little spikes looking down on you, otherwise deceivingly and  deliciously known as popcorn ceiling, just made your best balloon buddy explode right in front of your eyes. You swear revenge on these daggers from the sky, although you don't quite know how and rather just go about drinking from your juice box. But I ask, who honestly has gone through this and got in the habit of never letting go of something in case it blew up in one's face?

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You can almost make out an image of pure evil.

Telling the truth

You've been told this before, that you won't get in trouble if you merely tell the truth, and that lying only makes things worse with a petty crime from childhood. And while that may all be fine and dandy for most things, we all have that mastermind within us, devising the perfect and seemingly undeducible plan to buck the system as we knew it. I'll use my own experience as an example. I was around the age of six at the time, therefore thought of myself as a wizard capable of getting away with whatever I wanted, more than anything else. So I stole my big brother's advent calendar, stashed it away behind my dresser, and for the next two days rewarded myself with a feast of cheap chocolatey goodness. It wasn't long, though, that my brother realised that he was missing his calendar and went to the parents about it. Now, as a six-year-old, I at least knew one thing that my parents told me: that it's always better to be truthful. So under the presumption that I was a genius, I gathered everyone up to my room, pulled out the hollowed-out calendar from behind my dresser and proclaimed, "Look! I found it!", with probably the most evil-looking grin on my face possible. It's not hard to imagine that things didn't turn out too well for me then and I feel like I still owe my brother a calendar every year for that. But it's taught me a lesson at least, and that's to never trust your truth-telling judgement after a sugar-high.

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Yeah, that face seems about accurate.

I think that about sums it up for now then. Of course, there are a plethora of common disappointing moments in our childhood's, but they can be left for another day. For now, let us bask in the glory that we've probably been through something similar to this, and turned out the way we are, perfectly maniacal on the inside. Wouldn't you say?