Share some 'childhood ruined real stories'.

Learning about the commercial side of holidays can also ruin a childhood. For example, with Valentine's Day. As a child, we see it as a day of love and giving cute cards. But when we find out that it's mostly a marketing ploy by companies to sell cards and chocolates, it can take away some of the innocence of how we view the holiday.

I remember one time in my childhood, I lied about doing my homework. My dad found out and gave me a spanking. It was a hard lesson, but it taught me the importance of honesty. He made me understand that lying only gets you into more trouble in the long run. Since then, I always tried my best to be honest about my schoolwork and other things.

When I was a child, I once found a little bird that had fallen out of its nest. I took it home and tried to take care of it. I made a small box for it to stay in and fed it with some bread crumbs. But unfortunately, it didn't survive for long. I was really sad at that time.

Well, here's one. I used to have a pet turtle. One day, I thought it would be fun to give it a 'race' in the garden. So I put it on the grass and cheered it on. But it just slowly crawled towards a patch of flowers and started munching on some leaves instead of racing.

There was a kid whose parents got divorced when he was very young. He then had to move between two different households. This made him feel lost as he didn't have a stable home environment. He lost his carefree childhood days because he was always worried about pleasing both parents and fitting into two different worlds.

Sure. One ruined life story could be that of a young athlete who had a serious injury right before a big competition that was supposed to launch their career. They became depressed, turned to drugs to cope, and ended up losing all their friends and opportunities. Their dreams were shattered in an instant.

One funny ruined Christmas story could be when a family's Christmas turkey got burnt to a crisp in the oven. The smoke filled the whole house, and the smell was awful. Everyone was looking forward to that delicious meal, but instead they had to order pizza on Christmas day.

When I was a child, every Christmas, my family and I would go to my grandparents' house. We would bake Christmas cookies together, tell stories by the fireplace, and then on Christmas Eve, we would all go to the midnight mass. The whole experience was so warm and full of the Christmas spirit.

I had a childhood secret about my collection of shiny stones. I found them during my walks and hid them in a shoebox under my bed. I didn't tell anyone because I thought they were my little treasures. I used to take them out and arrange them in different patterns when I was alone in my room. It was like having my own precious little museum.

One of my childhood friends and I once decided to build a treehouse in the backyard. We collected all the old wood we could find and spent days nailing it together. It was wobbly but it was our little secret hideout. We would go there to read comics and share snacks.