I dare you to read this without getting teared up

I remember my mom told me this story because my sisters teacher had told the parents. It didn't make me cry, but it did touch me.

It didn't affect me what so ever. What a cold bastard I must be.

BR1NG3R

It touched me in some places, but no tearssmokingsbad

Now, relax, and point on this doll to the places where the bad, bad story touched you.

That man should have had his mother euthanized long ago if she crawled around his room singing songs to him.

I remember that book. It always weirded me out for some reason.t3hrubikscube

How the hell did his mom pick him up when he was a grown man?

Inquisitor326

When I was younger, my mom would always read that to me. So reading it out loud to myself now really tears me up....

"But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang..."

I found this more disturbing than sad.

[QUOTE="smokingsbad"]It touched me in some places, but no tearsGabuEx

Now, relax, and point on this doll to the places where the bad, bad story touched you.

A touching story, still got my emotions under control due to attending a memorial these past few days, was on Honour Guard, so it didn't make me cry. But it's very touching, we're all still those little babies in our mother's/guardian's eyes, we always will be.

R/T

"But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang..."

I found this more disturbing than sad.

RedDraco66

That was really lame. The stories in Lost Odyssey were better tear jerkers.AAllxxjjnn

That was really lame. The stories in Lost Odyssey were better tear jerkers.AAllxxjjnn

Oh, God, don't remind me of those. :cry:

I think my favorite was the one about the bedridden girl to whom Kaim would tell stories about his journeys.

theres 3 minutes of my life i want back

everyone who posted, try this.Hewkii

[QUOTE="AAllxxjjnn"]That was really lame. The stories in Lost Odyssey were better tear jerkers.GabuEx

Oh, God, don't remind me of those. :cry:

I think my favorite was the one about the bedridden girl to whom Kaim would tell stories about his journeys.

It was sweet but it didn't affect me.

Well shoot I thought it was quite touching!!!!! :?

That didn't effect me at all. I was expecting something like the son abandoning the mother, now THAT would have made me teary.

It's touching, but didn't make me cry.

it is one I have read before and many similar stories that they use to try and evoke emotion. I have gotten used to them and know what is going to be attempted.

For something REAL i will feel bad but not a story, those "tearjerkers" are becoming commonplace.

Am I the only one that found this part creepy? :?

[QUOTE=""]That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:CrazyKilljoy117

[QUOTE="CrazyKilljoy117"]

Am I the only one that found this part creepy? :?

[QUOTE=""]That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:guynamedbilly

She must have biceps the size of my head.

Anyways, decent story but it didn't do a thing for me.

A shame really as my eyes are really dry right now.

I remember that book.

....meh. It's not like I'm a heartless bastard it's just this story is a broken record to me now.

I found it funny,but not touching ;)

Not really, although I did find some of it slightly disturbing.

Am I the only one that found this part creepy? :?

[QUOTE=""]That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:CrazyKilljoy117