#earn STRICT GRANDPARENTS STORIES π΅π΄ Drop a childhoodβ¦
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STRICT GRANDPARENTS STORIES π΅π΄
Drop a childhood story about your strict grandparents in the comments.
The kind of moment that scared you, shaped you, disciplined you, or secretly became funny years later.
Could be:
β’ old-school punishments
β’ terrifying house rules
β’ funny misunderstandings
β’ province/farm memories
β’ unexpected life lessons
β’ hidden sweetness behind strictness
Rules:
β’ Pink and Gray badge holders only
β’ Story must be posted in the comments
β’ Minimum 5 sentences
β’ Real experiences only
β’ No copied or AI-generated entries
β’ Respectful participation only
πΈ 100,000 MLX for every qualified entry.
(Pwede Tagalog.)
STRICT GRANDPARENTS STORIES π΅π΄
Drop a childhood story about your strict grandparents in the comments.
The kind of moment that scared you, shaped you, disciplined you, or secretly became funny years later.
Could be:
β’ old-school punishments
β’ terrifying house rules
β’ funny misunderstandings
β’ province/farm memories
β’ unexpected life lessons
β’ hidden sweetness behind strictness
Rules:
β’ Pink and Gray badge holders only
β’ Story must be posted in the comments
β’ Minimum 5 sentences
β’ Real experiences only
β’ No copied or AI-generated entries
β’ Respectful participation only
πΈ 100,000 MLX for every qualified entry.
(Pwede Tagalog.)
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Growing up with my grandparents felt like living under very old-school rules π
We had to wake up early, fix our bed right away, and be home before 6 PM or else we werenβt allowed outside anymore. Meals were always together at the table, no excuses. Back then, it felt so strict, but now I realize it taught me discipline and respect for family time.
What makes me smile now is their hidden sweetness. Before bedtime, my grandma would put coconut oil on my hair while telling random stories, and sometimes they would secretly give me extra money for school without my parents knowing. π₯Ή Looking back, their love was quiet but genuine.
What makes me smile now is their hidden sweetness. Before bedtime, my grandma would put coconut oil on my hair while telling random stories, and sometimes they would secretly give me extra money for school without my parents knowing. π₯Ή Looking back, their love was quiet but genuine.
My grandmother was very strict and very funny π
She always told us to do something, sometimes she would say do this and sometimes do that. If we were busy with mobile or games for even a little while, she would immediately shout π
When I was a child, I thought that my grandmother was a surfer, but now I understand that she wanted emerald bananas. Every day spent with her now brings back fond memories.
The funniest thing was that she would start laughing while getting the work done and then she would also give me sweets or a snack β€οΈ
She always told us to do something, sometimes she would say do this and sometimes do that. If we were busy with mobile or games for even a little while, she would immediately shout π
When I was a child, I thought that my grandmother was a surfer, but now I understand that she wanted emerald bananas. Every day spent with her now brings back fond memories.
The funniest thing was that she would start laughing while getting the work done and then she would also give me sweets or a snack β€οΈ
My grandma was so strict especially with me, the only girl in the family, I should be inside the house before 6pm even I was a kid and if she visited us and I am outside I recieved pingot sa tenga or a hit of hanger on my butt
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Sorry. Not qualified because it does not fully meet the 5-sentence minimum requirement stated in the guidelines.
Thank you for sharing your story. However, it does not meet the minimum requirement of 5 sentences, so itβs not qualified for the 100k MLX reward.
I just feel the need to clarify.
Hereβs the breakdown:
1.My parents were living in Johannesburg at the time, so my brother and I stayed with our grandmother.
2.She was very strict, and hidings were common in our home.
3.If my brother did something wrong or came home late, I would often get punished too.
4.Looking back now, I understand that she probably believed she was doing what was best for us, but as I grew older, I started to see some of it as abusive rather than discipline.
Hereβs the breakdown:
1.My parents were living in Johannesburg at the time, so my brother and I stayed with our grandmother.
2.She was very strict, and hidings were common in our home.
3.If my brother did something wrong or came home late, I would often get punished too.
4.Looking back now, I understand that she probably believed she was doing what was best for us, but as I grew older, I started to see some of it as abusive rather than discipline.
My grandparents were very strict in my childhood. I still remember I got scolded badly for coming home late once. They never allowed laziness or disrespect in the house. At that time I felt scared, but now I understand they were teaching discipline. Today, Iβm thankful for those strict rules because they shaped my life.
Way way back 90's i remember when it is 5pm,my lola,will have this "walis tingting"to find us because we play a lot in the streets,so thats the O.G lola thing ,we will run and run,and lola's chasing with her powerful "tayloR sweep thingππ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήπ§Ήand then a lot.of coversation of do's and don'ts thing.
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Appreciate your entry. Unfortunately, it does not meet the required 5 clear sentences, so it is not eligible under the rules.
When I was little, my grandfather was very strict about waking up early. Even during school holidays, he would knock on my door before sunrise and make me help feed the animals and clean the yard in our village. One day I complained and tried to hide back under the blanket, but he caught me and made me carry water buckets with him for the whole morning. At that time I thought he was too hard on me, and honestly I was scared of disappointing him. Years later, I realized he was teaching me discipline, responsibility, and how to work without making excuses. Now those mornings became some of my favorite memories, especially hearing his stories while we worked together.
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