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TIFU by inviting my crazy uncle to my 7th birthday party

This happened when I was turning 7. It was my birthday party and things were actually going great. My friends were there, we had snacks, and my mom got me exactly what I wanted a brand new Moana DVD.

Enter my crazy uncle. The one who smells like alcohol and does wild stuff. The second he arrived the whole mood in the room shifted.

We got to the cake and everyone was singing Happy Birthday. He was singing along normally until the very last line. Right at the end he screamed "happy f-word birthday" as loud as he could in front of all the kids. The room went completely silent. My parents immediately threw him out.

While my parents were outside saying goodbye to the guests, I snuck off to my bedroom to finally watch my new movie. I was so excited and alone in front of the TV.

Somehow my uncle managed to sneak back into the house without anyone noticing. The door suddenly burst open and he walked right up to me. He said “I forgot your present. Happy birthday.” Then he ripped the Moana disc out of the player, jammed in his own blank CD, and quickly ran off.

Being 7 years old I just sat there and watched it. It wasn’t Moana. It was the movie Jackass. I watched the entire thing in absolute horror. There were so many gross and shocking scenes that completely shattered my innocent little mind especially one involving a guy filming his own business in a toilet. I was sitting right in front of the TV gagging, dry heaving, and screaming but everyone outside was chatting and couldn’t hear me.

That day left me pretty messed up for a while.

TL;DR: On my 7th birthday my uncle ruined the party by swearing loudly in front of everyone, then secretly replaced my Moana DVD with the movie Jackass. I ended up watching the whole inappropriate movie alone as a scared little kid and it traumatized me.

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