My dad stole my drumsticks.
He's such a jackass.
Well, you see, I like to throw my drumsticks into my wall.
It's in my room, so he has no authority over what happens in there.
The 'I bought the house, it's my room' thing wouldn't apply, because I'm in there because I have no
choice...I'm 14.
So he comes down last night, really pissed off, because there's a hole in the wall, very small. (there's always been holes in the wall, and he hasn't cared, but for some reason, since there's one more hole, he's really pissed off.) So he lectures me, then storms upstairs.
I get home today, play some guitar, then I go over to my drum set, and I see no sticks nearby. I look everywhere in my house, and find it in my dad's closet. He has no right to take what I own.
Yea, whatever, I'm spoiled whatever.
I don't care if he takes away my Xbox, or my ability to watch television, I wouldn't care, I don't play/ watch them much anyways. But when he takes away my musical instruments away from me, I find it cruel, and idiotic.
Everybody check out the record label 'Silent Uproar Records' They have a lot of really good bands, like Stemage and Codaphonic. Oh great, now I'm advertising. But seriously check them out.
TheSilverGuitar
When I'm grounded, I'm grounded from guitar included. This happens a lot.
And technically, your father bought the drums, no?
ChickenGod
As a gift, but I paid for the sticks.
I used to have severe depression, and my parents and I decided, if they were going to ground me for anything, they shouldn't ground me from my guitar, because that was the only thing keeping me together.