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i was at a park today just watching the sky when i heard a *thud* and suddenly all this crying. on my left was the mother. on my right was her child. seemed her child had fallen down while doing whatever on those baseball benches. so the kid is on the ground crying and i dont really care, but i listen.
child: oh mom its broken
mom: no its not! c'mon! lets go!
child: mom, it's broken. it split open
mom: no it didn't. c'mon. lets go!
child: mom, there is so much blood!
mom: i can see from here. there is no blood and its not broken. c'mon. let's go.
child: ok i'm fine
anyways, so i start thinking about the fact that my life be over soon, especially after the past few nights. i was thinking, damn, i might never get to see Hostel, especially since it's 2 months from now. so i start thinking about good memories.
i remember around 1995-6 when my dad had suddenly gotten into getting every Beateles album on CD. The whole family was in the living room and my dad had just gotten Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band. So he hooks it up to his stereo and puts on his $5 headphones. Then he starts trying to talk to us.
HEY ERICK. U WANT TO GO TO WALMART TOMORROW.
i guess he thought that the fact that the music was loud in his ears meant that the music was loud for everyone, like at a concert. me and my mom were giggling like crazy as he said normal things at a loud volume.
WHATS YOURS
a good memory i keep was when my dad has surgery and he had to stay home for 1 month resting his back was still in pain so he couldn't work and i was like 9 or 10 yrs old and my bro received for Xmas a huge puzzle to make it was this horse with wings "pegase " on a night with all the stars and i remenber my dad was trying to build the puzzle and when we would came back from school for lunch my dad would cook for us or even for teatime he would prepare us hot chocolate with cookies 
and a fire in the fireplace ....
we were so happy to have our daddy at home !
yeah good memories ....
haha i love my daddy 
don't really have a whole lot of good childhood memories...a couple that stick out though are when my mom and i lived in the ghetto when i was like 9 and we used to sneak out to the complex pool (closed after dark) to go for a swim to cool off on the hot summer nights because she couldn't afford to keep the AC running all the time. so that was our way of cooling off for a bit before bed. i was always scared to jump the fence and go in there because all these thugs would hang around the complex sometimes...but they never fucked with us. it was fun though.
and when i was in 5th grade i wanted to be cool and be a cheerleader but i had never done it before. my mom told me about the city league try outs so i just went to the 3 day clinic where they teach you a dance, 2 cheers and a chant and you have to get it down by the 4th day (try outs) and there were like 300 + girls there...it was very intimidating, but i just went in there and gave it my best shot. then we had to go home and wait for a phone call to see if we made it. that was like the most nerve-wracking couple of hours for me. i was convinced i didn't make it.
but then i got the call and i did
Two of my earliest memories are both of breaking my arm...
First (i was about 3) was of me standing at the top of my stairs at home moments before falling down and breaking my arm.
Secondly was breaking my arm on a rollarcoster in Great Yarmouth when i was about 5.
And as a side note, do you guys remember things in the first or third person? 90% of my memories are in the third person, very strange
This is a splendid idea.
Well I remember back when I was 7 or 8 years old. I loved to climb trees and cliffs and all that, yeah you know.
And this one time, I start climbing in a HUGE, HUGE, HUUUUUUUGE tree, like... man the height of it was unreal tournament! I don't have a clue of HOW high it was though, but you'll get an idea when I'm done, I'm telling you.
So I climbed to top (almost) unfortunately I step on a frail branch, and start falling down, recieving multiple (prior bases for my climbing) old branches up my scrotum. Plus I grazed both of my legs REALLY bad on the trunk, all the way down.
When I landed I had one wound on my right leg reaching from my hip down to my foot, about 2-3 cm deep, and pretty much 2 cm broad, just pissing out blood. Almost an identical wound on my left leg as well, ust a little shorter.
I starting limping through the forest, feeling dizzy and completely unfocused, so I fall down a very small cliff, landing in a thicket stinging nettles, so my whole body (especially my legs) hurt even more, although I usually don't feel the pain, or whatever you want to call it, from nettles. I scream, get up, keep on hobbling, from the glade into the vast forest again, and eventually I get out... CIVILISATION!!! And I kept on rollin'... I guess I looked like a zombie by now. But the bad luck just wouldn't stop. I felt hungry and stuff, and I had a fairly long way to walk. And I have bees attacking me for no reason. This is where I fell down in a sandbox, crying for help. FINALLY some luck I thought when a friend showed up and called my parents from home. The thing is... we were gonna have some.. to me-disgusting fish for dinner, so I went crazy and started crying even more when I got home.
That's it I guess. I'll post more memories later.
I always visit this site to rekindle those childhood memories.
WHO REMEMBERS SUPERTED? LOL A TALKING TEDDY BEAR WHO SAVES THE WORLD, DID THE PERSON WHO COME UP WITH THAT TAKE SMACK WHILST COMING UP WITH THIS GENIUS CONCEPT??????
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| Originally posted by Cannibal I always visit this site to rekindle those childhood memories. WHO REMEMBERS SUPERTED? LOL A TALKING TEDDY BEAR WHO SAVES THE WORLD, DID THE PERSON WHO COME UP WITH THAT TAKE SMACK WHILST COMING UP WITH THIS GENIUS CONCEPT?????? |
WHY ARE WE SHOUTING ABOUT SUPERTED?!?!!
My favorite childhood memory was sledding in my backyard with my sister & cousin, over Christmas break. We'd stay outside for 2 - 3 hours at a time until we were completely chilled, and then go inside and Mom would make us hot cocoa and cinnamon & sugar toast. We'd stick our shoes & gloves on the heat register and play Legos for a couple hours and then bundle ourselves up and go back out again.
Soooooooo much fun.
i'm trying to think of what my happiest childhood memory is 
can't really pic a happiest memory...
i remember one when i was in like 1st grade or something and we had a class raffle for this giant michaelango ninja turtle...the thing was huge, bigger than me...and i won it! it was awesome!
of course i also remember when i went to show the older kids up the street my prize and they ripped it and so i got really pissed and chased them with a bat...
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| Originally posted by Ygrene WHY ARE WE SHOUTING ABOUT SUPERTED?!?!! My favorite childhood memory was sledding in my backyard with my sister & cousin, over Christmas break. We'd stay outside for 2 - 3 hours at a time until we were completely chilled, and then go inside and Mom would make us hot cocoa and cinnamon & sugar toast. We'd stick our shoes & gloves on the heat register and play Legos for a couple hours and then bundle ourselves up and go back out again. Soooooooo much fun. |
mom: don't touch your penor son
me: *cries*
for "aural" stimulation of memories - the is an awesome soundtrack IMO - for me and many others - the sounds are intense and delicate
I always associate music and memory together......makes it so easy to benchmark specific moments.
awesome!
Take Your Air by Nu Nrg always makes me go back to the good ol' days.
And yes, we also played alot in the snow, sledding, snow forts, igloos, battling eachother with snowballs!
We always battled in a place, where there's one lower part and one higher part, and there's a slope which let's you escape on a sled, if you have sneaked up to the other team (who's on the top) through the network of tunneling and spruce on both sides of the slope.
So much fun, so many friends, so good.
Will never forget
What's everyone's oldest memory?
I remember in pre-school there was a golf ball on the playground. Someone threw it and it rolled underneath the fence so that nobody on the playground could get it. When my mom picked me up after preschool was over for the day, I had her drive around to the other side of the fence so I could pick it up. LMAO...stupid...but its my oldest memory.
my oldest memory is me taking a handful of sand from my preschool playground and eating it.
hahah i was like 3.
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| Originally posted by Floorfiller i'm trying to think of what my happiest childhood memory is can't really pic a happiest memory... i remember one when i was in like 1st grade or something and we had a class raffle for this giant michaelango ninja turtle...the thing was huge, bigger than me...and i won it! it was awesome! of course i also remember when i went to show the older kids up the street my prize and they ripped it and so i got really pissed and chased them with a bat... |
I have a thing about getting my hair played with.
I remember back in kindergarden, I was 4 I think, I had my first crush on a girl (don't remember her name tho)
I went to the sandpit and got one of my mates to throw sand in my hair (it was rather long back then, like Beatles bowl cut, still waiting on childhood pics from my mom) and then I'd ask her to get all the sand out.
Playah at such a young age 
hmm...
kindergarten -
i was walking with another kid on top of a brick wall about 5 feet high. halfway i decided to jump off. i took the other kid with me. he split his head open and was knocked unconcious. he required 23 stitches. i told the teacher he fell off on his own. 
8yrs old -
i used to build dirt jumps on slopes with a cousin of mine who live's on a farm in southern england. then we would take turns riding down the hill at tops speed on his rickety old bicycle and hit the jumps. ate dirt many many times though. in later yrs we upgraded to an old dirt bike. good times.
another one. i remember mucking about in the woods one day and i needed to take a piss so i went to pee in some bushes. as i was halfway peeing my cousin pushed me into the bush (which happened to full of stinging nettles). i was not amused. 
primary school -
i remember having a feud with this one kid. we would always get into fights and try and set each other up. he scribbled my name in like 20 of the schools library books and tried to put the blame on me for destroying school property (the dumbass spelt my name wrong). on the same day he brought some softcore porn to school and tried to plant it in my bag but got caught red handed. needless to say his parents were called and they were pissed. the next day he didnt come to school and our teacher told us that he had tried to commit suicide the night before by downing 45 aspirins. that afternoon i went to visit him in the hospital and i laughed in his face. i remember telling him, "you'r such a loser, you cant even kill yourself properly."
that feud continued untill i finished highschool.
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| Originally posted by kr00t0n I have a thing about getting my hair played with. I remember back in kindergarden, I was 4 I think, I had my first crush on a girl (don't remember her name tho) I went to the sandpit and got one of my mates to throw sand in my hair (it was rather long back then, like Beatles bowl cut, still waiting on childhood pics from my mom) and then I'd ask her to get all the sand out. Playah at such a young age |
Oldest?
We went to the beach with the whole family (us 5 and my aunt+her familty) in Spain (Lloret de Mar, beach Boadella)
I was 3-4years old, played some at the water and decided to climb the rocks. I fell on em, cried very loudly, my dad rushed to me, took me and alot of people came around me to see what happened.
My dad took me to the bar (3 fridges and a counter, very primitive cause it was a distant, kinda hidden beach) and got 2 big bags of ice.
I had a badass bump on my head but continued playing :-)
Aaaah good times
Let's see here. The only memory that stands out is when we lived in this little town, pop 500 or something, and we lived on the outskirts down a dirt road and beside two other houses. There was a field across the dirt road with a lot of sticks. The neighbor kid would take me(and maybe others, can't remember) over to the field, have us build pretend beds out of sticks, and teach us how to have sex missionary style by humping the air where the girl should be in the bed. Hmm. I can't decide if it was demented or harmless. Probably harmless. My mom's friend's teenage daughter showing me her underwear while she wore it probably did more damage, and there's another memory. Then again...there was the fact that I spent every night, even the 90 degree-night summers under my wool blanket, heart pounding, sweating profusely, and completely terrified of things like aliens, ghosts, and other monsters. Oh, and also of my dad beating my mom...that's a good one. Or the time my brother killed a cat by smashing its head against the pavement multiple times. Or the other time he killed ten puppies by drowning them in the neighbors pool. Hmm...
No actually those aren't good ones. I remember making dirt clods and throwing them, and swimming in pools of mud in the dirt driveway. That's decent memory I guess.
birthdays were the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirstay, uh, damn right I like the life I live, cause I went from negative to positive
and it's all good
I dont have any nice childhood memories.
I was sent to a Boarding school, where I was sexually abused because of my feminine looks. I was a nice sweet looking boy and my seniors loved to sleep with me.
Thats all what I remember and I want to forget it but never will.
that explains alot
i was 5 years old
and with this neghborhood girl and we were in this abandoned house and i showed her my penis and she laughed
i used to compete with her brother all the time... we would build wooden guns and play cowboys and indians until he brought a plastic one that works on batteries and makes this spacey twirly noise when you pull the trigger... I cried cause all I had was a wooden one... 
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