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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: What is your Very First Childhood Memory? | ||||
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| Claire | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 2:38 AM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01  | Mine is when I was about 3 years old. I was in my room, supposedly taking a nap. I did NOT want to take a nap. I was PISSED. I remember banging on the door, clutching my Woobie Blanky, screaming to be let out. Pretty frustrating! Though I had a really nice childhood. Why my first memory isn't a pleasant one, I do not know. Probably because strong negative emotion has a greater impact than positive feelings. Would anyone else care to recall their very first memory in this existence? Serious replies only, please ;)  It's social. Demented and SAD, but social. I hate people, but I love gatherings. Isn't that ironic. "Scrape 'em off, Claire"-Bill Murray-Scrooged | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 2:52 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | 2 earliest memories I can call to mind.. 1st.. don't know how old I was.. Winter.. Me, Mom & Dad had to go somewhere... went outside.. the snow was HUGE.. my dad picked me up and put me on top of the snow.. which I remember as being above his head.. though they don't believe me (but then again.. back then my dad was a GIANT too lol) 2nd.. NOT a good one.. about 5 years old.. wake up in the middle of the night to my first experience with a now long time friend.. epileptic siezures.. ugh.. REALLY frightening when you're 5, let me tell you.. and I can remember the whole thing clear as day.. dbl ugh..  No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
| mikeWOW | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 3:19 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | wow let me think... probably when i was around 4 i guess and i dropped the glass pitcher of iced tea and i remember being so scared and i hid under my bed. "i hate people that dont get it!" | ||||
| My Turn in the Barrel Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 3:33 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Goin to Disney World when I was 4. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, I like the idea of a chick with a horse. | ||||
| Jolene'78 | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 4:13 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | First one I was 3 i think and we had a puppy dog named Sobat (means friend). I wanted to share my milk and my cookie with Sobat but my mom said I couldn't, when she left the room i spilled some milk on the floor so the dog could have some. I was talking to my mom about this a few years ago and she showed me a picture of me spilling the milk on the floor for the dog.... Another one where I remember my mom dropping me off at nursery school for the first time...I was histerycal, i cried my eyes out, did not want my mom to leave me there and begged here to take me home with her...she did not and left me there. At the end of the day I did not want to come home with her cause I had so much fun there...  Have you ever had that typical Dutch feeling...."Have I That???" This message was edited by Jolene'78 on 7-1-01 @ 4:45 AM | ||||
| crx girl Newbie! vg Y's me ugo girl Limey Mothercocker | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 4:23 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | i have a couple, and i'm not entirely sure which came first, but i think: nursery school, around the time i turned 3, first time going in involved sitting around in a waiting room, then the next time consisted of being dragged into a room full of children and being forced to play. i spent many an hour in the principal's office learning to read because i didn't interact so well with the other children. 2nd memory, i would've been exactly 3 yrs 2 months and 10 days old, my mum had just had a new baby and i remember going to the hospital to see it. well, maybe 11 days, i don't know if i would've been allowed in on the day she was born, but hey. it's a somewhat squishy memory even though there's a supermarket now in the place where not only my two younger sisters, but i myself was born.  An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come. --Victor Hugo regardless of my status, i am a nice person. no really, i am, i swear;) and if you need adoption, i'm an available foster mummy | ||||
| Lgaia | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 9:08 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | One of my first Memories was me sitting in the back of my grandfathers HUGE car. The seats were tan leather and I was this little tiny kid in the back of this boat. I think we were going fishing with my brother and sister. The next was pretty painful looking back now, and clear as day. The day after my third birthday my father was in a horrible accident, which left him in the hospital for months. The first time I remember going to see him was when he was in traction, I looked and there was a man whom I thought was my father but couldnt really tell.His face looked different , swollen I guess, and he was spinning around aon that goddamn bed. Of course I didnt know why he was spinning at the time. I know he saw me, I just dont know If I was able to mutter a " Hi Daddy", or anything like that. Needless to say I got used to seeing that, It was never easy though. My father wound up in a wheelchair, and thats how I saw him the rest of my childhood. I do have flash memories though of seeing him in uniform. ( He was a NYC cop ).I'm glad I have those, just a little reminder of what he was like.  | ||||
| o&aswallow | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 9:30 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I was about 2 and I remember sneaking into my Dad's Playboy collection, grabbing a copy and going into the bathroom, climbing onto the pottychair and......... I think I was also in the 3ish range, and my family was on a trip to the Wisconsin Dells. We were visiting this attraction known as Fort Dells. We went on this stagecoach ride that takes you through some woods and you get attacked by Indians (remember this is before the suck ass days of political correctness, you know when you could still have fun). They shoot the stagecoach driver and this big ol Indian dude opens the stagecoach door makes you get out and then picks me up with this hatchet in his hand. I remember kicking and screaming. Then the cavalry rides up and shoots all the Indians. It was pretty cool!  o&aswallow Recognized His Destiny Early. Too Many Hotties, Not Enough Horny Goat Weed Now accepting foster children applications. Cash only, no checks. Email at [email protected] Pia has occupied one of the foster bedrooms as of 6/22/01. If she is naughty, I'll do the spanking. Steve Dahl may have been successful in getting a restraining order on her, I have not heard a peep out of her lately? jackal420 has entered foster care on 6/25/01. I've had to put ankle bracelets on this one, so give him time. It at first you don't succeed, keep on sucking till you do suck seed. - Curly Howard. Pennsylvania resident, but original NYC listener. This message was edited by o&aswallow on 7-1-01 @ 9:32 AM | ||||
| njstrawberry | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 9:33 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Feb. 01 | For me, it was running around the backyard during winter, one early morning, with my older brother Jon when I was around 3 years old. My mom had us so bundled up we couldn't move any of our joints and our heads would only go up and down. My brother and I had a blast pushing each other into huge piles of snow and then would laugh hysterically while trying to rock back and forth to get up. My brother and I don't talk these days, but it's memories I have of us from back then that gets me smiling when I think of him. I am glad he is part of the first memory I can re-call. :) This message was edited by njstrawberry on 7-1-01 @ 9:40 AM | ||||
| CriticsLoveSnatch i know better than to ask for a status from you mean ol' mods I shall call him mini-FTL | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 9:40 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | wonder why most of these memories have to do with snow? weird, but so does mine. On my third birthday (which is at the end of april, which kinda makes the snow thing a little more odd),my family was visiting my cousins in Montreal. i remember we woke up and were getting ready to get back in the car to drive back to new york, and there was snow up to the winshield. we got snowed in for another 2 days before we could get the car out and drive home.  Here's to the nights we felt alive Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry Here's to goodbye, tomorrow is gonna come too soon... Anyone wanting to be adopted IM me at Jemo123 | ||||
| Tweek | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 10:37 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00 | My first memory is probably from Febuary 1971, I was with my father in a DIY store, it was the first time I saw new money (The system of money in the UK changed from 12 old pence = 1 shilling, 20 shillings = 1 pound, into 100 new pennies = 1 pound) the main reason I remember it though is because the shop sold toilets, as a three year old I found it the height of hilarity that shops that sold toilets exist...now I visit this board. Tripod killed my pic, I can't be bothered to replace it. ARG I NEED COFFEE !! | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 11:21 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | I don't know exactly what my first childhood memory is, but one of the earliest ones I can remember is when I was about 4 years old, I rode my Big Wheel into the street wearing nothing but sneakers. Just a sign of things to come, I guess. | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 11:49 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | quote: It's all becoming clear :) quote: Ok, I will refrain from any attempts at a joke. I will save it for the Comedy Forum.  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Oh, I believe in yesterday's got nothing for me This message was edited by SLASH on 7-1-01 @ 12:06 PM | ||||
| GrkqtOandAfan Claim staked by FTL. | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 1:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Hmmm i have 2, Two memories that happened around the same time I was about 1 and a half or 2 and i was sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch with my grandparents and my uncle(my uncle was about 14 at the time)and my uncle decided to switch my glass of milk with my grandfather's glass of wine when i wasnt looking. Needless to say, I go to take a giant chug of milk, not knowing it is now the wine glass and as soon as i taste the wine in my mouth i start to gag and am ready to vomit. My grandmother reaches to the pot on the stove in back of her and puts it in front of me so i wouldnt vomit on the table. My uncle then got beaten with the wooden spoon from my grandmother. My other memory is when I was 2 and I would sleep over my grandparents house and my uncle would be sleeping in his room and i would be bored in the morning so i would go and wake him up. Waking him up would consist of me prying his eyes open with my little fingers and him swating me away. Finally he would grab me put me in bed with him, put the covers over me and FART the most disgusting smelliest fart ever and not let me out from under the covers till the smell was completely gone. My revenge would be me going into the kitchen asking my grandmother for some water, her giving me a sip and me keeping it in my mouth while i go to my uncles room. I would then spit the lukewarm spit ridden water into his face and run away laughing my ass off. Ahh it was great being a kid, i miss it  CIT (Cuties in Training): none, have room for 2 email me if you want to be a Cutie Yahman - Certified Cutie as of 6/19/01 | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 2:32 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Well, my earliest memories are being in the hospital. I had a lot of surgery on my eye when I was a baby. Seems all I can remember is just always going to the doctors and getting needles Feel like I’m living at the bottom of a grave. I wish you’d hurry up and execute me So I can be on my miserable way I don’t live today. | ||||
| The Painter 1/2 a bottle of Jack Daniels... it's a cure-all | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 2:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | quote:Ah, nothing like the ol' Dutch Oven. I'd say I was about 2 or 3 years old. Walking on wood planks laid out over mud at a construction site, (my parents future house). Maybe that's why I went into construction for a living.  | ||||
| Doc Smith I Love Anthony Zinni | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 2:56 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | My dad was varnishing some piece of wood in the basement, so when he stopped for lunch, I took the can (one of those tiny varnish cans, that's about the size of your fist) and walked upstairs with it. I laid down on the floor and stated throwing it up into the air and catching it. No I don't know why I was doing it, just a kid thing Well, I did it a few times, and then I missed it. It hit the gorund and spilled the varnish all over the rug. There has been a hard spot in the carpet there ever since.  From cowardice that dares not know the truth, From laziness that is content with half-truth, From arrogance that thinks it knows the whole truth, Deliver me | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 4:08 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | the earliest memmory i can think of was back when i was 2 or 3, and my brother was in kindergarten.i remember almost every day playing with three other kids with sibblings his age.one of them i haven't seen in years, another i'm still kinda in touch with, and the third is still a really good freind of mine thanks to fez for the pic | ||||
| ass-fucker | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 5:20 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | my earliest memory is when i was 2 (or 3), i was trying to grab a cup of hot tea on the edge of the table, when i pulled it towards me it fell on my head and i had some nasty burns. my parents told i had a big gray spot on my chest for a long time afterwards | ||||
| jumper | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 6:31 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Apr. 01 | my very first childhood memory... even thou its in bits & pieces... is when i was on my very first horse & a my second childhood memory was when i was in camp & we were to sit inside a helicopter. i remember me not wanting to sit in it b/c i thought it wld take me way so, i held on to my counselors hand.... here u have it one good & one bad.. | ||||
| TheGooch
Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh? | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 6:59 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Funny, i was actually thinking about this the other day. I must have been about 2 or so, possibly earlier... I remember sitting in my crib or bed, thinking to myself, "I'm not supposed to be here". I kept on having this strange sense that I should be somewhere else...and that I was only dreaming. This other place, I was older, in a hospital bed or regular bed...and there were people around me. I actually would shut my eyes, thinking that I could somehoe get back to that other place...the place I was "supposed" to be. Makes ya think, don't it? Makes me think everytime I do remember it.  | ||||
| Whackbag | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 7:37 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | They took me home from Cybertronics, gave me this talking bear, and read this sequence of seven random words to me. | ||||
| IslesBaby00 I'm so blonde, I think Taco Bell is the Mexican phone company | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 9:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 01 | My first childhood memory was of my mom smacking me in the head for writing on the wall with crayons | ||||
| SeeYouNextTuesday G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Elite Ninja Gaiden Infiltration Unit | posted on 07-01-2001 @ 9:57 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Wow, I must say this is adding quite a bit of humanity to all these faceless names on the message board. My first memory, I must have been three years old or so,... and my family was on vacation in Monticello in the summer, and my mother's best friend and her family were there. They have a daughter who is 7 or 8 years older than me or so. I see a low-angle shot of the end of a billiard table on a gazebo, and she is changing my undershirt. I remember I had been a little playfully resistant to my parents changing it and they asked me who I wanted to put it on me. Thinking back, I must have loved her like a sister(I havent any siblings of my own),... haven't seen her in years or talked to her much... c'est la vi. (however you spell that) "BEST THREAD EVER!"
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| skitchr4u G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Xtreme Skiing Assualt Force | posted on 07-02-2001 @ 2:33 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | you know, i sit here and read all these, and can't believe oas can remember being a child!! lmao! mine was being about 3 or so, and getting on my tricycle with my friend and the two of us riding down the road (very busy road at that) on it til we got to the candy store at the bottom of the hill (at least a mile!) we got there and my moms friend was working, and ended up having to take us home so we could get beat for that!! AIM: SkiT4you First Member of the JWO | ||||
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