Childhood memories

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Teddy dijo:
Around 2007-2009, we (only my school I hope) were pretty much "indoctrinated" into liking Obama and thinking he was the "Great hope". The day after the man was elected, I remember everyone being happy and saying stuff like "Obama's cool!" The only kids who weren't happy were these Asian twins. I asked them why they weren't happy and they said that Obama will "ruined schools ." I looked at them weirdly and just walked away.
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I remember some kid at my school saying "I can't wait for a bomb to be dropped on us in 5 months" after Obama was elected.
 
Ancani dijo:
I also once punched my first-grade teacher, but she was a hideously abusive sadist (like, genuinely abusive--I'm amazed she never got fired, especially since many, many parents complained about her actions and behavior), so I don't actually regret that one.
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You gotta wonder how people like this remain in employment.

While I don't remember doing it, I apparently hit a teacher - or possibly a classroom assistant - in around 1st or 2nd grade. An incident that might had faded into obscurity had it not been for my asshole stepfather bringing it up EVERY TIME I got into trouble at school for the next decade. I was a meek child and remain so well into my 20s. Yet the way the slimy git harps on you'd think I was borderline psychopathic. Hugely hypocritical considering he spent the best part of twenty years smacking my mother from room to room every time the curtains were left open after six, or she made lingering eye-contact with another man. Even as he approaches the ripe old age of 53, he still throws tantrums, or as I like to call them "Mantrums", every time he can't have his way. While I strongly suspect he has a mental illness of some kind, the point is moot since he dosn't believe in mental health. He more or less told me to my face that PND is bullshit...

So yeah, a pretty fucked up childhood. And young adulthood for that matter. Tomorrow I take the first steps towards treatment for my own metal health issues, which I suspect my stepfather may be at least partly to blame for.
 
I've had an anxiety disorder my whole life, so naturally I was scared of everything as a kid...

...That being said, I have no idea how I was perfectly okay with watching Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory (the 70's version with Gene Wilder), but not The Little Mermaid. >_>
 
I remember that when i was a kid, shortly after my grandparents died, i went by airplane several times and i constantly looked out the window and asked my mother "Where are grandma and grandpa?" I believed that when people die they basically live as angels over the clouds. My mother always told me, that they're probably having dinner right now, so that was why i wasnt able to see them.

Some time afterwards i basically stopped believing, given that i also was raised atheistic afterwards, which nearly caused me to get kicked from my catholic elementary school back then, simply for saying that creationism is bullshit.
 
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I remember how when i was a kid, shortly after my grandparents died, went by airplane several times and i constantly looked out the window and asked my mother "Where are grandma and grandpa?" I believed that when people die they basically live as angels over the clouds. My mother always told me, that they're probably having dinner right now, so that was why i wasnt able to see them.

Some time afterwards i basically stopped believing, given that i also was raised atheistic afterwards, which nearly caused me to get kicked from my catholic elementary school back then, simply for saying that creationism is bullshit.
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I was told that when people died they went to heaven and took it at face value with the conclusion being that people were just whiny crybabies at funerals because nothing bad or significant actually happened. After pointing this out at my grandfathers funeral my parents promptly told me that some people didn't believe in that stuff and I was atheist ever since (although it took me a little later to realize that organized religions don't like atheists and won't let them participate in mass and stuff)
 
For whatever reason, much of the childhood memories I want to remember were all focused around the entertainment I watched. I can recall Rocko's Modern Life being shown on Nickelodeon; I can remember the VHS and Windows 95... Well, admittedly, all fairly late in the game.

Aside from that, however, some of the few childhood memories I want to remember were:

The day that I suddenly realized how to draw when I was ten years old. Before that day I was only capable of stick figures and thought I couldn't draw at all; but that day, somehow, I managed to draw a shape of some sort and was blindsided that I could do it. And I kept on drawing up to now. I still suck, but not as much.

Aside from that, there used to be a mini golf course a couple miles from my home that I used to love going to. About 2004, though, they closed it down and put a Stop 'N' Shop there.
 
My very first memory had to have taken place when I was around 2-3. My mom had set up this inflatable pool on our deck and I was just chilling in the water when I noticed the valve on the side of the pool. My little toddler brain must have decided that it was of the utmost importance that I deciphered what the valve is for and so I started fiddling with it for a little bit before it finally came undone. Of course, the pool quickly deflated and all the water came rushing out, at which point my mom came back to find me crying in the middle of a sheet of plastic with water everywhere.

There's a big gap between that memory and my later ones, though. I have no idea why it stuck when a lot of my other memories from that time period didn't.
 
The earliest memory I can put a date on was when I was 5 and Desert Storm ended.

I met an astronaut who was my teacher's brother-in-law when I was in 2nd grade (I was 8).

Here he is - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_E._Walz

I could have heard a lecture about Native American culture when I was in first grade but I was too scared to meet them because I thought they were going to yell and shoot at us like they do in the Westerns. I was excused and went to the library instead. I'm embarrassed about this :oops:

I went to the Coca Cola HQ in Atlanta when I was 10 or 11 and my older cousin was called up for one of the demonstrations - the guy was a soda jerk and said he was looking for a jerk, which was why he picked my cousin.
 
The earlier ones I can remember is going to Disney World in 1998. Inside the tree in Animal Kingdom, I hated the theatre thing where they set the illusion that the bugs are biting you around. I also remember being in the monorail in the Disney's Contemporary Resort.

Other memories are a mix of stuff from gaming with my brother and dad, watching Dragon Ball on Toonami, and playing on the school playground. There's one where I remember being with my dad driving past the Lego Company. Being huge into Legos back then, I got excited and he took me to some Lego place near by.
 
First memory I can think of is waking up in a top bunk bed in what is now my brother's room.

I also vaguely remember walking in a snowy forest with my family. I remember wanting to go one way, and the rest of the family was going another way. I decided to argue, pout, and stand still hoping to get my way, but I eventually gave in and just ran to catch up with them.
 
I buried my huge as fuck (over 50 dollars worth) allowance into a hole along with my wallet in it because I dressed it up like a treasure box back when I was a boy in grade school. I just got it back today since we found it among my granddad's things: it turned out he found it years ago when I couldn't remember where I buried it, and kept it because he didn't trust me to not do that again (I don't blame him). It had quite a few Susan B. Antony dollars and Half-dollars as well in it, which pleases me since I liked using those two back when they were still regularly produced.
 
A seagull stole my food once when I left to go to the bathroom. It's probably dead by now.

Really though, I think it's funny looking back on it. I hope the little guy lived a long full life (well, for a seagull anyway).
 
One of my first memories is the last visit to my grandfather in southern Utah before Alzheimer's truly started to set in in a dramatic way. I was five.

I remember that he would call me "son" rather than by my name. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but I realized later that he either thought I was my father or he didn't want to admit he couldn't remember my name.

He had an evening routine during which he would set up a few lawn chairs for himself and my parents and play his harmonica while watching the sun set over the red rocks. He gave me a harmonica of my own at the end of that visit.
 
When I was about 9 my grandpa had an abandoned trailer on his property which used to belong to my aunt (he had three homes on his property and she left hers for another one). Anyway, me and my cousin had snuck into it and started playing in all his mom's unwanted stuff (something we obviously weren't supposed to be doing). We were pretending we were in a movie my cousin turned to me and said, "Lets make this an action movie!" Before I could stop him he smashed out the living room window and jumped out while screaming "I'M JAMES BOND." His step sister caught us and told our grandparents. My grandpa was so furious he screamed at us for an hour about how "god damned stupid" we are and how "no one's gonna buy that god damned trailer now."
 
I've got a couple memories.

  • Playing the original Xbox.
  • Watching Boomerang.
  • Being scared of a cardboard cutout of Jar-Jar Binks in my room.
  • Shouting "DADDDYYYYY" whenever my Dad came home from work or grocery shopping.
  • Accidentally watching Robot Chicken and crying because it was an episode where Spider-Man died (I was pretty young back then)
 
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