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Speaking of, I remember that being the first film I knew I outright hated. I was developing a consciousness about what sucked and what didn't pretty early.
When I was about 6, a family friend, who I'd been really close to, died. At around this time, my dad and my mom had divorced because my dad was... Well, less said about him, the better. Long and short though, Dad inexplicably just stopped seeing me weekly for his visitations (mostly because his current Wife is a family woman, and by "Family" I mean the kind likely to wind up holed up against the cops in a canyon someplace), so dad, in his infinite wisdom, decided: "Hey! I don't need to pay child support anymore, and I don't need to how up anymore! I'll just ignore all my responsibilities entirely!"
His parents, however, saw differently and threatened to disown him, if he didn't live up to his responsibilities, because Grandma and Grandpa would brook no offense towards their favorite grandchild. So, using that as leverage, they forced Dad to stop being a dick and actually visit.
I thought he was dead for the six or seven months he stopped showing up. My mom remembers that well.
The earliest thing I think I remember was when I was around 3-4 my mom took me to look at wallpaper for my room, I remember walking through the main aisle with her and she asked if I wanted unicorn or carousel themed wallpaper, my mind must not have been working that day because I didn't know/remember what either of those things were, I thought the unicorn was a corn-dog with a horn or something, ended up going with the carousel theme because I didn't want horny corn-dogs.
I distinctly remember thinking that it'd be really funny to tell my mom I was a reincarnation of a man named Dr. Kinder (it was a name from Baby Genius's, the character's the bad guy or whatever and it was my favorite movie back then), I told her I had five kids, one was a girl named Kiki (I can remember that one, and I distinctly remember telling her about this child, I named her after a restaurant I really liked, after all). I told her then that I everything was alright and that I was where I needed to be at the moment (with her), that I wanted to be here with her. Thing is though, apparently she knew a Dr. Kinder and apparently he had passed away sometime before I decided to spin this tale. I talked to her about this tale my senior year of high school when I took psychology and I told her that I had watched Baby Genius's and made it all up, she said that was impossible because Baby Genius's hadn't even been out at the time... No idea where I got the idea to do it then.
When I was 3 or so, I was playing on a playground and fell off. I have no idea if this was an actual memory or an old dream. A lot of my earliest memories are clouded like that.
Also, when I was 4, I remember going to the children's museum and being fascinated by the 20 foot tesla coil arcing electricity over my head to other coils. I distinctly remember the way it sounded and even the smell of plasma from the arcs.
When I was young, I happened upon the X-Files episode "The Host" and subsequently was afraid to use the bathroom. It lasted for a few days until finally I took a shit in the shower and was grounded. I retained my fear of worms and leaches though.
From nursery to year 6 - kindergarten through elementary to you Yanks - I spent most of my time hanging out with a kid who was basicly Chris-chan minus the autism - possibly, he was a tad strange - and replacing Sonic and Pokemon with Power Rangers and singing. He was also a huge crybaby. I remember one time in particular a bunch of kids ran past him and broke the string on the crappy paper mask he'd dragged to school for reasons no-one bothered to ask, and he started bawling like a two y/o. We were around 8 or 9 at the time and my girlfriend - my other childhood friend who we both hung out with - and I were getting real tired of his shit. By year six we were basicly just tolerating him because we both knew he was a manipulative little shit who'd turn on us in a heartbeat if we called him out on his bullshit.
I know it sounds crazy that I put up with him for over a decade, but his decent from weird-but-harmless kid to total nutjob was very subtle. Plus I was a very altruistic kid. A tad naive too if I'm honest.
Edit: I just remembered he had an annoying habit of using Americanisms. "C'mon guys!" was a favorite of his.
The oldest memories I have date to about 1983, when I was 5, I remember our family's old house in the city, I remember going to the hospital when my Mom gave birth to my younger brother, and I recall being stung by a bee that was hiding between the seats of the old family Civic (a silver hatchback late 70's model) and I casually stuck a finger between the cushions.... owiee.
When I was a little kid, the Movie E.T. was all the rage. (Yeah, that's how old I am) Man, I really hated E.T. because I thought he was so goddamn motherfucking ugly. So, one day, me and this girl I knew found a plushie of the disgusting bastard E.T. and we took turns throwing darts at it. I think it was at her house. Her brother had a room that was covered with model tanks, KISS and WASP posters. She was the best and funniest girl I knew at that time. She grew up to be over 6'2" tall and is married to a guy that looks like Dave Batista.
My earliest memory is waking up on the couch when I was (about) 2 years old and thinking I had just spontaneously come to life, then walking around and babbling in a high-pitched toddler voice before stopping because I thought I sounded too much like Minnie Mouse (which of course I would have had to have a previous memory of)
I just remembered a really old thought when I went to the Aquarium today alone (I won a free pass and I was already in the city, why not.)
I remember when I was a kid and I was walking through the long corridors of the firsts aquariums first tank, they had a petting tank which you could get up to and hold some of the friendly perch, stroke the starfish and get your hand cleaned by cleaner fish. I recall in this petting tank were also small stingrays which you could pet by putting your hand on the glass and wait for them to pass by which was SO COOL. I spent 20 minutes playing with a stingray who kept backflipping back to my hand for another round.
When I returned today, around ten years later and I learned that they got rid of the small stingrays from the petting pool (guess cause they were considered dangerous now thanks to Irwin's death), it was unfortunate for me because that was what I was hoping to pet them again, now they had sea cucumbers, star fish and empty shark eggs.
I just remembered a really old thought when I went to the Aquarium today alone (I won a free pass and I was already in the city, why not.)
I remember when I was a kid and I was walking through the long corridors of the firsts aquariums first tank, they had a petting tank which you could get up to and hold some of the friendly perch, stroke the starfish and get your hand cleaned by cleaner fish. I recall in this petting tank were also small stingrays which you could pet by putting your hand on the glass and wait for them to pass by which was SO COOL. I spent 20 minutes playing with a stingray who kept backflipping back to my hand for another round.
When I returned today, around ten years later and I learned that they got rid of the small stingrays from the petting pool (guess cause they were considered dangerous now thanks to Irwin's death), it was unfortunate for me because that was what I was hoping to pet them again, now they had sea cucumbers, star fish and empty shark eggs.
When I was in year 1, (so about 6-7) I bit a girl's arse. And when I say 'bit', I mean 'dug my teeth into with much fury'. I don't remember exactly why I did it, but I do know I had a crush on her. She bent over in front of me for some reason or another and I guess I just thought it would be funny. That was a strange discussion between the headmistress and my auntie and uncle.
Honestly, I can't really remember that much of my childhood, except for running around the farm and shooting rabbits. That one time I decided to go crawling around some artificial 'caves' at the groyne and almost literally getting pissed on. Being a nerd at school. I was never really that interesting. Although, now I can say that this comic will stay with me forever, despite only being 19 and not having a child. http://www.lunarbaboon.com/comics/blur.html
