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Mine is stepping on a piece of glass and my mom soaking my foot in a plastic container of warm water. I was probably no more than 2 years old... Funny how memories that old of me take place in the third person... like, there's little fuckwagon, momma fuckwagon, and a third entity (me-now) from which i see everything happening. |
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hmm, my memory is pretty lousy, i can barely remember anything my first memory would probably be when i was learning to drive a bike without side-wheels and i went right into nettle...i was pretty fucked then and couldnt drive a bike for a long time after that |
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well, technically.. in 7 years every cell in your body has been replaced with a nice new cell.. so really you aren't the same little fuckwagon that got glass in his foot. neither is your mum for that matter.. i can remember being fed in a high chair, but thats just an image... my first real memory.. i can remember meaybe being 3 or so... maybe 4. and looking out the window and realizing god didnt exist. |
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playing at the park down the street from my house when i was 3 or 4, throwing sand, digging, playing on the slide and shite like that. |
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pressin 'reply' to this thread |
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I don't know. My memory from under age 7 is very abstract. I remember very little... But some things I do remember, but I have no idea which one is the first. |
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at around age 3 i was trying to convince my mom that i was george washington. |
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when santa claus visited me in the hospital when I was like 2. He gave me a gift, and the local newspaper was there and snapped a pic of me while I was taking a dump, making that stupid taking-a-dump-face that babies get when they take a dump. |
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http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/images/p-jokes/fake/baby-poo.jpg |
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not quite like that, no.. almost, but not quite |
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the children are our future |
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hey recycle do you wash your fuckwagon's canvas on a regular basis? i recommend once every two months, just hose it down and let it air dry. |
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ok thanks fuckwagon, i will do as you say ! |
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hmmm....playing with a litle orange formula 1 car. |
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Being in the hospital for asthma |
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walking into the hospital with flowerrs forr my mam the day afterr she had given birrth to my little brrotherr. |
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what a nice little boy you used to be anus :0) |
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falling on my arse in my granparents home. and my grandad laughing at me and asking me if i had broke my "bumbone". |
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you said it :) |
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going to my uncles wedding and being carried from person to person (my uncle has been divorsed since then twice) |
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no actually thats not my first...i remember starting to fake cry in my crib so that my mom would come. |
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not sure... i've got some memories of when i was young but i couldn't classify them chronologically at all °_° i remember once my mother left me alone on a park, and there was a god and i was very afraid... but i'm not sure it was like that, i'm not even sure it happened it could have been a dream or something. i remember drawing letters and numbers all the time (instead of stick-figures etc.), also playing with magnetic letters and numbers (my favourite was the blue 4)... i remember also at the nursery, there were lots of fights between the children (well... the babies at this stage i guess!), one was called Charles and he was the worst... i remember crying a lot there, even if i wasn't involved in the fights (and knowing myself, i would never be in one unless one would start it with me for some reason...) - there was also a little red car for babies, i don't remember if there was the number 6 or 5 on it or not. i also had a pedal car, a white one, and i became sad when i couldn't get into it anymore because i had grewn up. |
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oops. i meant a dog, not a god. |
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i have cynophobia (phobia of dogs)..... even now i cannot control myself all the time, i can restrain my fear enough when they don't go too fast (or don't walk at all), but if one runs over my way, i scream and run away, i can't help it... and those beasts run fast, i don't remember being caught by them once, it always ends up another way, but... |
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....the nurse pulling me out of my mom's c-sectioned belly. |
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ah, sweet memories of memories of memories... |
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Going through my mom's old records and looking at all the artwork. Queen's ''A Night at the Opera'', some Cars albums, Thriller, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (that one disappeared though), The Wall, some Doors... good times, good times. And like Uzim, I've got some bad memories of being attacked/scared by dogs. I remember a really fuzzy huskie-looking bitch running towards me, and I screamed ''STOP!!!!'' and it stopped. Hehe... I hate dogs. CATS 4 EVER. |
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I remember being in a crib and standing up and proudly offering a lump of shit to someone. plus ca change plus c'est la meme chose |
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hmmm. i have a vague recollection of going to the circus with my mom and her friend and sitting way in the back and for some reason i associate that memory with the smell of hazelnuts. wait, i also have a memory of playing with my first dog named "hash" laying on my back and doing a bicycle kick and the dog laying next to me doing the same thing. i also remember taking that dog to the vet to be put to sleep and i remember her sitting on the floor in the passenger seat looking sad. that was at least 23 years ago. |
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