Childhood memories

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I was eating cereal today and remembered when I was three I got my dick caught in a life jacket zipper.
 
Neverending summers with a really old friend who I don't see anymore are what I think of when I think back to my childhood. We'd spend all day swimming in my pool, eat barbecue for dinner, stay up until 2 AM playing video games and drinking soda, and then we'd wake up the next day just to repeat it all.

I really do miss him sometimes.
 
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The earliest thing I can remember, I was 3. My family is down the shore and one evening I'm walking along the surf with my Dad. A small, dead sand shark washes up and I poke it with a piece of driftwood.
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That reminds me of all the times I used to throw kelp at my sister. :lol:
 
I remember when I was 4, I got taken to a foster home with my sister. I remember I was in my parent's bedroom in their apartment watching a Thomas the Tank Engine VHS when the police or something came and took me and my sister to the foster home. I don't even remember why we were taken to one, my parents weren't abusing us or anything. But anyways, they did and I was at the foster home for like a month or two (felt more like forever because I was 4) and then I ended up in the custody of my grandparents to this day. (Although I think that since I'm now legally an adult, my grandparents no longer have custody of me or something)
 
One of my first memories involves the birth of my brother in 1985 when I was two. I remember going to the hospital watching the nurse take my mother away to the maternity ward and I remember being very upset by the whole ordeal. I also remember when my parents adopted my beloved Siamese Cat in 1987 when I was four, and that cat was my baby until he passed away in 2000.
 
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I remember when I was 4, I got taken to a foster home with my sister. I remember I was in my parent's bedroom in their apartment watching a Thomas the Tank Engine VHS when the police or something came and took me and my sister to the foster home. I don't even remember why we were taken to one, my parents weren't abusing us or anything. But anyways, they did and I was at the foster home for like a month or two (felt more like forever because I was 4) and then I ended up in the custody of my grandparents to this day. (Although I think that since I'm now legally an adult, my grandparents no longer have custody of me or something)
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Funny, same thing happened to me when I was like four months old. But I do know the reason, as my mother told me, was because she started drinking due to her rocky marriage. Long story short, she stopped drinking and I've never seen my birth father ever again. So it ended on a happy note, that much I can say.

But I do remember one moment that I have to look back on and laugh in hindsight. See, while I was living with my stepfather, I had this toy box that doubled as a bench near a window (my room was pretty big then). And one day when I was eight or nine, I sat on it, whilst completely unaware that I was also sitting on my fingers.:oops: When I finally saw the damage done to my finger, I don't think the bruise left for a few months afterwards. Painful, but otherwise pretty funny once I managed to I look back on it.
 
As you probably can imagine, I can come up with tons.

But for now, I'll tell about the time I was four and forced to eat a goat pepper as punishment for constantly plucking them off the tree, wasting them. I was so naive...
 
I remember calling the police once in my sisters room using a phone but never answered. Some time later, my dad came in, angry as ever and slapped me on the wrist. I cried and the police officer admonished me for what I did. I did it because I wanted to call my mother who was at work which I later managed do through my sister. Going further back in childhood memories, I can vaguely remember my sister or my brother beating the Power Rangers for SNES. I think it took one of them multiple attempts to beat the final boss who wasn't that hard.
 
I remember being baffled as to why everyone else could move their eyeballs, but I couldn't.
 
I think I was on fourth grade when I had my first realization that I (and well, everyone) was going to die one day. We had some guest speaker talk to us about space and how one day the sun is going to burn out and everything will cease to be. I mean, he followed this up with "but that won't happen for a long long time!" but I remember feeling a slight panic over this. What an assholean thing to say to a bunch of 8 year old kids.
I don't know if this is related to that event, but every time my mother would take me grocery shopping I would dread the check out line because it had all those fake news papers (you know, like Weekly World News?) and they all had things like, "Massive comet to collide with Earth!" on the cover. My mother would never explain to me that this was highly unlikely, but I don't think she realized just how upset it made me.
 
I remember when I was about 7 or so, my parents took me to a wedding. All I remember is the reception, where I went outside and starting roasting June bugs on the mini-spotlights they had rented.
 
I remember being 5 years old, walking on the battlefield after a recent rainstorm, jumped in the mud puddle and started playing and rolling around in it. That day, I was washed many times.
 
When I was a child I was super sexy and looked like a Beatle. That's my childhood memory.

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During '96, my parents took me to some auction sale or something. I can't remember what it was exactly, but there was food stands and they bought me a hot dog. There was ketchup and mustard on it. I go to take a bite and my mouth bursts into pain. Turns out there was a wasp in my hotdog and I put it in my mouth. You guys can do the math over what happened, as I was 7 at the time.

Mom and Pop took me to McDonalds, where they bought me a hat celebrating the Atlanta Olympics. I didn't have mustard again for years afterwards.
 
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