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Miscellaneous => General Chat => Topic started by: NintendoExpert89 on February 13, 2006, 07:17:40 PM
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Think into your far past. What are the oldest memories you have of your life? I have two memories that I have that I consider to be my oldest:
I remember being in a daycare center as an infant and trying to open a plastic hourglass-like toy.
I remember living at my grandparents' house at the age of two and exploring the basement by myself and looking into the dark and seeing two glowing eyes staring at me. They were in fact, the eyes of their dog Growley I, who is long dead now.
What are the oldest memories that you can possibly recall?
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I remeber, when I was 4, blowing out my birthday candles. The crowd was screaming "Blow IT!", i was terrifeid of the fire. i screamed. i cried. i don't wanna blow out the fire, mommy!
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Interesting idea for a topic. One of my earliest memories is from kindergarten, at good ol' Columbia Valley Gardens. I remember writing upwards of 312 on a long, printing calculator spool. It would take some serious brainstorming for me to reach back and remember events before kindergarten (in which I was 5 years old).
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I remeber, when I was 4, blowing out my birthday candles. The crowd was screaming "Blow IT!", i was terrifeid of the fire. i screamed. i cried. i don't wanna blow out the fire, mommy!
Crowd?
Hm. I remember rocking my little brother in a little bouncy rocker thing... Does that count? I also remember many dreams, both scary and fun, that I had when I was little, sometimes over and over again. One such dream was where I was playing an arcade game, and a monster came out of the screen, grew to the size of Godzilla, and I ran from it until I woke up. Quite scary, for a boy of my age.
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The oldest memory that I can think of is this:
I was just a baby, and I had woken up hungry t night. My dad carried me down the stairs, with me slung over his back. We walked into the kitchen. He put me down in a high chair and turned on the light. It was a harsh fluorescent light. I watched as he took a bottle out of the refrigerator and warmed it up in a pot of water on the stove. He then fed me and took me back upstairs.
I think I was about 8 months old.
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You can actually remember that far back? Lucky!
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The first thing I am able to remember is at my grandparents house. They had orange carpeting. I remember it was the first steps I took and my family applauding. The rest is pretty much a blur, but I do recall walking for the first time.
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The oldest dream I can remember was what I think, is the most horrifing dream I ever had. It was when I lived in Oahu when I was three, and my brother and I had to share a bed. In my dream, I was just awake and staring into the quiet darkness. Then my brother turned his face towards me, screaming and cackling, and his eyes were glowing bright green.
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You can actually remember that far back? Lucky!
Yes I've always been told that I have a rather good memory.
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I was also told I have good memory. I can even remember when I learned to write the number eight. "Draw an S and close the gate... now you make number eight!"
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Heh, i was just looking through this pile of papers, and i saw this "drawing" I made when i was 10 months old. I just got a flashback.
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dude677 inspired me to rename the topic.
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I feel wanted!
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Let's see here...the oldest memory I can recall is back when I still lived in South Carolina, and I remember my brother going off to school, and I was left home with my father (it might have been my mother) to watch silly cartoons.
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Hm... well, there's two options. One memory was when I was two, and we got our first dog. That happened a month before I turned three. Another memory is of me in my old garage sucking on my toes, which tasted kinda like mild salt.
When we got our first dog, I remember the dogs would untie my shoes, and I was trying to tell the man that the dogs were untying my shoes, but I felt trapped with such a small vocabulary.
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Back when I was 2, I remember being in my backyard one Summer evening, and my relatives were there for a party (this could've been my brother's 6th birthday party, just later in the day when all his friends were gone, but I'm not sure). My uncle put me on his lap and took my Magna-doodle (it was this board, and you took this plastic stylus thingy with a magnet on the end, and drew on the board, and the stuff inside the board would be attracted to the magnet, making it look like a drawing, and it was erased by sliding this thing under the board across it).
He started writing random letters or numbers on the board, asking me "What letter is THIS, Michael?" or "What number is THIS, Michael?" in this weird voice he also used to do with this own kids (at the time, he didn't have any children, he's got 3 now).
I got pretty much every one correct, except for the letter E (I thought A and E were the same). Every time I got one right, he'd shout "Good!" and everyone would cheer and applaud. I laughed and clapped as well.
"And what letter is THIS?" (C.)
"C!"
"Good!"
*Everyone cheers and applauds and I laugh*
"And what number is THIS?" (8.)
"8!"
"Good!"
*Everyone cheers and applauds and I laugh*
"And what letter is THIS, Michael?" (E.)
"A! Hahahahaha!"
"No, no what letter is it?"
"A."
"No, no, look at it good."
"......"
*Aunt answers for me* "E."
"E!"
"Good!"
*Everyone cheers and applauds and I laugh*
"And what number is THIS?" (5.)
"5!"
"Good!"
*Everyone cheers and applauds and I laugh*
"And THIS?" (10.)
"10!"
"Good!"
*Everyone cheers and applauds and I laugh*
"And THIS?" (3,591.)
"......Cwalvin."
"GOOD!"
*shows the Magna-doodle to everyone, and they laugh even harder than normal*
...That was funny. I also remember stuff from my 3rd birthday, on.
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I remember when my sister *points to GiftedGirl* was trying to fly off the couch. Thankfully, it was years before we got the coffee table.
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I remember even when I was about six years old, I loved the computer, but not for the net, for the computer games.
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I remember when I was 4, it was full of events. I went to Philadephia and I went to disneyland. I loved my hair like Minney Mouse so my mom shaped it it two bun on each side of my head! Once, she a box of bandages and, unlucky for her, they were Minney mouse which I used, like 100 in one day! LOL!!! I was like "But Mommy! I wanted to be like Minney Mouse!" And since then we've bought plain bandages. XD
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I remember when my sister *points to GiftedGirl* was trying to fly off the couch. Thankfully, it was years before we got the coffee table.
Unfortunatly, she's correct.
I remember something that has nothing to do with flying. I used to eat peanut butter by the spoonful, and one day when Dad was asleep and I was eating PB, I got a spoonful and stuck it in his mouth. He woke up and was all like "AHHH!" and I was all like "Was it good?"
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If I remember correctly, he was more like "Pah! Puaa! Pah! Gaak!"
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I can remember having split pea soup for lunch. Today.
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I have so many memories from different times in my life, I don't know where to begin.. (cool topic idea, btw)..
I'll try to put them in what I think is chronological order..
My dad was eating ice cream one time, and he gave me spoonful. He was sitting on the couch, with his legs stretched out to the coffee table. I proceeded to sit on his stomach and put my head between his knees (why I did that, I have no idea).
There was another time (well, several times) when my parents were big into the original Neverwinter Nights. I had a character that they helped me create, and every morning, while I ate breakfast, I would sit there and eat and talk to people in the game, not really accompishing much of anything. Talking to people was fun!
There was another one where when we lived an arptment complex, and it was a very hot summer day. All the kids in the complex (me included) were playing a very large game of hide and seek. I hid in some bushes which were very close to where the one who was it was counting. I thought for sure she was going to come find me first, but it took her a good 15 minutes + to even find me (though she was looking for about 10-15 other kids, so..)
.. and just one more, because I like to share. :)
It was Valentine's Day last year, and I gave my girlfriend (the love of my life) a poem that I wrote myself that I wasn't sure whether she would like it or not. She finishes reading it and starts crying. My first thought was "oh no! She hated it!", but she reached over, gave me a big kiss, and said "I love it! I love you. Thank you."
Do I talk too much? :)
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It was Valentine's Day last year, and I gave my girlfriend (the love of my life) a poem that I wrote myself that I wasn't sure whether she would like it or not. She finishes reading it and starts crying. My first thought was "oh no! She hated it!", but she reached over, gave me a big kiss, and said "I love it! I love you. Thank you."
That's so sweet! And no, I don't think you talk to much :)!
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Here's something I did on Monday. I'm not big on peanut butter now, but I ate three of Dad's Reese cups. >_<
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Do I talk too much? :)
NO! Meaningful posts like that are what we need. Thank you!
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I'm not big on peanut butter now, but I ate three of Dad's Reese cups.
We're not peanut butter people.
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I remember back to when I about 2, maybe 3, not sure, and my living room had just been redone. We (my family, not so much me) had taken out a wall, put down wood flooring, and a drop down ceiling with acoustic tiles (I think that's the name-the kind with individual squares, all held by thin metal beams. I know, I'll put a picture...). My mother and sister (who is older, not that it matters to my story) had gone...somewhere.
My grandfather, father, and I were sitting in the fancy new living room, and I remember that I had some Neopolitan ice cream while I sat in the middle of the floor. Then, my grandfather says something about the ceiling, and taps on one of the squares, and the entire ceiling crashes down on top of me.
I remember how sad I was, but not cause I was hurt, but that my father said I couldn't finish my ice cream. It was such a waste of good ice cream!
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I remember how sad I was, but not cause I was hurt, but that my father said I couldn't finish my ice cream. It was such a waste of good ice cream!
Waaahhh... poor you... poor ice cream... :,(
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NO! Meaningful posts like that are what we need. Thank you!
*sniff* You like me! You really like me.
Anyway, I have another memory to share.. The night I asked the love of my life out. (there's going to be lots of details in this one, so just bear with me..)
She and I have known eachother since jr high, but it wasn't until after I graduated that we really started getting to know eachother. I tried to date just one other girl before her, but my heart wasn't into it, and the other girl and I mutually broke up. It was then that I started noticing how beatiful Nicky is. I'd always thought she was cute, but the thought to date her never crossed my mind, even though we'd always been friends (and became better friends after I graduated high school).
So, it was rainy night in October of 2003. We had to depend on these now former friends of ours to get around. She was waiting out by our friends car. She told us earlier that night that she was breaking up with her boyfriend of 7? (not sure) months, and I rushed out the door, way ahead of our friends, a half formulated plan in my head of how I could ask her out tonight, and make her mine over time. Thing was, though, she hadn't broken up with the other guy yet, but she very politley told me that she would think about it..
Several days later, she said yes, and then several more days later, we broke up (but still remained friends). Her heart wasn't into it, she assured me, but we could maybe go out again. I stood by and waited several weeks, until the night she moved into an apartment with our now former friends. The night they moved in, the four of us (a guy friend, his now wife, her, and me) laid in sleeping bags in what became their living room. The other two went to sleep fairly quickly, so she and I moved our bags over by the window, and laid there and talked about everything and nothing (if that's possible:p ) I told her that I still liked to go out with her, and she said again that she liked me too, but would have to think about it. Then, one night when she and I went to the apts. swimming pool, she said she'd go out with me, and we went to a nearby restaurnt to celebrate. This time it lasted until the day before Valentine's Day of 2004 (3 months, I think..) She called me the day before V-Day, and we had a nice long talk about friendship. I wasn't heartbroken, but it still kind of hurt that we broke up.
I stood by again and waited, while she pursued another guy. She would try to catch him alone, and tell him that she really liked him, but he came to me and told me that she had bad timing, that he was leaving the country in just one month, and that he didn't know how to tell her that without being a jerk.. so I told her. I remember when I told her, she ran crying out of our former friends' apartment (different from the other one) and into the dark summer night. I got up quickly to follow her, telling our friends that I would be back (they didn't seem to care much), and out into the night I went. I walked up and down their street, calling her name, but there was no answer. Where had she gone so fast? I turned and started back towards the apt when she came out from behind a tree. "You went looking for me?" "Yes. Yes I did. *pause* I was worried." "*sniffle* Well, I'm ok." We went back to the apt and didn't say much else to eachother for the rest of the night..
Then, on a Friday night in August, I called her after she got off of work and asked her if she wanted to come over for pizza. I didn't tell her on the phone, but I was ready to tell her that the guy friend she was pursuing had won, and I would back off and look for love elsewhere. She came over, we had pizza, and we sat there and talked for a very long time. Just as I was about to tell her that the other guy had won, she started talking about how comfortable she had been with me when we dated the last couple of times, how she felt she could tell me anything, how.. well, you get the idea. I told her that I thought I was falling in love with her, and half expected her to just laugh at me, but she didn't. Instead, she told me that she would really like to date me again.. and then we sat up the rest of the night, again talking about everything and nothing.
.. and I just realised that four days from now (on the 20th) is our 1 year and 6 month anniversary of starting to go out that Friday night.
Sorry if that was too much info, but I felt it had to be shared. Those are some of my favorite memories. :D
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I remember something stupid when Dad did his Strong Bad impression. I said it sounded more like Yoda then Strong Bad and you wanna know what he said?
"*sounds like Yoda* Checking the email, I am."
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I remember WAYYYYY back when Ultima Shadow, Hyrulian, Syrhini, and Rager53 were Luigi Simpson, Ledzepplinrocks, Khold, and Lizard Dude. Those were good times.... ;)
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I remember when I was 3 and I was at a party and there was kool-aid. The kool-aid had no sugar so my brother (who was 4 at the time) filled up the kool-aid with a large bag of sugar and I drank it along with 5 other kids and we where really hyper.
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I remember WAYYYYY back when Ultima Shadow, Hyrulian, Syrhini, and Rager53 were Luigi Simpson, Ledzepplinrocks, Khold, and Lizard Dude. Those were good times.... ;)
Yep, I remember those days, MaxVance. Those were good days... good days. *computer explodes*
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It is crazy how often zeppelin is spelled wrong!
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It is crazy how often zeppelin is spelled wrong!
Isn't that funny. Since it is, after all, Zeppelin.
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GiftedGirl, please no Homestar Runner references here. I am sorry, but this is getting incredibly annoying.
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Good jorb. Now you've gone and made nintendoexpert89 mad.
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Priceless.
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Isn't that funny. Since it is, after all, Zeppelin.
I meant the word itself, not the word when it's used in Led Zeppelin.
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GiftedGirl, please no Homestar Runner references here. I am sorry, but this is getting incredibly annoying.
Okay... *goes to sit in corner and mope*
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Back to topic..
There was this one time when I was in the sixth grade, my teacher was talking and she's one of those teachers that walked in small circles when she talks. There was this bug crawling on the floor (roly-poly, I think).. Anyway, she got to moving in her small circle and the bug was crawling towards her (and most of the class had noticed it too). She took one swipe with her foot forward, almost stepping on the bug (she knocked it on its back) and then took another swipe forward with her other foot, squishing the bug. It made a small crunch sound and the class started laughing.
She stopped and asked What's so funny? She hadn't seen the bug, and we told her about it.
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Back to topic..
There was this one time when I was in the sixth grade, my teacher was talking and she's one of those teachers that walked in small circles when she talks. There was this bug crawling on the floor (roly-poly, I think).. Anyway, she got to moving in her small circle and the bug was crawling towards her (and most of the class had noticed it too). She took one swipe with her foot forward, almost stepping on the bug (she knocked it on its back) and then took another swipe forward with her other foot, squishing the bug. It made a small crunch sound and the class started laughing.
She stopped and asked What's so funny? She hadn't seen the bug, and we told her about it.
Oh, I used to play with those kind of bugs. ^_^ I remember when I picked up two of them and said I was gonna keep them and named them Tuck and Roll. They didn't last 30 seconds. :(
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RIP
Tuck and Roll
September 4 1996-September 4 1999
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*plays Taps*