What is your earliest memory
I remember when I was @ two and I ran into my uncle's arm. He had a red shirt on with a box of cigarettes in his front pocket. Maybe it was a dream I don't remember.
I swear we just had this thread. I honest to God can remember around 11 months. I can still see this garbage truck outside of the place we lived and it dropped the heavy container and scared the shit out of me. I remember my mom taking me in the stroller over to it when it was put back and showed me it was ok (becuase it made the loudest noise ever). On the same note, around the same time, I can still remember the sidewalk path around the pool she would stroller me around...like it was yesterday. And no, I havent been back since that time so its not a promoted thought.
i was 4 or 5yrs old (whatever age it is 1yr before kindergarten) and my mom had a blue corolla. it was parked and i put the car in reverse to pretend i was driving...well apparently cars back then didnt have shift-lock and the car started rolling backwards since it was on an incline. i got scared and jumped out of the car and watched the car roll straight into the gate
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In Loving Memory
R.I.P. Huan Vo aka woong
01.14.1979 - 11.19.2008
In Loving Memory
R.I.P. Huan Vo aka woong
01.14.1979 - 11.19.2008
I remember being told at a day care in France not to eat things off of the floor. I lived in France from 3mo - 3yo so it was some time in that range. For some reason the memory has translated into English.
Me and my sister were jumping on the bed.
My sister took something from me,toy or something,so i hit her in the face with a plastic hammer.
She went into shock and couldn't cry so i remember my mom slapping her to get her to cry
I had to have been 3 or 4
True Shit!
My sister took something from me,toy or something,so i hit her in the face with a plastic hammer.
She went into shock and couldn't cry so i remember my mom slapping her to get her to cry
I had to have been 3 or 4
True Shit!
What time is it?
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