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Discussion in 'Hard Gay Shitpost Metropolis' started by Dr. Rice, Apr 17, 2012.
I remember being bullied in day care over a game of ball.
What is your first memory?
My grandfather refused to give me another pickle at the counter, so I got pissed off and knocked the jar off the counter(I threw a tantrum I suppose), leaving a grumbling grandfather to clean up the shards. Thinking on that little memory now, I feel guilty about how I behaved, but back then I felt completely justified. I had to have been around three.
The thing is, he remembers it too in just about those very details.
I remember pulling the pans out of a cupboard in the kitchen and hiding it in. Pre kinder, so I guess around 3 or so.
You made this thread to piss me off.
I remember when the gypsies traded me for a couple of weed's seeds to my current family, I sported a killer a afro then. Good times.
@oddguy Please, don't be a child, share your jew memories with us.
Mostly I just remember being a creepy ginger. When I was about 4 or 5, I have a vague memory of walking out to our mailbox to get the mail, and trying to pronounce my last name. Problem was, I was missing my front teeth, so I had a lisp.
You're lucky they didn't leave you wherever this photo was taken, tie a steak around your neck, and hope a pack of wild dogs ate you.
You must be pretty happy with how you turned out.
I remember standing at the top of the stairs teddy in hand looking down and thinking 'Fuck'or some toddler equivelant, as i tumbled down them.
Guess stair gaurds were no so popular in my house
My earliest memory involves my older brother playing with these toys
I was 2 or 3.
Getting babysat by a hippie in her late 20s or thereabouts starting when I was about 5. I learned to like the Grateful Dead, tribal music and clove cigs through her, and she was cute for an unbathed hippie as I recall.
Kinda venturing off-topic here, but if a woman is going to have dreadlocks and wear heavy jewelry, she'd better be at least part black or be a Latina. Otherwise you'll look bad. This hippie was half black as I recall.
I fucking <3 gummi bears!
edit,- wait is it gummi bears?
If you mean these
They're from an old show called Tailspin.
Playing with wooden blocks and chucking them to the wall afterwards.
Believe it or not ...a Pet's funeral,a little monkey ,in the kinder garden I was going , lol good way to teach you we will die some day lol
I love Tailspin!
HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP TAILSPIN
I'm guessing that happened to you a lot.
You damn furries and your wishful thinking; it's spelledTalespin.
What a good thread! It brings back fond memories of my mother, humming me to sleep. I wish I could have known her longer.
OH GOD MY RETINAS.
These were the Gummi Bears
did love those bouncy fucks
Mine is from when I had around two years old, a kinda blurry image of some big, nasty bug, through some bars...which I infer they were the ones of my crib
Since then, I hate flying/leaping insects, like grasshoppers and moths etc
My dad yelling at me because I couldn't checkmate him using two bishops.
Earliest memory is me in my crib and my dad (not known as dad then ) looking down on me with a creepy ass smile , must've been about 2.5
after that it has to be getting a sand pit mould of a teddy bear and shitting in it when my parents were looking , then cooking them in the play oven
Gay even at 2.5
i have a twin sister :l and i didn't mean a plastic oven i meant a hole in a wall i called the oven outside
Then at 3, beating the shit out of u for not synthesizing RNA with the Play-Doh
I have a pretty vivid memory of having my finger nails ripped out when I was 2, but I'm pretty sure it's a false memory.
The earliest memory of everybody here is.
Being raped as a baby.
they just don't remember because they repressed it.