Post by cabbagecabbage on Mar 13, 2015 19:00:25 GMT -5
I have a few memories that I hope and pray are incorrect. I remember seeing a ballet production of Cinderella when I was about 4 and being sure they used "real magic" to change her dress. I should ask my mom what actually happened.
Ooh I have one. When I was young my dad was friends with a man who trained animals for movies. Like lions and bears. I got to go see them, which I'm sure is true, but I have a very vivid memory of being 3 or 4 and riding in the back seat of my dads Chevy blazer and the lion was lying across the floor at my feet. I remember thinking I had to be very quiet so it wouldn't wake up
I've never asked him,about this because of course it didn't really happen. I've always thought maybe it was a big dog?
This is going to sound absurd (or maybe likely) in light of recent events, but I will share anyway. I have a memory of taking public transportation with my mom to bill cosbys apartment to retrieve my moms purse which she had left behind there. He was really friendly to me and gushed about how much he loves kids. This obviously can't be real. Right? RIGHT?
This is going to sound absurd (or maybe likely) in light of recent events, but I will share anyway. I have a memory of taking public transportation with my mom to bill cosbys apartment to retrieve my moms purse which she had left behind there. He was really friendly to me and gushed about how much he loves kids. This obviously can't be real. Right? RIGHT?
I have this weird memory of walking down the block in Brooklyn with my dad. I must have been 4 or 5. A few kids (teens) were coming down the sidewalk on their bikes and one knocked me over and I remember the bike tire completely running over my calf. I remember my dad who was a big muscular tough guy, running after them screaming and cursing and then running back to me. I have no idea if that ever happened though and now he passed and I can't ask him. But my memory is so vivid. Just seems so unrealistic. Ughh why did you make me think these strange thoughts haha!
I do have a vague memory of being at an Aerosmith concert with my dad when I was super young. I'm not 100% on it, but I hope it's true because it makes a pretty cool story.
I do have a vague memory of being at an Aerosmith concert with my dad when I was super young. I'm not 100% on it, but I hope it's true because it makes a pretty cool story.
We should all contribute an awesome memory to your childhood.
I do have a vague memory of being at an Aerosmith concert with my dad when I was super young. I'm not 100% on it, but I hope it's true because it makes a pretty cool story.
We should all contribute an awesome memory to your childhood.
I stayed with my paternal grandparents a lot when I was little & they fought all.the.time! I can remember being about 4 and sitting on my grandmother's lap in a rocking chair in the dark with only the light of the TV & her and my grandfather just screaming at each other over and over. I guess I knew it wasn't right but it didn't freak me out like it would freak out DD. My mom & dad had screaming fights too so it was all part of my young childhood.
My mom & dad got divorced when I was about 10 & I've blocked out most of my memories of when he lived with us. Even at 12 I had a hard time remembering. I have tried remembering but, nope, it's just not there anymore.
Post by notreallyirish on Mar 15, 2015 16:34:30 GMT -5
I have a memory of my dad kicking me in the face when I was 5 or so. He said he could dunk a basketball over my head...he didn't quite make it. I don't think he kicked me hard, I just remember falling down. I asked him about it a while back and he neither confirmed nor denied it. It's also possible it happened but it was my teenaged cousin who stayed with us a couple summers around that time.
Playing in the snow with my dad, I was about 8 or 9 and he thought it would be fun to role a huge snow ball with me. Instead of making it into a snow man, he dropped it right on top of my head. I crumbled to the ground and cried. He didn't mean to hurt me, he just wasn't thinking that if he dropped 10-15lbs of snow on a small child's head that it would end up in tears. One of theose parental "D'oh!" moments.