Long-term memory burn in Osh-Koshes

[pathos_bill]

My earliest memory is the image of my mom, dad, and sister going down the stairs as I stand in my crib. Then it skips a year or two

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chile'd hud.

[choochela]

I had a tiny wooden rocking chair. I glued yellow paper and cheerios to every available surface and called it my throne. When my babysitter tried to put me to bed at 4pm, I ran away from home and got stuck in a tree behind my house.

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[anonymous]

I don't remember the train thing, I do remember that I took my power where I could get it in those days. The majority of my own abuse was elsewhere.