I have a crappy memory, The earliest memories are when I was about 3 or 4 in the old house. Just sitting in the living room watching tv, falling asleep on the couch while my family watched Live It Up. Sitting in my bedroom looking at picture book. Walking to my grandmas apartment about 3 blocks away (I can't believe my parents let me do that alone, I was like 4 years old...different times).
Yeah, times were really different back then. I remember being about 6 or 7 and going to the grocery store with a note from my gramma to buy her a carton of smokes!
Hee hee! Well I didn't mean to imply that you weren't potty trained. Some people just ENJOY wearing diapers. There's a bunch of them that sometimes go to the Eagle or other bars in diapers and sucking passifiers. They're cute guys, but frankly, I don't want to change their diapers.
...ew. Well, I can't judge. All fetishes are respected, I always say. I have NEVER seen a guy in a bar in a diaper/binky (*knocks on wood*). There's that one old crazy guy that walks around dressed in clothing reminiscent of Baby Huey, but his diaper is due to actual incontinence, not a fetish or laziness for wiping your own ass.
meeeeem'ries, like the coooorners of my miiiind...mandyliciousJune 12 2008, 18:32:55 UTC
My first clear memory is of standing on the back seat in my family's Plymouth Duster as we drove away from our house in Oklahoma City for the last time. I would have been about two-and-a-half, and I remember understanding that we were moving away (to Jackson, MS) and that I wanted to wave goodbye to my house. :)
Re: meeeeem'ries, like the coooorners of my miiiind...mandyliciousJune 12 2008, 20:46:07 UTC
Well, the only problem here is that the older I get, the more I realize that I'm making up half of my childhood memories - for the longest time I could have sworn that I remembered an event where I was out on the Pecos River near Roswell with my best friend, her dad and my dad, and we saw a snake and Jessica's dad chopped off its head with a hoe. Now, why he would have been hauling around a hoe if we were just out fishing is beyond me, but I swore it was a true memory. Oh, but no - turns out what I was "remembering" was a story my mom had told me when I was a kid about how once when I was a tiny baby, my mom found a tarantual in my diaper pail and called my dad, who rushed home and killed the tarantula on the front porch. Close, but not really! I'm pretty sure the memory of leaving our OKC house is true, but don't quote me to the media. ;)
Beautiful pictures and I'm surprised you recall these events from such an early age. I think this is awesome. I look forward to hearing more stories as we connect further.
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Sitting in my bedroom looking at picture book. Walking to my grandmas apartment about 3 blocks away (I can't believe my parents let me do that alone, I was like 4 years old...different times).
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I have a few random memories of birthdays and dropping an iron footstool on my toe (ouch), but I have no idea what the ages were. Under 5, I think.
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