My mom bringing home a grocery bag full of dinosaurs toys from a yardsale. I had to be like 4.

playing catch with a wiffle ball in the hallway with my grandpa when i was probably 3 years old. Had to have been 3 or earlier, since he died when I was 3.

Pushing a tricycle around the yard. It was too big for me to ride. About 3 years old. I know it’s my real memory because it’s very sensory, the grass was tall and tickled my legs, and the trike was rusty and squeaked. It feels slightly alien, I can’t quite understand 3 year old me.

I have bits and pieces of older memories but my first “true” memory where I remember everything vividly was 9/11. So yeah… Fun

Barn cat with kittens in tow walking on top of the brick garden edging out front of the home my parents lived in when I was born.

Sitting in a high chair in a kitchen with a dirty diaper, and being displeased at the sensation.

Going to college.

I grew up in a cult, and I seem to have suppressed most of my childhood. Of course, I have bits and pieces – like little flashbacks from my childhood days – but I don’t really have a coherent childhood story. From college onwards is when my life story makes sense to me.

Some old song.

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My dad making a batman marble disappear before my eyes.

I dont know what this says about me, but I only have bad memories from my childhood. Not that I had a bad childhood (I think), but somehow those are the one that stuck on my head.

Examples:

• Being grounded by my parents
• Falling off a 2 floor
• Being grounded in kindergarten
• Eating too many sour candies and needed to go the hospital

Anyway, happy Thursday

Choking on a potato chip.

Waking up this morning, or maybe something important from yesterday if I concentrate… 🤔 how did I get here?

I don’t even remember. My childhood is just a blur at this point and I’m only 19 ffs.

My sister pushed me down the stairs while I was learning how to walk.