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I have some rather strange memories of the swirling vortex that is my life. There are the obvious ones; huge moments of happiness and sadness, but they aren’t what I’m here to talk about.
There are some seconds, maybe minutes, which have engraved themselves into my mind. Just pictures of things that have happened in my life from various times. None of them very exciting, none particularly life-changing, just…memories.
But these are special in their own way too, because to be honest I’ve changed quite a lot since my younger days. Obviously the roots are still there, but they’ve grown if you’ll pardon the pun. These snippets remind me what life was like back then, the sort of person I was, the sort of people my family and friends were. I’d like to share some examples.
Although this isn’t the most important one, for some reason unbeknownst to me this is the one that sticks in my mind the most, the one I’ve remember ever since it happened.
I fell down the stairs. Yep, I fell down the stairs – not all of them fortunately, but a few. I was around three years old at the time, and this shocked me. It was very early in the morning, about 7am I think because I remember seeing the curtains closed in the lounge. My mum rushed down the stairs to comfort me, and I actually remember part of the conversation we had.
“Do you want a watch a tape on the Television?”
“Yes…”
“What do you want to watch?”
“Fireman Sam.”
And so I watched Fireman Sam, and it was very good too. I think it was the episode where Norman fell down a hole, but that’s just a hunch.
This kind of brings me onto my next memory, although unlike most of them it’s not just a picture I have in my head, it’s just something I remember doing when I was young, from when I was around three until I was five and my brother was born. In a massive contrast to now, I used to get up very early, any time between six and seven. And then what I’d do – and this surprises me because I’m quite impatient -, is that I’d sit outside the closed door to my parents’ room, and wait. I’d just sit, legs crossed, waiting for my parents to get up. So after one of them had staggered their way out of bed, and wandered drearily out of the room, the first time they’d see in the morning was my smiling mug asking if I could go downstairs.
Now, I’m damn sure that I did this, but I can’t imagine how I coped on weekends. I must’ve been sitting there for hours.
Parts of this next memory are a little bit clouded, and I’m not sure if it’s totally right because it’s a bit strange, but bare with me. {:) I was at my Infant School, dunno what year. Ugh…Infant School. That place was where I lost all my self-confidence, but that’s another story.
Anyway, according to the picture I have in my mind, I was lining up for the toilet before break, and…the toilet was in our classroom…not actually in the room, you’d go through a little corridor at one side. Anyway, I was queuing behind a girl named Kim (I’m surprised I can remember her name too), and for some reason I must’ve had my fingers in the gap between the wall and the door, because when she closed the door they got caught, and it really hurt. I cried my eyes out, and I was sent to the ‘sick area’ with this female dog of a girl (and still is today), who just shouted at me.
Okay, I’ve just realised…that’s totally insane. :D
The last one I’m going to talk about is probably the strangest and most controversial, because most people don’t believe me, although I think I remember my mum confirming this. Anyway, the reason people don’t believe me, is that I was only a few months old when this happened.
No matter how stupid it may seem, I have had this tiny snippet of time in my head for almost the whole of my life, and I’m almost certain that it my happened. It was my first crawl.
What makes me so sure is that I know so many of the details, even though it’s lasted just a few seconds. The picture is from my own perspective; on hands and knees on the floor of our old house, and I was looking up at the sofa where my Mum and Aunt (her name’s Alison) were sitting. They were both talking to me, beckoning for me to do something. And I crawled…backwards.
That’s another strange detail I remember – my first crawl was backwards. And then that’s it, the memory blanks out. I’d like to ask my Mum once again if this happened because I can’t totally remember her last response, but I’m scared she’ll say no, because it would kind of ruin the novelty of it. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever know whether it really happened, but I’m happy just suspecting it did. {:)
That’s about it really, just an idea that popped into my head the other night. I’d like to hear some of your strange memories if you’ve got any (and I’m sure you have), and it’s been cool sharing mine with y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
There are some seconds, maybe minutes, which have engraved themselves into my mind. Just pictures of things that have happened in my life from various times. None of them very exciting, none particularly life-changing, just…memories.
But these are special in their own way too, because to be honest I’ve changed quite a lot since my younger days. Obviously the roots are still there, but they’ve grown if you’ll pardon the pun. These snippets remind me what life was like back then, the sort of person I was, the sort of people my family and friends were. I’d like to share some examples.
Although this isn’t the most important one, for some reason unbeknownst to me this is the one that sticks in my mind the most, the one I’ve remember ever since it happened.
I fell down the stairs. Yep, I fell down the stairs – not all of them fortunately, but a few. I was around three years old at the time, and this shocked me. It was very early in the morning, about 7am I think because I remember seeing the curtains closed in the lounge. My mum rushed down the stairs to comfort me, and I actually remember part of the conversation we had.
“Do you want a watch a tape on the Television?”
“Yes…”
“What do you want to watch?”
“Fireman Sam.”
And so I watched Fireman Sam, and it was very good too. I think it was the episode where Norman fell down a hole, but that’s just a hunch.
This kind of brings me onto my next memory, although unlike most of them it’s not just a picture I have in my head, it’s just something I remember doing when I was young, from when I was around three until I was five and my brother was born. In a massive contrast to now, I used to get up very early, any time between six and seven. And then what I’d do – and this surprises me because I’m quite impatient -, is that I’d sit outside the closed door to my parents’ room, and wait. I’d just sit, legs crossed, waiting for my parents to get up. So after one of them had staggered their way out of bed, and wandered drearily out of the room, the first time they’d see in the morning was my smiling mug asking if I could go downstairs.
Now, I’m damn sure that I did this, but I can’t imagine how I coped on weekends. I must’ve been sitting there for hours.
Parts of this next memory are a little bit clouded, and I’m not sure if it’s totally right because it’s a bit strange, but bare with me. {:) I was at my Infant School, dunno what year. Ugh…Infant School. That place was where I lost all my self-confidence, but that’s another story.
Anyway, according to the picture I have in my mind, I was lining up for the toilet before break, and…the toilet was in our classroom…not actually in the room, you’d go through a little corridor at one side. Anyway, I was queuing behind a girl named Kim (I’m surprised I can remember her name too), and for some reason I must’ve had my fingers in the gap between the wall and the door, because when she closed the door they got caught, and it really hurt. I cried my eyes out, and I was sent to the ‘sick area’ with this female dog of a girl (and still is today), who just shouted at me.
Okay, I’ve just realised…that’s totally insane. :D
The last one I’m going to talk about is probably the strangest and most controversial, because most people don’t believe me, although I think I remember my mum confirming this. Anyway, the reason people don’t believe me, is that I was only a few months old when this happened.
No matter how stupid it may seem, I have had this tiny snippet of time in my head for almost the whole of my life, and I’m almost certain that it my happened. It was my first crawl.
What makes me so sure is that I know so many of the details, even though it’s lasted just a few seconds. The picture is from my own perspective; on hands and knees on the floor of our old house, and I was looking up at the sofa where my Mum and Aunt (her name’s Alison) were sitting. They were both talking to me, beckoning for me to do something. And I crawled…backwards.
That’s another strange detail I remember – my first crawl was backwards. And then that’s it, the memory blanks out. I’d like to ask my Mum once again if this happened because I can’t totally remember her last response, but I’m scared she’ll say no, because it would kind of ruin the novelty of it. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever know whether it really happened, but I’m happy just suspecting it did. {:)
That’s about it really, just an idea that popped into my head the other night. I’d like to hear some of your strange memories if you’ve got any (and I’m sure you have), and it’s been cool sharing mine with y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
I am so jealous. I would love to remember stuff like that... :(
Lol, thats slightyly weird, but I guess it's childhood.
Recently, I had a dream that a tidal wave, an extremely big tidal wave, was on a pth to the UK, and more specifically, my high school. The I blacked out, then we were driving through the barren countryside after the wave. I don't know how we survived.
Then we stopped, and I wolk up.
Scary..
Recently, I had a dream that a tidal wave, an extremely big tidal wave, was on a pth to the UK, and more specifically, my high school. The I blacked out, then we were driving through the barren countryside after the wave. I don't know how we survived.
Then we stopped, and I wolk up.
Scary..
Fuzzy wrote:
> I have some random memories too. Or more specifically, random dreams,
> one of which was dancing on a balcony of a posh hotel with someone I
> used to fancy.
>
> That was a weird dream.
Dreams is another one, for some reason these strange dreams have stuck in my head for years...like when I was about 4, and a Gorilla locked me in the toilet. :S
> I have some random memories too. Or more specifically, random dreams,
> one of which was dancing on a balcony of a posh hotel with someone I
> used to fancy.
>
> That was a weird dream.
Dreams is another one, for some reason these strange dreams have stuck in my head for years...like when I was about 4, and a Gorilla locked me in the toilet. :S
Memories are brilliant. My memory is pretty rubbish, especially when it comes to remember my emotions at times. But, whenever I do remember something I haven't thought about in a while, I just get the greatest feeling. Then I forget it again. But in ways thats Ok, because when I remember those memories again, I'll get the great feeling again, as I won't remember that I remembered those memories of before. If you understood a word of that.....
I have some random memories too. Or more specifically, random dreams, one of which was dancing on a balcony of a posh hotel with someone I used to fancy.
That was a weird dream.
I also have memories of watching Captain Scarlet and Happy Dyas at my gran's
Weird the stuff you remember.
That was a weird dream.
I also have memories of watching Captain Scarlet and Happy Dyas at my gran's
Weird the stuff you remember.
I have some rather strange memories of the swirling vortex that is my life. There are the obvious ones; huge moments of happiness and sadness, but they aren’t what I’m here to talk about.
There are some seconds, maybe minutes, which have engraved themselves into my mind. Just pictures of things that have happened in my life from various times. None of them very exciting, none particularly life-changing, just…memories.
But these are special in their own way too, because to be honest I’ve changed quite a lot since my younger days. Obviously the roots are still there, but they’ve grown if you’ll pardon the pun. These snippets remind me what life was like back then, the sort of person I was, the sort of people my family and friends were. I’d like to share some examples.
Although this isn’t the most important one, for some reason unbeknownst to me this is the one that sticks in my mind the most, the one I’ve remember ever since it happened.
I fell down the stairs. Yep, I fell down the stairs – not all of them fortunately, but a few. I was around three years old at the time, and this shocked me. It was very early in the morning, about 7am I think because I remember seeing the curtains closed in the lounge. My mum rushed down the stairs to comfort me, and I actually remember part of the conversation we had.
“Do you want a watch a tape on the Television?”
“Yes…”
“What do you want to watch?”
“Fireman Sam.”
And so I watched Fireman Sam, and it was very good too. I think it was the episode where Norman fell down a hole, but that’s just a hunch.
This kind of brings me onto my next memory, although unlike most of them it’s not just a picture I have in my head, it’s just something I remember doing when I was young, from when I was around three until I was five and my brother was born. In a massive contrast to now, I used to get up very early, any time between six and seven. And then what I’d do – and this surprises me because I’m quite impatient -, is that I’d sit outside the closed door to my parents’ room, and wait. I’d just sit, legs crossed, waiting for my parents to get up. So after one of them had staggered their way out of bed, and wandered drearily out of the room, the first time they’d see in the morning was my smiling mug asking if I could go downstairs.
Now, I’m damn sure that I did this, but I can’t imagine how I coped on weekends. I must’ve been sitting there for hours.
Parts of this next memory are a little bit clouded, and I’m not sure if it’s totally right because it’s a bit strange, but bare with me. {:) I was at my Infant School, dunno what year. Ugh…Infant School. That place was where I lost all my self-confidence, but that’s another story.
Anyway, according to the picture I have in my mind, I was lining up for the toilet before break, and…the toilet was in our classroom…not actually in the room, you’d go through a little corridor at one side. Anyway, I was queuing behind a girl named Kim (I’m surprised I can remember her name too), and for some reason I must’ve had my fingers in the gap between the wall and the door, because when she closed the door they got caught, and it really hurt. I cried my eyes out, and I was sent to the ‘sick area’ with this female dog of a girl (and still is today), who just shouted at me.
Okay, I’ve just realised…that’s totally insane. :D
The last one I’m going to talk about is probably the strangest and most controversial, because most people don’t believe me, although I think I remember my mum confirming this. Anyway, the reason people don’t believe me, is that I was only a few months old when this happened.
No matter how stupid it may seem, I have had this tiny snippet of time in my head for almost the whole of my life, and I’m almost certain that it my happened. It was my first crawl.
What makes me so sure is that I know so many of the details, even though it’s lasted just a few seconds. The picture is from my own perspective; on hands and knees on the floor of our old house, and I was looking up at the sofa where my Mum and Aunt (her name’s Alison) were sitting. They were both talking to me, beckoning for me to do something. And I crawled…backwards.
That’s another strange detail I remember – my first crawl was backwards. And then that’s it, the memory blanks out. I’d like to ask my Mum once again if this happened because I can’t totally remember her last response, but I’m scared she’ll say no, because it would kind of ruin the novelty of it. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever know whether it really happened, but I’m happy just suspecting it did. {:)
That’s about it really, just an idea that popped into my head the other night. I’d like to hear some of your strange memories if you’ve got any (and I’m sure you have), and it’s been cool sharing mine with y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
There are some seconds, maybe minutes, which have engraved themselves into my mind. Just pictures of things that have happened in my life from various times. None of them very exciting, none particularly life-changing, just…memories.
But these are special in their own way too, because to be honest I’ve changed quite a lot since my younger days. Obviously the roots are still there, but they’ve grown if you’ll pardon the pun. These snippets remind me what life was like back then, the sort of person I was, the sort of people my family and friends were. I’d like to share some examples.
Although this isn’t the most important one, for some reason unbeknownst to me this is the one that sticks in my mind the most, the one I’ve remember ever since it happened.
I fell down the stairs. Yep, I fell down the stairs – not all of them fortunately, but a few. I was around three years old at the time, and this shocked me. It was very early in the morning, about 7am I think because I remember seeing the curtains closed in the lounge. My mum rushed down the stairs to comfort me, and I actually remember part of the conversation we had.
“Do you want a watch a tape on the Television?”
“Yes…”
“What do you want to watch?”
“Fireman Sam.”
And so I watched Fireman Sam, and it was very good too. I think it was the episode where Norman fell down a hole, but that’s just a hunch.
This kind of brings me onto my next memory, although unlike most of them it’s not just a picture I have in my head, it’s just something I remember doing when I was young, from when I was around three until I was five and my brother was born. In a massive contrast to now, I used to get up very early, any time between six and seven. And then what I’d do – and this surprises me because I’m quite impatient -, is that I’d sit outside the closed door to my parents’ room, and wait. I’d just sit, legs crossed, waiting for my parents to get up. So after one of them had staggered their way out of bed, and wandered drearily out of the room, the first time they’d see in the morning was my smiling mug asking if I could go downstairs.
Now, I’m damn sure that I did this, but I can’t imagine how I coped on weekends. I must’ve been sitting there for hours.
Parts of this next memory are a little bit clouded, and I’m not sure if it’s totally right because it’s a bit strange, but bare with me. {:) I was at my Infant School, dunno what year. Ugh…Infant School. That place was where I lost all my self-confidence, but that’s another story.
Anyway, according to the picture I have in my mind, I was lining up for the toilet before break, and…the toilet was in our classroom…not actually in the room, you’d go through a little corridor at one side. Anyway, I was queuing behind a girl named Kim (I’m surprised I can remember her name too), and for some reason I must’ve had my fingers in the gap between the wall and the door, because when she closed the door they got caught, and it really hurt. I cried my eyes out, and I was sent to the ‘sick area’ with this female dog of a girl (and still is today), who just shouted at me.
Okay, I’ve just realised…that’s totally insane. :D
The last one I’m going to talk about is probably the strangest and most controversial, because most people don’t believe me, although I think I remember my mum confirming this. Anyway, the reason people don’t believe me, is that I was only a few months old when this happened.
No matter how stupid it may seem, I have had this tiny snippet of time in my head for almost the whole of my life, and I’m almost certain that it my happened. It was my first crawl.
What makes me so sure is that I know so many of the details, even though it’s lasted just a few seconds. The picture is from my own perspective; on hands and knees on the floor of our old house, and I was looking up at the sofa where my Mum and Aunt (her name’s Alison) were sitting. They were both talking to me, beckoning for me to do something. And I crawled…backwards.
That’s another strange detail I remember – my first crawl was backwards. And then that’s it, the memory blanks out. I’d like to ask my Mum once again if this happened because I can’t totally remember her last response, but I’m scared she’ll say no, because it would kind of ruin the novelty of it. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever know whether it really happened, but I’m happy just suspecting it did. {:)
That’s about it really, just an idea that popped into my head the other night. I’d like to hear some of your strange memories if you’ve got any (and I’m sure you have), and it’s been cool sharing mine with y’all.
Thanks for reading, Ant.