Childhood Imagination

Lachoneus

Fallout wrote: »

i remember very little of my childhood except for a few explicitly humiliating experiences and a few that are traumatic

i remember being potty trained. my mom had put some batman underwear up on top of a dresser and i remember looking up and wanting them SOOOOOO bad and my mom was like "not until you go in the potty". i was sooo mad.

also, i had this recurring horrible nightmare when i was about 3 or 4. i would come home and everything was tinted this pea-green (my family, the walls, everything, like i was looking through green glasses). and my family was all in the living room and they were scary and in their mouths they had whole apples.

and there was this thing that was on our screen door that lead out to the back yard that when you put your head into it you had the apple forced into your mouth. i was SOOOO scared of it cause i didnt want to do it.

then the dream would switch to me in this roman-style building thing but it was out in the middle of no where and the ground would break up and lava could be seen in the cracks.

and then the dream would end. it was freeeeeaky.

edit: and it was super vivid.

Asiina

AMP'd wrote: »

You went to some bad camps, Asiina

Yeah, I went to terrible all-girl Bible camps, since I was poor and they were the cheapest. Insane evangelical fire-and-brimstone affairs.

But man, stick like 10 12-year-old girls in a cabin for a week and the catty bitchiness is obscene.

Girls are terrible people.

BusterK

I looked forward to the day I could just eat candy for dinner

Platy

I remember thinking about what it was like flying a spaceship directly into the sun.

I also remember being terrified by a book about local legends. At the same time, I couldn't put it down.

The most terrifying bit was the legend of a giant bull who'd come to chase you if you were doubtful about his existence.

mully

Asiina wrote: »

AMP'd wrote: »

You went to some bad camps, Asiina

Yeah, I went to terrible all-girl Bible camps, since I was poor and they were the cheapest. Insane evangelical fire-and-brimstone affairs.

But man, stick like 10 12-year-old girls in a cabin for a week and the catty bitchiness is obscene.

Girls are terrible people.

this is why i think you and i would get along
thumbs up, asiina

Blake T

tubaloth wrote: »

Fallout wrote: »

i remember very little of my childhood except for a few explicitly humiliating experiences and a few that are traumatic

i remember being potty trained. my mom had put some batman underwear up on top of a dresser and i remember looking up and wanting them SOOOOOO bad and my mom was like "not until you go in the potty". i was sooo mad.

I visited my cousin and her kids the other week and I found out she taught them to give up pacifiers.

They decided that there was a dummy fairy and if you promise her not to use dummies any more and hung them up on a tree overnight she would come and replace them with presents.

TiB

Asiina wrote: »

Girls are terrible people.

Goatmon

tubaloth wrote: »

i remember being potty trained. my mom had put some batman underwear up on top of a dresser and i remember looking up and wanting them SOOOOOO bad and my mom was like "not until you go in the potty". i was sooo mad.

That is adorable.

laughingfuzzball

mully wrote: »

i also used to think that people had a big hall of hair in their head that grew out, and once that was gone, you started going bald

I had a friend who thought the same thing.

She believed it until she was twelve or so.

She was a little bit retarded.

BusterK

I used to think time was cyclical
Like within a hundred years or so the calender would just start over
I really don't know where I got that idea

Zoel

BusterK wrote: »

I used to think time was cyclical
Like within a hundred years or so the calender would just start over
I really don't know where I got that idea

Well I mean that's how years/months/days work

January to January
1 to 28 or 30 or 31 and back to 1
midnight to midnight

Fire Truck

I used to think that mustaches were grown out nose hair. My dad had a big ol' bushy mustache, and I always tried to subtly pull it off his upper lip.

AMP'd

SwissLion wrote: »

I am seriously freaked out that someone can have a memory like Alyce's.
I can't remember much besides glimpses of things before around my 16th birthday.

I am turning 18 in a couple months.

You have a serious problem

Swill

DR'd

BusterK

AMP'd wrote: »

SwissLion wrote: »

I am seriously freaked out that someone can have a memory like Alyce's.
I can't remember much besides glimpses of things before around my 16th birthday.

I am turning 18 in a couple months.

You have a serious problem

I'm guessing that problem is called weed

AMP'd

I have plenty of friends who smoke weed

They can all remember back further than two years

Antimatter

suuuuuuure
"friends"

BusterK

suuuuuuuure
"remember"

#pipe

the absolute earliest memory I have is from when I was 5, and it's just a cloudy recollection.

memory of childhood improves as you get older

Antimatter

suuuuuuure
"two"

Blake T

AMP'd wrote: »

I have plenty of friends who smoke weed

They can all remember back further than two years

They do not smoke that much weed.

Unless their memory consists of, hey man, remember when we smoked that weed?

Munkus Beaver

When I was 3, I believed that it was possible to float off the edge of a cliff (and I tried this, on the edge of our back deck) if you didn't look down. When I couldn't do it, I figured that it was because I wasn't a pro, like Bugs Bunny.

#pipe

Blaket wrote: »

AMP'd wrote: »

I have plenty of friends who smoke weed

They can all remember back further than two years

They do not smoke that much weed.

Unless their memory consists of, hey man, remember when we smoked that weed?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ipun4GVjruc

Tommy2Hands

AMP'd wrote: »

I have plenty of friends who smoke weed

They can all remember back further than two years

I can remember pretty much from kindergarden on

before that, I have a few memories, but not many

AMP'd

Look, here's Tommy with evidence

Blake T

Munkus Beaver wrote: »

When I was 3, I believed that it was possible to float off the edge of a cliff (and I tried this, on the edge of our back deck) if you didn't look down. When I couldn't do it, I figured that it was because I wasn't a pro, like Bugs Bunny.

As a child I have jumped off many things holding plastic bags believe they would work as a parachute.

Imagine my disappointment when they did not.

BusterK

I thought I could use a kite as a hang glider

Blake T

I was hanging onto like 8 shopping bags.

Didn't slow me down at all.

Melding

my earliest childhood memory is getting hit in the head with a sledge hammer. Oh to be 4 again.

Ein

I cut out paper wings, scotch taped them to my arms, and threw myself down the stairs.

#pipe

my brothers and I used to ride old thin matresses down the big fucking stair case at the house I grew up in

Chompskers.

#pipe wrote: »

my brothers and I used to ride old thin matresses down the big fucking stair case at the house I grew up in

See, I did this but in footy pajamas.
So really I just slid on my face down stairs.

Oh childhood.

No Great Name

I used a sleeping bag with a slick outside for stair sliding

alternatively a zipped up sleeping bag for stair rolling

also, got a scar on my nose, between my eyes, from when I thought I was superman and the family room table disagreed.

Asiina

I distinctly remember flying. Well not really flying, but like, controlled falling.. I lived in an apartment and I remember I would go to the stairs, hold onto the banister and jump, but then swing around at the landing and continue down the next set of stairs, down and down.

This obviously never actually happened and was probably a dream, but I remember it like I totally used to do this all the time.

#pipe

it always amazes me how willing kids are to throw themselves at danger

I see fucking 8 year olds and 10 year olds on the ice when I go skating, flying around the rink, feet and arms flailing, crashing into the barriers, faceplanting on the ice

just getting up and going again

Chompskers.

I remember planning this really elaborate ambush of my sister, where I would wait on the top bunk for her to come in the room, then just rain Beanie Babies down on her.

Except when I went to throw them I hit and broke my nose on the guardrail.

The attack was not a success.

Blake T

I remember going through a glass table when I was little, maybe three or four. It was in front of the TV and I wanted to be as close to the tv as possible as my favourite show was on at the time so I decided to site on it.

All I got was a tiny little scratch on me but I bawled my eyes out because I was convinced I was going to be in so much trouble.

Luckily my mother thought I was crying because I was hurt and she was more concerned about that.

SoaL

I too am a danger-loving toddler!

I wanted to impress my family with this awesome trick I had when I was like 4. I was going to jump from this little picnic table thing to the couch (they were right next to eachother, I only really had to fall sideways to make it). So my parents walked in as I did a big jump to the couch, bounced off and landed face first on a ninja turtle action figure that stabbed me in the forehead. They got to bring me to the hospital and get me stitched up, but I got a lollipop so it was worth it.

unintentional

I thought that the after-images you get when you look at a light source were something that only I could see

Snowbeat

oh gosh me too

I used to look at bright lights and then close my eyes and track the afterimages around