Post a childhood memory

[Blasted]

It doesn't matter if it's not your own memory just as long as it's about you.  Things from old pictures and videos count too.

My mum just told me how she used to push me in a BMW pram and how small boys from the neighbourhood used to run after us because they wanted to see the BMW sign up close  This was in Poland obviously.

[ALLDAYGLOWRANDY]

sexual desire

sexual desire

sexual desire

tempted by incest, but not my imediate family.

Its because of the way I am not, 27 orgasms at a time, and 10 when testosterone is supposed to be at its lowest at 2:37am

[P7PSP]

I didn't speak to my Kindergarten Teacher during the entire school year, consequently she wanted to hold me back but my mother was having none of that. I must have seemed like a very weird kid to my Kindergarten Teacher. I also recall not feeling like doing the arithmetic in 2nd grade one day and being held after class. Immediately upon realizing what a PITA it was to be there after everyone else was gone I whipped out the 20 or so problems and received a short lecture and was dismissed. Waiting for the slow kids to catch up always pissed me off.

[Parts]

In second grade we were taking those standardized tests where you fill in the correct bubble for the answer I was bored so I just filled in patterns and made pictures on the test sheets   my teacher was pissed

[P7PSP]

That is funny, if had been given those type tests I might have done that. On ours we had to show the work, which seemed ridiculous to me at the time. A couple of my teachers eventually dropped the requirement to show the work but only after a lot of hassle.

['andersom']

Buying a transistor radio with my dad.
Especially seeing the big lady behind the counter and  how she rearranged the buttons of the radio after demonstrating.
Making it look as if it was unused, before she put it into the original packaging material.

I could not resist putting the buttons back into its original position when it was off as long as my parents used it. Think I will still do it with the buttons if I happen to stumble upon the thing again at my parents.

When I told my parents about this memory of buying the radio they told me they had bought it when I had not yet reached the age of two.

[Trigger 11]

When I was 4 living in a townhouse in South Weymouth, MA, a bunch of us kids were eating watermelon. I do not like watermelon, so I loaded it with salt. This only made it worse, so I threw it down into the sewer.

[DirtDawg]

I was about five, when I was running around the back lot behind my cousins house (there were four of us), sudenly I needed to shit.

I did not have time to make it into the house, so I ran into this big storage barn from a small crack in a gate. It was abandoned, but really full of weird stuff. Fortunately, there was a silver toilet just past some big crates, kind of private. I opened the lid and let it RIP. No paper or anything, but hell, I was five. I couldn't find the handle to flush it, but, again, no big deal - I was five.

I ran back out and joined the crowd of cousins playing all kinds of fun games. A few days later, the same thing happened. Since it was a double toilet, I used the other side this time and had no more trouble than I had had the first time. As the following days passed, that huge storage barn was emptied of all the weird stuff that was in there. Much to my surprise, the silver toilet turned out to be an ice cream freezer and all the weird stuff was restaurant equipment, that was going to be used soon to open a new diner.

The men moving the ice cream freezer/silver toilet were very angry when they found my surprise. I was kind of scared that they would know it was mine so I ran away.

[Icequeen]

 

 

[Icequeen]

I was just a brat.

I would hide stuff from my teachers, move shit, put stickers on their chairs sticky side up so that they had "paid" or "delmonte" stuck on their ass all day.

We lived in a state park and had college kids hired as summer help every year to cut the grass with the riding mowers. They'd go for lunch, I'd find the keys, drive the mower 100 ft down the rode and hide it in the weeds. I was 10, sneaky, silent, nobody ever had a clue, except maybe my dad. 
 

[jman]

I have fond memories of taking the bus to the mall and playing games at the arcade all day.

I also used to have The Sega Channel and would spend hours playing on it.

[Peter]

I think my earliest memory is of sitting in a high-chair in the kitchen.  My chin was tender and sore from drooling on it, my mum wiped it with the corner of a bib I was wearing and briefly fussed over it, and then I heard her say something to someone else about me dribbling a lot, somewhere behind me and to the left where I couldn't see them.  I don't know what age I was at the time, other than that I was young enough to be sitting in a high chair, wearing a bib and drooling on myself, but old enough to have some limited understanding of what was going on and being said.

I also remember being in a pram.  It was raining, and the pram had a transparent plastic cover that came down over it, like the canopy of a cockpit.  I loved the experience, and was disappointed that the cover was never pulled down again after that.  I told mum about it years later, and she said she'd worried that I didn't like the cover being down.  I didn't communicate much back then, so if there was something that I wanted or that I didn't like and I couldn't take care of it by myself, I usually just put up with the situation.  I understood things that were said, and there was internal verbage from thoughts bouncing around my head, but it rarely occurred to me to say anything to other people, or that I could enlist their help to get what I wanted.

[renaeden]

I remember going to the Perth Royal Show when I was about 3. I was being pushed along in a pram. Lots of people wore plastic Mickey Mouse ears. Mum bought fairy floss and offered some to me but I was scared of it and so I screamed.

I didn't communicate much back then, so if there was something that I wanted or that I didn't like and I couldn't take care of it by myself, I usually just put up with the situation.

I was like that as well.

[RageBeoulve]

I remember lighting a huge bonfire in the backyard(they had to call the fire dpt. to save the house), pissing in my supersoaker and spraying the girls in the neighborhood with it, and killing the neighbor's dogs with a katana replica. I remember other things too, but i'm not sure i'd like to say those.   Even now I still feel the bite of shame for most of the things i've done.

[Parts]

I remember lots of stuff I just won't talk about don't feel too bad.  Fire I remember LOTS of fire    no specifics will be provided beyond that on that though