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Start here => Games => Topic started by: Blasted on May 28, 2009, 08:50:40 AM
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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 :laugh: This was in Poland obviously.
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sexual desire
sexual desire
sexual desire :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
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 :-* :-* :-*
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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.
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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 :laugh:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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:LMAO:
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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. :laugh:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I remember lots of stuff I just won't talk about don't feel too bad. Fire I remember LOTS of fire >:D no specifics will be provided beyond that on that though :zoinks:
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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.
Are any of the other things worse than killing the neighbour's dogs?
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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.
Are any of the other things worse than killing the neighbour's dogs?
Killing your neighbors and their dog
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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.
Are any of the other things worse than killing the neighbour's dogs?
There are many things worse. I've only done so out of an instinct to defend of my own animals, however.
Still feel bad, because I knew that those dogs, even though they were running in a dangerous pack of mostly wild cross-bred wolves/coyotes/feral dogs, were only following their own instincts and someone loved them as much as I did the animals I was protecting. Hard to find a comfortable balance, sometimes.
I used a high power rifle to do the job, though.
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I remember my Nan telling me that I used to play by myself in nursery. Also when I broke my hand when I was 6, this boy saying we'll get married as soon as the cast comes off. Also I always used to hallucinate as a kid and play with imaginary animals.
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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.
Are any of the other things worse than killing the neighbour's dogs?
Killing your neighbors and their dog
I meant to ask whether any of the other things that he remembers doing, but which he didn't want to talk about, are worse than killing the neighbour's dogs, not whether there was any hypothetical act that's worse than killing the neighbour's dogs. If he'll admit to killing the neighbour's dogs, but doesn't want to give away any details on certain other things he's done, it makes me wonder just how bad those other things were.
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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.
Are any of the other things worse than killing the neighbour's dogs?
Killing your neighbors and their dog
I meant to ask whether any of the other things that he remembers doing, but which he didn't want to talk about, are worse than killing the neighbour's dogs, not whether there was any hypothetical act that's worse than killing the neighbour's dogs. If he'll admit to killing the neighbour's dogs, but doesn't want to give away any details on certain other things he's done, it makes me wonder just how bad those other things were.
To explain why, I saw them run over my cat. I waited till dark and invaded their yard, cutting their dogs to pieces. Its not really an excuse to eviscerate their dogs, but you know. I was a kid and I feel bad now. And yes i've done things a lot worse than that. I think i've hinted a few times on here before I don't have a blessed past.
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Yeah I socked my sis in the face pretty good once too.
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When I was one, I bit my sister's stomach and she had to get stitches.
In kindergarten at Union Street School in South Weymouth, MA I was sent to the quiet corner quite often. This consisted of a large chunk of cardboard covered in wrapping paper and folded into two 90 degree angles and stood up against the windows at the end of the classroom. One time, I said "fuck it," or whatever my 5-year old brain used back then and climbed out the window and played on the playground. We had a bunch of large stones around the school that made a winding path and I remember walking on them to the tune of "I'm not your steppin' stone!"
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The last boy crush I had before I turned fully gay had long hair, wore DM's and loved metal.
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I went to Disneyland
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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.
My pram had one of those and I remember loving it too.
I have always had a freakishly good memory. I also remember being smaller and having very vivid memories, I even think I could remember being born, the physical shock of it...and something timeless like being in the womb. I know it's not common to say those things, but I truly believe that I did remember those things quite clearly when I was about 3.
I remember talking to my grandma once about a house we lived in when I was little, she said there was no way I could remember it, I was too little. I drew the floor plan for my Dad a few years back and he was shocked. (I am obsessed with floor plans, and obviously that was from a young age!)
We left that house when I was 9 months old, yet is as clear to me as the house I lived in when I was older.
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I had a strange ride on toy that would let you just spin in one place or drive around I mostly just spun :laugh:
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I wrote to John Major and didn't get a reply :thumbdn:
I wrote to Tony Blair and did get a reply :thumbup:
(not from Blair though) :'(
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Spinning tops like this one.
(http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm384/SleepyDragon_album/top.jpg)
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Spinning tops like this one.
(http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm384/SleepyDragon_album/top.jpg)
I had one of these too, as a very young child, though. :thumbup:
Mum told me that I sat in the pram and learned myself to read from signs when she was in the stores. (Yes, you could leave a child in a pram outside a store in a Swedish town in the early 1970's without having to worry very much.)
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Spinning tops like this one.
(http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm384/SleepyDragon_album/top.jpg)
I had one of these too, as a very young child, though. :thumbup:
Mum told me that I sat in the pram and learned myself to read from signs when she was in the stores. (Yes, you could leave a child in a pram outside a store in a Swedish town in the early 1970's without having to worry very much.)
You probably sat on your spinning top :evillaugh:
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Yes, your eyes are still spinning from the experience, I can see that.
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(http://www.kawaiicorner.com/images/sylvanianfamilieslogo.jpg)
Sylvanian families FTW.
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I remember calling a boy "egghead" in first grade because his head was literally shaped like an egg. I wasn't trying to be mean to him but the teacher thought I was so she made me sit in front of a mirror with an egg shaped crown on my head during recess.
This same teacher expected us all to write from 1 to 100 inside little boxes every day. I thought that was stupid and boring so I did anything else but that all day long. She made me stay inside during recess to work on it but I didn't care. Then one day, she was going to make me stay after school and I cried. I was scared she would make me miss the bus because I rode the bus to school and I had no other way to get home. My mom didn't know how to drive so my dad drove the car to work in a different town and he didn't get home from work until long after I got home from school. I don't know what I thought would happen, but she took care not to make me miss the bus.
I remember my mother bringing my younger brother home from the hospital when I was three.
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I remember when my second sister was born because I got a day off school :laugh:
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I remember one fourth of july my dad gave me a TON of black cats. So I broke them and poured all the gunpowder into a coffee can, and sealed it. I used my small bomb to blow up the fort of the neighboring kids. They were so mad. :lol:
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I remember one fourth of july my dad gave me a TON of black cats. So I broke them and poured all the gunpowder into a coffee can, and sealed it. I used my small bomb to blow up the fort of the neighboring kids. They were so mad. :lol:
For a sec there I thought you meant actual cats :aff:
I used to push kids off the slide because I wanted to go first :zoinks:
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Haha sylvanian families, cute, I had them too :laugh:
My red Action Man car is the toy I remember most I think. It fired missiles. Also my pirate ship and island. A cool castle I posted a picture of my cat in. Hmm what else? Oh Henry my stuffed gorilla named after Henry VIII. I used to put undies on him and make my mum bring him to school to meet me when she picked me up. She was ashamed to be seen with him on her own so she carried him in a plastic bag till she got there. I didn't understand why 8)
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I remember one fourth of july my dad gave me a TON of black cats. So I broke them and poured all the gunpowder into a coffee can, and sealed it. I used my small bomb to blow up the fort of the neighboring kids. They were so mad. :lol:
You would have pissed me off so bad if we were in the same neighbourhood. I remember chasing off the neighbour boy with a snow shovel and yelling at him because he trashed our snow fort. Then I called his babysitter and demanded to know why she hadn't stopped him. I was about ten I think.
I detested kids who were into destroying things that people had worked hard on.
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Used to be really obsessed with transport when I was a youngling:
(http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:V_cfOW_6xyHhFM:http://373virtualpta.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/how-thomas-the-tank-engine-works-11.jpg)
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I remember one fourth of july my dad gave me a TON of black cats. So I broke them and poured all the gunpowder into a coffee can, and sealed it. I used my small bomb to blow up the fort of the neighboring kids. They were so mad. :lol:
I got in trouble for something similar but with the powder from shotgun shells I got out of my brothers room and pulled apart with my teeth. My parents were pissed when the found a few boxes of 12gauge shells empty under a bush in the back yard
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I remember one fourth of july my dad gave me a TON of black cats. So I broke them and poured all the gunpowder into a coffee can, and sealed it. I used my small bomb to blow up the fort of the neighboring kids. They were so mad. :lol:
You would have pissed me off so bad if we were in the same neighbourhood. I remember chasing off the neighbour boy with a snow shovel and yelling at him because he trashed our snow fort. Then I called his babysitter and demanded to know why she hadn't stopped him. I was about ten I think.
I detested kids who were into destroying things that people had worked hard on.
Yeah. They made fun of me hardcore though, and they used to physically mess with me. They'd pull my hair, hit me in the balls, call me a girl. They'd play like they were asking me out and stuff. They thought it was really funny to make light of the fact that I was "pretty".
So I did all sorts of things in retaliation. Some of them were pretty dangerous.
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I remember one fourth of july my dad gave me a TON of black cats. So I broke them and poured all the gunpowder into a coffee can, and sealed it. I used my small bomb to blow up the fort of the neighboring kids. They were so mad. :lol:
You would have pissed me off so bad if we were in the same neighbourhood. I remember chasing off the neighbour boy with a snow shovel and yelling at him because he trashed our snow fort. Then I called his babysitter and demanded to know why she hadn't stopped him. I was about ten I think.
I detested kids who were into destroying things that people had worked hard on.
Yeah. They made fun of me hardcore though, and they used to physically mess with me. They'd pull my hair, hit me in the balls, call me a girl. They'd play like they were asking me out and stuff. They thought it was really funny to make light of the fact that I was "pretty".
So I did all sorts of things in retaliation. Some of them were pretty dangerous.
They deserved it 8)
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Yeah. They made fun of me hardcore though, and they used to physically mess with me. They'd pull my hair, hit me in the balls, call me a girl. They'd play like they were asking me out and stuff. They thought it was really funny to make light of the fact that I was "pretty".
That's different then. I've not got much sympathy for asshole kids. Including myself when I was one.
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I remember being really bad at all throwing and catching games. No one wanted me on their team when I was in school. No wonder, though, I have no depth perception. Makes me wonder, in this day and age I could have gotten out of participating in those games and been able to go and read or something instead. :)
I remember me (I was about 8 ) and my three sisters sitting at the table for breakfast. My two older sisters started arguing. It escalated to them pouring the cereal, milk and sugar all over each other. My twin and I were practically on the floor laughing and my mum got really mad.
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I remember being really bad at all throwing and catching games. No one wanted me on their team when I was in school. No wonder, though, I have no depth perception. Makes me wonder, in this day and age I could have gotten out of participating in those games and been able to go and read or something instead. :)
I remember me (I was about 8 ) and my three sisters sitting at the table for breakfast. My two older sisters started arguing. It escalated to them pouring the cereal, milk and sugar all over each other. My twin and I were practically on the floor laughing and my mum got really mad.
I was always bad at throwing and catching, too and I was always the last one chosen when someone was choosing teams.
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I remember being really bad at all throwing and catching games. No one wanted me on their team when I was in school. No wonder, though, I have no depth perception. Makes me wonder, in this day and age I could have gotten out of participating in those games and been able to go and read or something instead. :)
I remember me (I was about 8 ) and my three sisters sitting at the table for breakfast. My two older sisters started arguing. It escalated to them pouring the cereal, milk and sugar all over each other. My twin and I were practically on the floor laughing and my mum got really mad.
I was always bad at throwing and catching, too and I was always the last one chosen when someone was choosing teams.
Ditto. In the NT world chasing and catching a ball is really a big thing. ::)
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Answering the front door when I was around three and having the police there looking for my brother :o I just screamed MOM. They wanted him for riding his minibike around the school
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Answering the front door when I was around three and having the police there looking for my brother :o I just screamed MOM. They wanted him for riding his minibike around the school
Do you have Swedish cops in the US? ???
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Answering the front door when I was around three and having the police there looking for my brother :o I just screamed MOM. They wanted him for riding his minibike around the school
Do you have Swedish cops in the US? ???
Minibikes are small motorized bikes which at the time were illegal and we has asshole neighbors who hated us as we lived in an area they felt was too good for us
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I remember being really bad at all throwing and catching games. No one wanted me on their team when I was in school. No wonder, though, I have no depth perception. Makes me wonder, in this day and age I could have gotten out of participating in those games and been able to go and read or something instead. :)
I remember me (I was about 8 ) and my three sisters sitting at the table for breakfast. My two older sisters started arguing. It escalated to them pouring the cereal, milk and sugar all over each other. My twin and I were practically on the floor laughing and my mum got really mad.
I was always bad at throwing and catching, too and I was always the last one chosen when someone was choosing teams.
At highschool, two girls in my class and me sometimes managed to convince the sportsteacher that we'd be more active when doing something else than the rest of the girls. So we'd practice hockey while the others did basketball or badminton while the others did baseball. And ofcourse we made our own rules. ;D Gymnastics was much more fun that way.
Was a bit awkward when we were caught in our new rules on badminton. Took also a long time before we knew we were seen,
We were playing badminton for blind people... All three with our eyes firmly shut :asthing:
Sometimes I wonder how long that teacher stood in the doorway before making himself known.
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People used to laugh at how I ran in PE. I was pretty shitty at all sports, except defending in hockey and football which I could only do once or twice in 5 years because I had to do shitty girls sports with a bunch of two-faced annoying little whores who talked too much
I once was the only person in the whole class who didn't get an A :lol:
Fuck them though, they made me do shit stuff. I would have done well if I'd been able to do football and basketball more instead of gay stuff
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I would have done well if I'd been able to do football and basketball more instead of gay stuff
Yeah I know what you mean. I was baffled to discover that even in this day and age they let girls play different sports to guys.
Most of the stuff I like was never taught in gym either.
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I was really tiny, but I could knock the shit out of guys twice my size. They hated that. :evillaugh:
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I would have done well if I'd been able to do football and basketball more instead of gay stuff
Yeah I know what you mean. I was baffled to discover that even in this day and age they let girls play different sports to guys.
Most of the stuff I like was never taught in gym either.
It's pretty ridiculous in the 21st century, isn't it?
My school was old-fashioned about things like that though. But still, it's dumb. The sports I enjoyed and could have been good at, were the ones I couldn't do because of my sex. If you played it with your penis I could understand, but we didn't play those kinda sports at my school.
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It's worse in the USA. I mean, "Powder Puff"... WTF? Even at my traditional Catholic girls' school in Canada, we played rugby and did weight training.
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What's Powder Puff?
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I'm not entirely sure. Some silly things the girls at my USA high school did that was supposed to be like football for girls.
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I'm not entirely sure. Some silly things the girls at my USA high school did that was supposed to be like football for girls.
The dudes at my school made damn sure I made the football team, because they wanted an excuse to flatten me. Don't get me wrong, I started out very gentle, and they kicked my ass for a couple of weeks. But it made me very tough. In school was when it happened. Maybe I got hit too hard and something got connected in my brain, but I became extremely strong, even though I was ridiculously small.
I started beating the fuck out of them and from that moment on, I never gave up in anything I did. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost. But in the end it looks like everything is going to work out for me. Got a cute gal who likes me, and a future to be proud of even though I used to be an awful person. You can do anything if you get yourself pissed off enough. :green:
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I got graffiti painted on he when I was just 4 I thought it was fun parents had other ideas :laugh:
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When I was 12, I put glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on my ceiling.
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My dad put them on my ceiling and walls when I was a kid ^
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My sister dislocated my shoulder when I was about 4 went to the hospital but before the doctor came it popped back in they took me for ice cream after
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My parents knew where to look for if their toddler went missing when visiting opa and oma (grandparents).
They just looked for a circle of cows, licking the face of a laughing 2 year old.
I would always head for the cows.
Had dreams about that as a kid, both very nice, and nightmares. Same dream, double effect.
Probably because a few hours after being licked in the face it would be very sore. They have rough tongues.
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When I was 12, I put glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on my ceiling.
My dad put them on my ceiling and walls when I was a kid ^
Same!^ I miss them.
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I can't remember what happened to mine. I think my mum threw them away after I had my room re-painted.
When I was about 8 I broke the middle finger of my left hand and had to get a plaster cast. I didn't want anyone to write on it though cause I liked the whiteness. A friend I had at the time, said we'll get married when it gets taken off :laugh: Also, I broke a girl's nose with it by mistake when we had a weird version of "circle time".
I was also really skinny as a kid because I was a picky eater and my Nan tried to scare me into eating by saying that a strong wind would carry me away, so for a while I used to hang onto trees whenever there was a wind blowing ::)
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I can't remember what happened to mine. I think my mum threw them away after I had my room re-painted.
When I was about 8 I broke the middle finger of my left hand and had to get a plaster cast. I didn't want anyone to write on it though cause I liked the whiteness. A friend I had at the time, said we'll get married when it gets taken off :laugh: Also, I broke a girl's nose with it by mistake when we had a weird version of "circle time".
I was also really skinny as a kid because I was a picky eater and my Nan tried to scare me into eating by saying that a strong wind would carry me away, so for a while I used to hang onto trees whenever there was a wind blowing ::)
I think mine got thrown away eventually, too.
I take it your friend changed his mind? I don't think it's legal to marry an 8-year old. :laugh:
Also: that sounds like a way more interesting version of "circle time" than the usual.
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I can't remember what happened to mine. I think my mum threw them away after I had my room re-painted.
When I was about 8 I broke the middle finger of my left hand and had to get a plaster cast. I didn't want anyone to write on it though cause I liked the whiteness. A friend I had at the time, said we'll get married when it gets taken off :laugh: Also, I broke a girl's nose with it by mistake when we had a weird version of "circle time".
I was also really skinny as a kid because I was a picky eater and my Nan tried to scare me into eating by saying that a strong wind would carry me away, so for a while I used to hang onto trees whenever there was a wind blowing ::)
I think mine got thrown away eventually, too.
I take it your friend changed his mind? I don't think it's legal to marry an 8-year old. :laugh:
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He was a sweet kid. I think we even danced at a school disco.
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I'm not entirely sure. Some silly things the girls at my USA high school did that was supposed to be like football for girls.
The dudes at my school made damn sure I made the football team, because they wanted an excuse to flatten me. Don't get me wrong, I started out very gentle, and they kicked my ass for a couple of weeks. But it made me very tough. In school was when it happened. Maybe I got hit too hard and something got connected in my brain, but I became extremely strong, even though I was ridiculously small.
I started beating the fuck out of them and from that moment on, I never gave up in anything I did. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost. But in the end it looks like everything is going to work out for me. Got a cute gal who likes me, and a future to be proud of even though I used to be an awful person. You can do anything if you get yourself pissed off enough. :green:
Sounds more like you hit puberty and started producing more testosterone, which would account for the increased strength and competitiveness.
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I'm not sure puberty explains all of that. I used to hit fuckers who pissed me off well before I hit puberty. It's a proven method to get troublemakers to go elsewhere for their kicks.
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Puberty isn't a requirement for aggression, but if a school-age male becomes significantly stronger and more aggressive or competitive over a short period of time, a likely culprit is that their testes have started pumping them full of the potent anabolic steroid and mind-altering hormone known as testosterone.
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I'm not sure puberty explains all of that. I used to hit fuckers who pissed me off well before I hit puberty. It's a proven method to get troublemakers to go elsewhere for their kicks.
I thnk that your production of testosterone ramps up before you actually hit puberty.
I know that hormone production in girls ramps up and they have mood swings caused by fluctuating hormones well before their periods start.
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I'm not sure puberty explains all of that. I used to hit fuckers who pissed me off well before I hit puberty. It's a proven method to get troublemakers to go elsewhere for their kicks.
I thnk that your production of testosterone ramps up before you actually hit puberty.
I know that hormone production in girls ramps up and they have mood swings caused by fluctuating hormones well before their periods start.
And then they start to share the hormones. :P
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Young boys are said to have a spike in testosterone production around age 4, and another at the onset of puberty, so there are fluctuations there as well, even if it's not cyclical the way it is in girls. Girls must get testosterone surges too; some of the teenage girls I've met have got more alpha-male characteristics than the boys do. O_o
Last year, the catchcry among my sons' mates was: "Are YOU hornier than a ninth-grader???" :lol:
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Mum and I were talking about what shopping was like when us kids were young. She and Dad would leave all four of us in the car while they went shopping. Our bickering would escalate into full-on punch-ups. All inside the car.
The bags the shopping came in were paper with no handles. The cats used to love them.
I remember one of my sisters taking Mum's keys before school and starting the car. She was just "helping".
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There used to be a place at the supermarket where you could pick through the boxes and select one to put your shopping in. There were paper bags available as well.
Our front yard used to slope down to the street. It seemed like a huge hill when we were kids. I was a huge kid, so I must have been very young when this happened. No older than about 2 or 3. Car tyres were smaller in those days as well. My sister sat me inside a car tyre with my legs tucked up and rolled me down the hill, and the experience was terrifying and painful, particularly the skidding crash at the end. She dragged me back up the hill, still crying, and tried to force me (screaming) to go back inside the tyre for another go. My mother came running out of the house and asked what was wrong and my sister (who would have been maybe 5 years old) said "he doesn't want to get back in the tyre" as if she was expecting our mother to help convince me to get back in.
My sister remembers the incident as well, she was obsessed with a cartoon on TV where the heroes rode around in high speed tyres. Sorry, I couldn't find a pic so you will have to imagine it. She was trying to recreate the cartoon in real life.
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^^^ This explains a lot. :M
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^^^ This explains a lot. :M
Looking back, using my head as a brake wasn't such a great idea.
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Well, yeah, your head has a much lower coefficient of friction than your hands and feet.
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The Summer I was 5 they had a Disney special every week at the movie theater in the town North of mine and my sister took me to almost every one
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^The very first movie I saw was in the city and we had to take the train to get there. Old diesel train. The windows could even be opened. I wonder how there weren't injuries.
Anyway, the movie was Popeye, a live-action movie. I don't remember much of it. I think my sister and I were 5.
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Thinking the first movie I ever saw in a theatre was Aristocats.
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Lucky - so much better than Popeye. :green:
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The first on I remember was Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory there were probably others before but I remember this one clearly, my sisters babysat me while my mom worked second shift at the hospital so if they wanted to go somewhere I did too. I also remember seeing The Poseidon Adventure when I was 5
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Thinking the first movie I ever saw in a theatre was Aristocats.
My first was Wizard Of Oz. Loved it!
A few weeks later we saw Lady And The Tramp.
Now I was OK with a flying monster monkey army, but singing Siamese cats scared the fuck out of me and I had nightmares.
:hahaha:
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I also saw one of the original Pippi Longstocking films very earle on. I must have been three or four.
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The first movie I remember seeing was American Graffiti, although I didn't see it when it was released.
It was shown at the theater at Vandenberg AFB a few years later. At first I thought it was a Happy Days movie because Ron Howard and Cindy Williams were in it.
This was a common practice at theaters at military bases, it was less costly for them to get old movies back then.
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The first movie I remember seeing was American Graffiti, although I didn't see it when it was released.
It was shown at the theater at Vandenberg AFB a few years later. At first I thought it was a Happy Days movie because Ron Howard and Cindy Williams were in it.
This was a common practice at theaters at military bases, it was less costly for them to get old movies back then.
You never saw a movie in a theater until you were an adult?
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The first movie I remember seeing was American Graffiti, although I didn't see it when it was released.
It was shown at the theater at Vandenberg AFB a few years later. At first I thought it was a Happy Days movie because Ron Howard and Cindy Williams were in it.
This was a common practice at theaters at military bases, it was less costly for them to get old movies back then.
You never saw a movie in a theater until you were an adult?
I was like 4 or 5 at the time. It's the earliest movie I remember.
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I also saw one of the original Pippi Longstocking films very earle on. I must have been three or four.
They have a collection at the local library.
We always previewed things before we showed them to our kids. English translations and all, when necessary.
Seemed harmless enough.
My daughter never wanted to grow up, either. Some of the themes fed into this "phobia of growing up stuff." She used to cry when I would compliment her on doing something "big girl" and quit doing what I had praised.
Not sure that we are done with that, but she constantly talks about how she has saved almost enough for an apartment with her friends. It is probably the friends that she actually wants.
So many more conversations yet to come.
:dunno:
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The first movie I remember seeing was American Graffiti, although I didn't see it when it was released.
It was shown at the theater at Vandenberg AFB a few years later. At first I thought it was a Happy Days movie because Ron Howard and Cindy Williams were in it.
This was a common practice at theaters at military bases, it was less costly for them to get old movies back then.
You never saw a movie in a theater until you were an adult?
I was like 4 or 5 at the time. It's the earliest movie I remember.
OOPS! I misunderstood.
I interpreted your post as meaning that your first movie theater experience was when you were serving in the military.
Sorry.
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The first movie I remember seeing was American Graffiti, although I didn't see it when it was released.
It was shown at the theater at Vandenberg AFB a few years later. At first I thought it was a Happy Days movie because Ron Howard and Cindy Williams were in it.
This was a common practice at theaters at military bases, it was less costly for them to get old movies back then.
You never saw a movie in a theater until you were an adult?
I was like 4 or 5 at the time. It's the earliest movie I remember.
OOPS! I misunderstood.
I interpreted your post as meaning that your first movie theater experience was when you were serving in the military.
Sorry.
I thought I had mentioned that I was an Air Force brat.
My dad got a Masters Degree in computer science in the early 60's when that was a bit of a rare thing (there were only about a dozen universities that had computer science programs back then) then he got his commission as an officer after that.
Then both of his sons enlist in the Marines, go figure. :dunno:
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Did your father ever work in Computer Science?
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I was taken along to watch "Swiss Family Robinson" at the cinema when I was about 5 years old. It was released before I was born, so it must have been some kind of cinema rerun.
I was really pissed off, I thought it was going to be a "Lost in Space" movie.
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I went to Boy Scout camp when I was 11 and it rained almost the entire week, the tents leaked and all my stuff smelled like mold by the end of the week
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A camping trip up near lake Bala in wales, with my old man, just the two of us, a tent, a few basic supplies and foods we couldn't possibly improvize like bacon, eggs, tinned beans, bangers for making breakfast.
One morning I dragged us both, before breakfast, up a mountain, hiking, not so steep climbing equipment needed, all forested, whilst I picked wild mushrooms, got wild oyster mushrooms, MUCH firmer, not soggy like the flabby crap shops flog, fresh off a dead or dying silver birch trunk, nice and young, got us slippery jacks, larch boletes (both Suillus, rather than true boletus species, pores underneath, slime layer on top of the caps, that has to be peeled off before eating, very good eating indeed, a favourite of mine when served russian style, deslimed, garlic butter to fry the caps, then served with a squeeze of lemon juice on top, common species too, growing under pines, very tasty), got us ceps (Boletus edulis, one of THE most commercially important mushrooms that still comes totally from the wild, as they are mycorrhizal, forming associations with trees and as with most mycorrhizal fungi either haven't been cultivated or are very hard to do so), these being the ones known to gourmet restaurants at shocking prices as 'porcini', and same as are used in canned mushroom soup, as they retain their powerful mushroom-y flavour even after canning or drying or pressure cooking) and prized as one of the best. And hedgehog fungus, Hydnum spp. H.repandum, the best of them, being what I found, unusual for their having pointy, soft spines under the cap rather than either gills or pores, even a few chanterelles, lots and lots of variety, brought back a real big sack of top notch finds and goodies, that we fried up with bacon, sausages, baked beans, fried eggs, etc. and turned a camp breakfast into a gourmet meal, courtesy of the mushroom-hunting skills I taught myself starting at age 4, and have been honing all my life. Absolutely wonderful, especially since I'd dragged my old man up a mountain before we ate so much as a bite, in order to work up a real monster of an appetite.
Tucking into that, oh my, that was delightful.
Another childhood memory or two:
'Put...that...OUT!!!' (parents seeing a blazing inferno on the back garden stone path we had at the old house. Quite impossible to comply, as it was a thermite reaction, being watched by myself through welding goggles, so intense is the heat it gives off masses of UV, enough to damage eyes if more than glanced at, and in any case, one does not 'put out' thermite. Thermite goes out when the charge has finished burning. Which it does at several thousand degrees 'C, giving off a plume of sparks, and molten iron or steel, or other metals depending on the oxide used. It goes out when the reaction has no more reactants left to react. And not before. Water would be split into hydrogen and oxygen,and probably explode violently, likewise CO2 from a fire extinguisher would be split apart into it's constituent elements and provide fuel for a fire. There is only one single way to put it out and that is to disperse it so far and wide that the particles are no longer close enough to burn continually and each speck goes out in a second or two. Otherwise, it'll even burn under water once lit. They use it to weld railway track sections together, to cast steel, and to cut through steel, so hot does it burn. And was I going to go up to it and kick it to disperse it?
Kick something hot enough to near enough boil molten iron? you must be shitting me. Not a chance. They just had to wait until the blazing inferno had stopped flaring, sparking, and dribbling a slick of molten iron over the back garden path.
Or the great shout of 'are you alright' up the stairs of the old house, when my old man had built me my first lab benches, in my bedroom.
The house mains breakers had all tripped, plunging the house into darkness and shutting down every single electrical item that didn't rely on batteries. Accompanied by a colossal great BOOM!!!!, and my diving for cover, as the vase, with two carbon rods fitted through holes drilled in the sides, and in which had been poured caustic soda, liquefied, molten, at several hundred degrees 'C with a blowtorch, filled to the top, and connected to a plug, which I'd modified with a slug of lead, cast for the purpose and the last bits hammered into shape to force it in, the other bit of the plug straight into the mains, and me diving out of the way, wearing goggles, rubber boots and gloves and carrying a lengthened broom handle, used to poke the mains on.....not realizing DC, not AC current was needed, resulting in a sodding huge CRACK! noise, a lot of swearing fit to wake the dead, and me running like hell out of range, of the torrential plume of molten caustic, blasted up all over the ceiling, and elsewhere in my room, singing lots of areas of carpet, and burying a fair lot of vase-shrapnel in the wooden bed-frame and into the walls....I was fine enough, although my mom was daft enough to ask if I'd seen her vase or knew where it might be a day or two later...she really ought to have put two and two together and realized she'd never see that vase ever again.
You hear your son create a MASSIVE thumping great BOOM!!!! in his bedroom, see him dressed in rubber boots, elbow-length rubber gloves, wearing goggles, and carrying a broom handle, ducking out of the bedroom the moment the power was turned on, as the mains breakers trip and shut power down to the entire house, plus a sound like shattering ceramic shards peppering the walls, celling, embedding themselves into the wall and bed frame, a lot of swearing, and smell a mixture of the odour of copper wire that's just been frazzled to oxide in a matter of microseconds as well as plastic insulation flaming and giving off acrid fumes...and a day, maybe two later, you ask where your flower vase is......really now, even a neurotypical ought to know better than to voice the question as to where it is, or have I seen it....it ought to be blatantly obvious that said vase will never, EVER be seen again, once the son of the family has run out of the back door later with a pair of pliers in one hand and a black rubbish sack which goes not in the bin, but gets tied up and thrown over the wall of the back alley the rear of the house facing, while the kid returns holding only the heavy pliers, grinning widely....
Like you even NEED to ask....
Other fun childhood memories...
My first thermobaric charge in an abandoned car, whole enough for my test but not drivable.
Letting off a DIY RPG in a sewer storm drain. Not realizing the shockwave would rebound back from the far end and knock me senseless, vision whited out, ears ringing like church bells, knocking me backwards,
Hunting for conkers in the trees to play with, using a pistol-grip miniaturized grenade launcher while other kids used thrown sticks.
They got a few down every several throws...I just blasted them down in showers due to the huge shockwave from the TNT and booster charge in the shells, dropping out of the trees like sharply-spiky heavy rain,
Me and a friend as real young kid, we were playing about, setting fire to the dry grass of this field, only, instead of the little bits of fire we planned, the whole thing turned into a whopper of a firestorm and spread to the back of the nearby college. As we left, we saw a LOT of fire tricks screaming down the road and pulling into the college. THAT was unintentional, both of us thinking 'oooohhhh boy.....we really done it now....'
Playing with some local kid, going up a local disused railway track, where some unknown guy had a fenced compound made of tall metal sheet, always locked. And my blowing the lock off with a copper pipe full of explosives, each time he put on a new padlock, we'd go up there and I'd blast it off, buggering with his head. One of the few times I ever saw the lock after, it had literally been flattened, as if it were made of plastic and had been smashed repeatedly with a sledgehammer :heisenberg:
A bit naughty, but oh well. Kids will be kids. And don't they all go through that 'weeee...lets blow shit up!!!' phase? everything from dropping 'airbomb' fireworks (like bangers but near a foot long, souped up to fuck) into school suggestion boxes on the weekends when they are closed, dropping them down chimneys, occasionally blowing up toilets with pipe-bombs, strapping a personally-invented slow-but-superintense-burning wax-bound plasticized incendiary composition to deodorant cans, acetylene tanks strapped to oxygen cylinders....
First time I ever prepared some white phosphorus, writing with it on a stick, on paper in the dark, seeing it glow bright lurid green,before it burnt through the paper.
Building my first shoulder-fired rocket launcher.
First time making TNT, manage to partially oxidize the toluene to benzaldehyde in the process and FLOOD my room with an overpowering scent of marzipan and cherry bakewell tarts, sweet and delicious smelling, my entire bedroom, absolutely gorgeous scent.
Quite a lot of escapades I dare not even mention.
Does 19 count as childhood? if so, the most wonderful memories of my entire life:
Going to a paintball game, where this classically autistic girl literally launched herself at me like a shell from a high-caliber naval cannon, stopping very briefly to knock the crap out of someone for getting into the way, ran over, threw me into a tree and slammed into me full-force, shoved her tongue down my throat as far as she could get it, and kept it there until I almost passed out for the second time, the first being when she whacked me into the tree trunk, leaving me seeing stars.
And somewhat after she told me I was hers, and she was my G/F, told me her name, and we just went from there, getting on like a flamethrower in a petrol refinery. A little later, found out she was only 14, and I'm not quite sure how long it was since she turned 14 either, but hey by that time, less than a week later, I'd already proposed to her, and damned if I was going to call it off due to her age. Hell no. Curvy, Kanner's, long black hair, the CUTEST spazzy-as-hell sounding thing she did with her voice when she'd shout 'HiiiIIIiiiiiiiiIII---*my name*..I can't describe it, just the spesh-sounding way she made it sound, sent shivers down my spine, her voice in general, she just..made go all warm and squishy inside :) sexiest voice EVER. Just all round gorgeous,warm, loving, kind, a good person all round, absolutely lovely girl.
The day she first took me home, me feeling nervous as hell, knowing the age difference, her mom looking at me sideways so to speak.
Or the day I very first that spesh-sounding way she'd scream my name as I would hers, and we'd run from opposite ends of the road, belting it down there towards each other as fast as we could and slam full tilt into each other, lifting one another up and spinning each other in our arms, to dissipate part of the force and just being so happy to see each other.
Or one time, in the FOULEST weather you ever did see, wind a full on hell-storm gale, so strong we could barely stand, holding on to each other to stop from falling or going rolling down the street, LITERALLY, no joking, it was that strong, and raining, cold, miserable, but we were happy, she'd held on tight to me, linking one arm each round a lamp post, giving me the cover of her coat (and foxy lil' autie body too :autism:) so I could skin up a joint of skunk, which, along with a big bottle of cheap cider, we took to the straight big round metal tube of a kiddie's play-park jungle gym type thing, to curl up all over each other, pass the doob between each other, and swig cider together, out of the wind, and snuggling up tightly to keep each other warm. All sleepy from the herb and cider, and snuggly warm from being wrapped round each other's bodies, two lovers, admittedly way, way under age, but two fiancee's madly in love, making the best of the filthy environment, because we had each other, and nothing else mattered whatsoever, but that we each made the other happy and kept each other comfy.
Or being asked by my folks 'WHY, is there a large slick of molten lead oozing across the garden path, glowing nearly white hot...'
Again..just don't ask.