How far back can you remember?

[Kyriakos]

Personally i remember vividly my elementary school years, but not anything before them.

I recall reading in some of Freud's books that he believed that a person is healthy if they can remember their entire life, but i am quite sure that this was not an opinnion of his that modern psychiatry holds.

So the question is simple, up to which period do you remember?

[dafydd manton]

I can clearly remember the flat we lived I when I was three or four, and I can also recall running down the hall, with brown lino, falling over with a plastic whistle in my mouth, and bleeding all over the place. My next coherent memory isn't until I was about 8, when I mispronounced the word "antique" in a reading thingy at school, and my sister being rude. From then on in, I suppose I can remember quite a bit, although it is all a bit patchy. Strange pastiches from childhood, since my sister and I grew up in the grounds of mental hospitals, with my Dad's job. To us, mental illness was just one of those things and we learned to accept it, with no fear whatsoever. It was an unusual childhood, living in a mental hopsital that had been a TB hospital, and living in what had been the chapel. Oddly, the biggest memory isn;t that the patients were strange, but that some of the staff were a bit off the wall, to say the least!

[soundofmusic]

I can clearly remember the flat we lived I when I was three or four, and I can also recall running down the hall, with brown lino, falling over with a plastic whistle in my mouth, and bleeding all over the place. My next coherent memory isn't until I was about 8, when I mispronounced the word "antique" in a reading thingy at school, and my sister being rude. From then on in, I suppose I can remember quite a bit, although it is all a bit patchy. Strange pastiches from childhood, since my sister and I grew up in the grounds of mental hospitals, with my Dad's job. To us, mental illness was just one of those things and we learned to accept it, with no fear whatsoever. It was an unusual childhood, living in a mental hopsital that had been a TB hospital, and living in what had been the chapel. Oddly, the biggest memory isn;t that the patients were strange, but that some of the staff were a bit off the wall, to say the least!

I grew up with people with mental illness...perhaps the proximity of crazy jogs ones memories:lol: I recall sitting on the floor with my baby and older brother watching his locomotive go around the track smoking; we'd put little items in the box cars. I recall swinging on the swing set with my baby brother. I recall looking out between the bars of my crib. My baby brother died just after his 2nd birthday; I had just turned 3....

[dafydd manton]

That is amazing! (And that is a word I use sparingly!)

[Paulclem]

I can remeber our first house - we moved from there when i was three, so i must have been 2-3. I can remember we had a mouse called Tiny. One day it was lost and I would shout for it in the yard. We also ha a cat, and my Mum told me later that ithad caught the mouse when it escaped from it's box.

I remember watching my Dad ride off to work on his motorbike through the terraced window whilst I had a bowl of porridge. I can remember being in the outside loo with my mum - I must have been too little to leave in the house. I rememer the flagged yard and the walled backs, and jumping up and down on the bed so that I would get noticed by my dad who had just come home from work. Funny what you remember.

[Virgil]

My earliest memory is of me at four years old laying on my grandmother's couch watching TV.


Oh by the way, Freud is crap.

[Kyriakos]

Pretty impressive :)

I think that my earliest memory is from when i was 4,5 years old, in the first year of pre-elementary school, when i was a sort of translator between a boy that could barely talk, and the teacher. I think i recall that the boy seemed to me to be massive and wild, but i could still understand perfectly what he was "saying", thus having access to two entirely different worlds :)

[Paulclem]

Oh by the way, Freud is crap.

I agree. His model persists though.


Pretty impressive :)

I think that my earliest memory is from when i was 4,5 years old, in the first year of pre-elementary school, when i was a sort of translator between a boy that could barely talk, and the teacher. I think i recall that the boy seemed to me to be massive and wild, but i could still understand perfectly what he was "saying", thus having access to two entirely different worlds :)

That's interesting. Children are fascinating.

[DanielBenoit]

One of the greatest and most precious experiences of my life was back when I was six and my mother took me to go see Shakespeare in the Park where A Midsummer Night's Dream and Romeo and Juliet were playing. Totally blew my mind. I even wrote a poem about it years later.

[JuniperWoolf]

Well, since my momma had me when she was a teenager we stayed at my Nanny and Poppa's place for the first three years of my life. I have some memories of living there, so my first memories must have been from before I turned three.

When I was still in diapers I remember... uh... "making a mess" of my crib, and my uncle Shawn and aunt Cindy walking into my room and discovering me.

I also remember when this old country singer would come on TV and after my favorite song of his he'd throw his hand up in the air and yell "yeehaw!" so I'd do it too - I'd put my face right up to the screen, and when the song was over we'd both put our fists in the air. "YEEHAW!!!"

I remember when I was three and a half and I poisoned myself by drinking a whole bottle of grape cough syrup (it tasted really good, and I had a cold; this stuff is supposed to make me better, right?). I passed out in front of the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, and I remember waking up in the children's room of our local hospital afterwards (my mom said that I was asleep for a couple of days). This girl named Sadie was in my room with her mother, and she made me jealous because they got to sleep in the bed and made me sleep in the crib. I slept in a bed at home. Sadie could walk around the room and play, but I had to stay in the stupid crib and pretend that she was delivering me pizzas because that was the game that Sadie wanted to play. I hated those stupid bars. Also, Sadie had sea shells because they just got back from vacation and I didn't have anything at all. That ticked me off.


To us, mental illness was just one of those things and we learned to accept it, with no fear whatsoever. It was an unusual childhood, living in a mental hopsital that had been a TB hospital, and living in what had been the chapel.

For some reason, I find that very cool.

[hack]

The earliest memory that I can date is my mother coming home from the hospital with my new baby sister. I was not quite 4. I also remember a few other events from around that time. I remember the reception that my cousin John(1 year older) and I received when we brought tarantulas home, they did not bite and we had no fear of them. We had one in each of our, collective, 4 hands. I also remember pinning a bath towel around my neck, and diving, face first off of the porch. There was a little blood, and a major disappointment, alas I could not fly.

[LMK]

I remember kindergarten events and when I see some pictures of me before then, I seem to remember the event or time, but that may simply be the power of suggestion based on the photo.

[L.M. The Third]

I have snap-shot-like memories from two years old. One of them being the big harp being played at a wedding.
I'm rather glad though to see that nobody is telling us of their memories from the womb. I've met people who claim to remember that time "in their young lives".

[Maximilianus]

I have a few memories that date back to the times when I was around 3 years old. I remember a few events from that time, like when we moved to this house where we live since then. I recall to be in my mother's arms while staring persistently at the ceiling, maybe because the ceiling seemed unfamiliar, as it was different from the ceiling I was accustomed to look at. Apparently, I've been always looking above since then, perchance in pursuit of the stars :p

Curiously I remember a few more events from babyhood, but I can barely remember the faces of my primary and secondary school schoolmates. Probably I've been more interested in grasping ceiling details than I've been in grasping face details :p

[kiki1982]

I have a very few sketchy memories, just images really, of the time before I was 3. They include being changed and my bath standing in the big bath. Being changed on my cushion must have been before I was 2, round about, because that's when I was 'dry'. Come to think of it I remember my grandmother doing stuff with such a little potty and I was the only child and grandchild. It was orange. Then I can remember looking out from my bed/crib, which was in the living room of the apartment my parents and I used to live in. It had brown carpet, a little kitchen, a little bedroom and a hallway... We lived there until I was 5. Then we moved up the street to another house.

I still remember my saying that 'the house would be ready when I was 25' when I was standing in my new 'room'. Well, horrible wallpaper and everything. My mother said that wasn't true, but, believe it or not, they are still renovating and the house is still a mess, like when we moved in, although a few pieces of furniture have been bought... And I am now... 28...

Oh, yes, and I can remember that I went on holiday to the seaside with my grandparents, maybe at 1-2, and my grandmother showed me how to make those cakes of sand. I didn't get it, because I kept slamming them down with my little shovel... I can't have been above two or three as by then I could make them myself. :p

Ah, yes, and this one is quite funny. There is still a photo of this actually. But my parents told me in their last phonecall about it. Aparently my father and I were playing lion and I used to immitate one, but at a certain moment he did one as well and I was really afraid, my bottom lip went down (they call it my 'Musolini'-lip after the dictator who also had one) and then after a few seconds I started to cry... I remember the lion my father immitated and the lip at which everyone was laughing, but I ddin't know the two things were connected... That was also when I was 3 at most, possibly younger.
And then there was the harlequin costume they dressed me in. I was so cheesed off. And then people take photos... That was also a baby photo.

For the rest I remember every single teacher, even replacement teacher or learning teacher, even from 5 years old, the time that my teacher broke her leg, and I suppose every single classmate as well.

Freud would be pleased. :D Can't remember anyting about the womb, though. And I certainly can't remember the doctor slapping me on my bottom or saying 'it's a girl' or so... :p

[manolia]

My first coherent memory goes back to when i was 3 years old (or perhaps 4). I remember my mom helping my brother do his homework. I remember being bored and trying to distract them :D

A few years ago i was having the same dream. We (me and my family) were traveling by boat. In my dream, I couldn't see my parents or my brother, but somehow i knew they were there right next to me. I kept watching the sea and these huge sea turtles that were swimming in it.

So one day i related the dream to my mother and she told me that this reminded her of an actual trip we had (in a small boat) were we saw giant sea turtles swimming. The thing is that i was a baby back then (couldn't be more than 1 year old). So this could be a real memory presented in a dream (?)

[OrphanPip]

The earliest thing I can remember are jaguars at the zoo when I was 3 or 4, and being there with my grandmother.

In general, there is a lack of reliability to childhood memories, they are very susceptible to confabulation. It is easy for us as adults to take something we were told about a past event as a child around 7-9, and to mistake that later in life as our own memory. People who claim to remember being in the womb is usually an example of confabulation, especially when someones gone through some sort of new age garbage to remember their earliest experiences.

The phenomena of limited childhood memories is called childhood amnesia, it's not really understood why it happens, but people only have short episodic memories from before the age of 5.

[kasie]

I have had a similar experience, manolia - I had a recurring dream of being a very small child sitting on someone's lap, being held very firmly and lovingly - I reached out for something on the table and the person holding me pulled me back firmly saying, 'No, no, no' but laughing at the same time and everyone else in the room laughed kindly as well, though I couldn't see them. I was amazed when my mother related an incident that showed my early love of seafood - we were visiting my great-grandmother and one of my aunts arrived from a visit to Cardiff, bringing Grandma some of her favourite fresh cockles from the fish market there. She was sitting in her usual chair beside the kitchen table, directing her daughters as they went about making the meal and I was on her capacious lap. The cockles had been put on a plate ready for her to enjoy with some bread and butter for her tea - everyone was busy talking and getting the tea and little kasie spied the cockles, reached out for one, tried it, liked it, reached out for more and more. Eventually one of my aunts noticed and cried out 'Look at the child, she'll be sick, stop her'. My mother sprang forward to stop me eating more but Grandma laughed and said 'No, no, no, not for little girls' and assured my mother the cockles would not kill me, I'd have stopped after the first one if I didn't like them. I would not let my mother prise them out of my mouth and my reputation for trying anything once was established. Grandma died before my second birthday, so I must have been not much more than a year/eighteen months old. I think it is a memory surfacing as a dream.

The first verifiable memories are of my first seaside holiday when I was three and a bit and of being ill with scarlet fever a few months later, when I was put back into my cot to be nursed.

[Helga]

I remember when my mom left me alone for the first time in kindergarten, I was probably 2 or 3. I remember being put right away with the bigger kids cause that was the only seat open and I remember my mom walking out in her big white coat.

my favourite memories are when my dad would read to me and my brothers, I vaguely remember him reading robin hood and the last Mohegan but it is very vivid when he read an Icelandic book by a great author. my dad died when I was 9 and had been sick for 3 years so I don't have as many memories of him as my brothers do but I think it's because of him reading 'real' literature for me at such a young age is a big part of my love for books now.

[JuniperWoolf]

In general, there is a lack of reliability to childhood memories, they are very susceptible to confabulation. It is easy for us as adults to take something we were told about a past event as a child around 7-9, and to mistake that later in life as our own memory.

Yeah, this is cool actually.

An experimenter will make up a situation and make sure that it's never happened to you. They'd ask your parents if you've ever been lost at the mall, and if your parents say that you haven't, they experimenter will then ask you to tell them about the time that you were lost at the mall. You don't "remember" the fake memory right away, but if the experimenter keeps insisting "your mother told me that you were lost at the mall one time. Try to remember," your subconscious brain will come up with this whole story where you're lost at the mall and your conscious brain will recognize it as a real episodic memory (even how the event affected you emotionally at the time).

That's why if you remember something happening to you from your early childhood, it might just be that you heard your family talking about it and your brain made up your own version. Or maybe you really are remembering, there's no way to tell.

[Lulim]

(...) In general, there is a lack of reliability to childhood memories, they are very susceptible to confabulation. (...)

That's true for me somehow. I had to spent a couple of months in hospital at an age between 1 and 2 years; I had always a memory of my parents visiting me there. But my mother told me much later that they didn't visit me at all -- they weren't allowed to. Another memory of the hospital is true, though: they had an aquarium in their entrance hall which I can remember.

[papayahed]

The earliest thing I can remember are jaguars at the zoo when I was 3 or 4, and being there with my grandmother.

In general, there is a lack of reliability to childhood memories, they are very susceptible to confabulation. It is easy for us as adults to take something we were told about a past event as a child around 7-9, and to mistake that later in life as our own memory. People who claim to remember being in the womb is usually an example of confabulation, especially when someones gone through some sort of new age garbage to remember their earliest experiences.

The phenomena of limited childhood memories is called childhood amnesia, it's not really understood why it happens, but people only have short episodic memories from before the age of 5.

I have a specific memory of my father from when I was 3-4, I've always wondered if it's real or not.

[Kyriakos]

Worth noting that elementary school is the beginning of a very different period of one's life, which ends with puberty. But before elementary school things were akeen to puberty, although simpler, so perhaps the child tries to push away its memories so as to advance. I vaguely recall that i was thinking that a period was ending, and that i would never be back to my previous life (at the beginning of elementary school). :)

[papayahed]

The first day of 1st grade I remember Sr. Anne hugging me at the door to the class room. She hugged all her students.

[Scheherazade]

The first day of 1st grade I remember Sr. Anne hugging me at the door to the class room. She hugged all her students.A clever method of checking whether you had any sharp objects in your pockets!

A friend of mine always manages to get couple of chuckles by claiming that he could even remember his parents' wedding... Only, he is telling the truth; he was four when his parents decided to tie the knot finally.

My first vivid memory is being stung by a bee (aged 18 months).

[hack]

I recently read a book, "The Woman Who Can't Forget" by Jill Price.
It is an account of the authors experience with her remarkable and
encyclopedic "autobiographical memory". She remembers virtually
every day of her life since about age 10. She has recall of specific
details about her personal interactions with friends and family and
notable events of each day. It seems that is both blessing and curse.
It is a lesson in the need for forgetfulness. Our memories are always
suspect. We shape them into a form that suits us, if we are lucky.

[Basil]

An experimenter will make up a situation and make sure that it's never happened to you. They'd ask your parents if you've ever been lost at the mall, and if your parents say that you haven't, they experimenter will then ask you to tell them about the time that you were lost at the mall. You don't "remember" the fake memory right away, but if the experimenter keeps insisting "your mother told me that you were lost at the mall one time. Try to remember,"
Who knew experimenters could be so cruel and play such mean tricks on people?

My sister did this very thing to me. When I was around 4 years old, my sister used to say things to me like "Hey Basil, do you remember the time you were in a shipwreck? And you were on a deserted island until the rescue teams discovered you?" And I would bite my lip and furrow my brow and say slowly, "I think so…."

My sister brings this up at every family gathering.

[Virgil]

The earliest thing I can remember are jaguars at the zoo when I was 3 or 4, and being there with my grandmother.

In general, there is a lack of reliability to childhood memories, they are very susceptible to confabulation. It is easy for us as adults to take something we were told about a past event as a child around 7-9, and to mistake that later in life as our own memory. People who claim to remember being in the womb is usually an example of confabulation, especially when someones gone through some sort of new age garbage to remember their earliest experiences.

The phenomena of limited childhood memories is called childhood amnesia, it's not really understood why it happens, but people only have short episodic memories from before the age of 5.

I was going to mention childhood amnesia too. Yes and from wikipedia the cutoff age is listed as four years old. Check it out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childhood_amnesia

That one I mentioned about my earliest memory can be fairly reliably dated dated to four years old.

[Petrarch's Love]

I have very full and consistent memories from the age of three on, the age when I started preschool. My earliest memories are from when I was under 3 and it's possible that some of these are from when I was a little under 2, but it's hard to date these things accurately. Some of the very earliest memories are distinct from later ones in that they are connected strongly to one particular sense and aren't connected with a sense of inner reflection or an interior voice. I definitely have a few memories of being in a condo my grandmother only lived in until I was 2 1/2. A few are of playing with dolls and a game that I've never seen since or been able to place that were kept on a high shelf in a closet and brought down for me, but these must be from when I was over 2 because I associate the dolls with their names and the game with something starting with an "l" and ending with an "o" (like "lido" or "lime-o"?) so I must have been speaking already. One memory from my grandmother's place, and thus before I was 2 1/2, is an intensely audial memory of listening to music associated with something on TV . I used to try to hum the music or describe it for my parents when I was a small child because I wanted them to play it for me. I finally heard it when I was maybe 5 or so and found out it was from Mozart's Opera, The Magic Flute, which my folks couldn't have played because they didn't have a recording of it at the time. What I believe are my very earliest memories are purely visual, like silent movies. One of these is probably from when I was about 1 1/2 in which I'm playing with a large ball in a room with a group of mothers and children. I used to assume it was later because I doubted I could remember that far back, and I couldn't place it at all for some time because my mother didn't know what I could be remembering until I finally mentioned certain details of the room and the people that jogged her memory and she realized I was describing the place where we took a Mother & Baby class when I was about 18 months. We don't have any pictures of the place or the people, and I didn't have any idea I had been there until she pieced it together, so I'm assuming that must be my earliest plausibly identifiable memory.

I think one reason that people may start remembering things most accurately from school age on is that they have a framework in which to situate the memories. Once I started having a sense of myself as being a Pre-School student in her first year, for example, I would establish memories in reference to that sense of identity and thus I'm able to sort and date those memories more accurately. Earlier memories are harder to pinpoint much of the time because I wasn't establishing them in connection with that identity or, in some cases, in connection with any particular words or conscious sense of self at all.

[Scheherazade]

I wonder if shaping/reformatting people's memories through suggestion would work on adults as well...

Hey, Basil! Do you remember the time you saw Michael Stipe from REM at a club? He gave you an odd look because you were dressed up as a ballerina at the time???

[Virgil]

One observation (pet peeve on my part actually) from that wikipedia entry I sited above. Check this out:


Freud’s trauma explanation

Sigmund Freud’s theories of psychosexual development are highly intertwined with childhood experiences. In what is now published as The Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud, Freud theorized that childhood amnesia is the result of the mind’s attempt to repress memories of traumatic events that, according to Freud, necessarily occur in the psychosexual development of every child. This would lead to the repression of the majority of the memories of the first years of life. Freudian theory, including his explanation for childhood amnesia, has been criticized for extensive use of anecdotal evidence rather than scientific research, and said to frequently permit multiple interpretations.[10]

As usual, Freud is a load of crap. I have no idea why people revere this charleton. But that's another issue.

[papayahed]

Wait I remember walking to the dairy queen while in day care. I wonder how old I was then?

[Basil]

Hey, Basil! Do you remember the time you saw Michael Stipe from REM at a club? He gave you an odd look because you were dressed up as a ballerina at the time???
Too fantastic to be believed, Scher. You should have kept it within the realm of possibility.

I'm sure there are studies that make some correlation between memory and language acquisition. My sustained memory starts at 4 1/2 years old which is pretty early when you consider I didn't start talking until I was almost 3. I think my memory took root at this time because my family was about a month away from moving to a brand new city, and the sense of imminent upheaval served to anchor everything for me.

[soundofmusic]

That is amazing! (And that is a word I use sparingly!)

Amazing that I remembered or I lived around crazy people:lol:

I can remeber our first house - we moved from there when i was three, so i must have been 2-3. I can remember we had a mouse called Tiny. One day it was lost and I would shout for it in the yard. We also ha a cat, and my Mum told me later that ithad caught the mouse when it escaped from it's box.


How awful; was your cat a mouser? I think I would have rather heard that Tiny took a bus to New York:angelsad2:


One of the greatest and most precious experiences of my life was back when I was six and my mother took me to go see Shakespeare in the Park where A Midsummer Night's Dream and Romeo and Juliet were playing..

Oh gosh, yes, I remember going to my first play in elementary school and seeing Paul Lynd; from then on I wanted to be an actress...


really[/I] good, and I had a cold; this stuff is supposed to make me better, right?). I passed out in front of the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, and I remember waking up in the children's room of our local hospital afterwards (my mom said that I was asleep for a couple of days). This girl named Sadie was in my room with her mother, and she made me jealous because they got to sleep in the bed and made me sleep in the crib. I slept in a bed at home. Sadie could walk around the room and play, but I had to stay in the stupid crib and pretend that she was delivering me pizzas because that was the game that Sadie wanted to play. I hated those stupid bars. Also, Sadie had sea shells because they just got back from vacation and I didn't have anything at all. That ticked me off.

For some reason, I find that very cool.

I'm glad I don't remeber dirty diapers:ack2: You must have been watching Hee Haw; we loved that. There is a Sadie in every part of life, isn't there


The earliest memory that I can date is my mother coming home from the hospital with my new baby sister. I was not quite 4. I also remember a few other events from around that time. I also remember pinning a bath towel around my neck, and diving, face first off of the porch. There was a little blood, and a major disappointment, alas I could not fly.

Ha, Ha, yeah, it's funny how you remember the babies coming home; then they disappear until they become annoying...Did you ever learn to fly...


I have snap-shot-like memories from two years old. One of them being the big harp being played at a wedding.
I'm rather glad though to see that nobody is telling us of their memories from the womb. I've met people who claim to remember that time "in their young lives".

Wait a minute, I think I remember...tick...tick...oh, my pizza is ready..


I have a few memories that date back to the times when I was around 3 years old. I remember a few events from that time, like when we moved to this house where we live since then. I recall to be in my mother's arms while staring persistently at the ceiling, maybe because the ceiling seemed unfamiliar, as it was different from the ceiling I was accustomed to look at. Apparently, I've been always looking above since then, perchance in pursuit of the stars :p

Curiously I remember a few more events from babyhood, but I can barely remember the faces of my primary and secondary school schoolmates. Probably I've been more interested in grasping ceiling details than I've been in grasping face details :p

It's like that with me, I can remember watching that train; but I barely remember the 7 years with my first husband:Yawn:


The earliest thing I can remember are jaguars at the zoo when I was 3 or 4, and being there with my grandmother.

In general, there is a lack of reliability to childhood memories, they are very susceptible to confabulation. It is easy for us as adults to take something we were told about a past event as a child around 7-9, and to mistake that later in life as our own memory. People who claim to remember being in the womb is usually an example of confabulation, especially when someones gone through some sort of new age garbage to remember their earliest experiences.

The phenomena of limited childhood memories is called childhood amnesia, it's not really understood why it happens, but people only have short episodic memories from before the age of 5.

Isn't childhood amnesia just a coping mechanism...Don't you think it is easy to tell a confabulated memory (one with adult concepts) from one like Junipers where they are all childhood thought processes. I think alot of people don't think they remember because first memories are absent concepts, just visual and auditory.

[hack]

Ha, Ha, yeah, it's funny how you remember the babies coming home; then they disappear until they become annoying...Did you ever learn to fly...



I now wear specially weighted shoes. The ability to fly is vastly
overrated. It is such a bother to wake up with your face pressed
against the ceiling.

[Aryaa]

I remember getting punished by my teacher when I was 4 years old. I had not done my homework and so I was not allowed to go out and play in lunch-time. I sat there crying. :(

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Make voyages. Attempt them.
There is nothing else.

[dafydd manton]

I now wear specially weighted shoes. The ability to fly is vastly
overrated. It is such a bother to wake up with your face pressed
against the ceiling.

As you say, vastly over-rated. It is merely the art of throwing yourself at the floor and missing. I've just remembered some curtains in our 'ouse from when I would have been about 4, with choo-choo trains all over them.


B***** Freud, indeed!

[soundofmusic]

I have a specific memory of my father from when I was 3-4, I've always wondered if it's real or not.

I spent most of my adult years reshaping my memories because the actual memories didn't go with my concepts of my family. A few years ago, after my mothers funeral, my brother began talking of our childhood; he changed dad into Ward Cleaver, mom into Martha Stewart, gave us all a spiffy car and a house with carpets and comfortable furniture.


A clever method of checking whether you had any sharp objects in your pockets

:grouphug::angelsad2:I'll never trust a hug again...


I wonder if shaping/reformatting people's memories through suggestion would work on adults as well...
Hey, Basil! Do you remember the time you saw Michael Stipe from REM at a club? He gave you an odd look because you were dressed up as a ballerina at the time???

I, for one, would like to see Basil in a tu tu; but he'll have to shave his legs.

Reformatting on adults definitely works; my friend keeps insisting his son passed the Bar exam; though he's still working at Starbucks:rolleyes:



As usual, Freud is a load of crap. I have no idea why people revere this charleton.

I don't think we quite got your take on this yet; how do you feel about Freud, Virgil:smilielol5:


I now wear specially weighted shoes. The ability to fly is vastly
overrated. It is such a bother to wake up with your face pressed
against the ceiling.

Weighted Shoes, why didn't I think of that; I've been handcuffing myself to the bed...sure is a problem when I need a bathroom break:blush2:

[MANICHAEAN]

Christmas 1946, aged three.
Lots of snow.
Coal fire in one room.
North London.
Being told to go into my mother's bedroom to see my new younger brother.

[Revolte]

I can remember bits and pieces of things from around the time I was a toddler. My earliest memory I was probably around oh god I don't know four or five ish? I don't think I remember anything earlier then that, but upon writing this I'm getting some flashbacks but sadly I don't remember the years.