Childhood Memories

The earliest I can recall in my 4th birthday party. My closet friends were there and I recall it as a fun day playing games and eating cake. my favorite gifts were My Little Pony and of course Barbie.

This thread is really getting me thinking.

This was the first comic I got. I was about 5. I think.

I remember being disappointed that my dad wouldn't read it, as he read my older brother's and sister's comics. 

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Some of my earliest memories... I don't know my age at the time, I will say under 5 at least for both of these stories.



Another memory, I remember being underwater. I had fallen off a raft or something and was completely submerged, but it was still somewhat shallow. I didn't know how to swim yet, so I was just staring up for a moment. I remember feeling very peaceful and calm, and then my dad scooped me up out of the water.

Another memory from Christmas when I was maybe 6 or 7? My dad had told me a large box was a present for my mother... it would be gym equipment for her. I was so happy and excited for her to open her present come Christmas.. I was jumping up and down and telling her to open it, but then they told me to open it for her. I opened it, and there was the Barbie dream house. I started to cry hysterically, but not out of happiness. I was so unhappy that I was lied to, and the excitement I felt for my mom was taken away from me. It made me so emotional. My parents were dumbfounded lol I got over it eventually, of course, and started to play with it later on..



That's all for now ;p

First day of school jogged my memory. Mu mom brought me to class and I was so afraid that I ran out of the room and I didn't stay that day. The next day I tried the same thing. I must of figured it worked once it would work again but no. The teacher put her arm out and stopped me. I have no idea why I just remembered that.

My memories are not good ones. I remember how mean my mom was to me. She took care of me, she made sure I got everything I needed and more, but she was not nice to me.

I feel so sorry for al of you who didnt have good mums or dads. My mum is the cuddley type she loves to hug and cuddle and kiss .. Sometimes too much for me. But at school kids were jealous we could talk to my mum and my friends would turn up to ask her advice she was the local agnoy aunt.
Even now mums ex-neighbours daughter keeps in touch and calls mum Nana because thats what my kids called her.
We often didnt have much , dad left when I was seven ( MH problems ) so suriving on little money wasnt easy. Sometimes we would get home and there was no money for a proper dinner. Mum would make jacket potatoes and put soup (made from a packet) into a thermos. She would push the furniture back to the wall and spread a rug on the floor and we would have a picnic while she told us spooky stories by the light of the fire. Our friends thought this was the best thing they had ever heard and were so upset that their parents wouldnt try it.

Although dad wasnt home he was involved in our lives he was always there for sports day, parents evening, the school play, and of course birthdays and Christmas.

But it wasnt all fun and games I was 11 when he took me aside one morning( he had stayed the night) and explained mum had been a bit silly..She had taken an overdose..He even let me read the note she had left. Luckily she hadnt taken enough pills so she just felt unwell for a while and I stayed home from school for two days and made sure she was ok. Underneath all the smiles and the hugs her struggle with depression was a real as his.
But as children we never saw any trace of it. No matter what her struggle she always made us feel loved and wanted .

My mom is a combination of the one you can be friends with and the mean mom who has said hurtful things to me. Her upbringing was rough, and her mother was not motherly toward her and her siblings at all. It's like she has this battle inside of her to be nothing like her mother, but then it still comes out at times.

This is the kind of mother I think all mom should be, good for you Cassie.

Ok, what was the first music you bought?

Mine was, of course, a vinyl record.

It is a song I will still play.

Cherry, your taste certainly have changed.

I also used to have a video of nursery songs

it was the only thing that would calm me down when I was upset.. sort of cute!. but a nightmare if I was out in the pram with no video

and, a "dodo" was what I'd always call my passifier (or dummy for UK users)

I enjoyed childhood. not all of it, but it was a lot more inocent time

now I have all these aches and pains and other issues... where did it all go?

I am so sorry heatherly, both about the arthritis, and also about the traumatic memories

my mother was abusive, and I was thinking that I might post about some of it in my journal thing.

I'm here if you want to talk, and I mean that!. I'm not just an active poster, but a great  l        istener.

The video that always caught my eldest eye was this one: