w00t.

 

I have a few, but most of them are shit. I guess I have a few happy ones though, haha.

 

The one that sticks out the most to me right now is of the time I was 5, eating on a small coffee table and our puppy at the time jumped on the table and started eating my food. My dad got pissed at me for some reason and started yelling at me and locked me in my room for a few hours. O.o

 

Another when I fell backwards off a 4ft stool when I was 4 while washing the dishes and no one heard me yelling "help".

 

And, my parents used to pretend they were eh... possessed and scare me and my sister all the time. :freak:

 

I haven't really looked back that much and realised how freaking weird my parents are. :laugh3:

(Is this reply box smaller or is it just me? :confused:)

 

I don't have many childhood memories. And even if I do, it's quite questionable whether it had really happened or it's the product of my mind.

 

I remember one thing clearly - I was 4 or 5, I took out all of the metalic cups we had and a big lasle...and had a "concert".

 

I used to do it quite often now when I come to think of it. :D

I have a lot of childhood memories.

My parents used to like scaring me too (fucking weirdos. :laugh3:)

My mom used tell these scary stories about monsters in the bushes and under the bed. Her favorite story was about a man with a paper bag on his shoulder. Some neighborhood kids used to make fun of him and threw rocks at him on halloween. The paper bag came off and on his shoulder was another head. :uhoh: I've always hated that story.

And when I was like 12 or 13 me and my dad had just finished watching "The Village" and I went to the bathroom and when I came out he was standing there in a red tablecloth. I almost fainted. :confused:

 

But I remember a lot of things. :nice: I remember going to the park across the street and playing with neighborhood friends. We tried to dig a hole to hell in the sandbox. :P I remember going to my friend's house and she had this kiddie piano in her room. I remember my 3rd grade teachers loved our class so much that they became 4th grade teachers. Or, that's what they told us. :P

 

Yeah, those years were the best. :)

I don't have a lot of childhood memoires :(

ooooh, i have pretty ones.

i remember waking up my dad really early every saturday to ask him to take me to the park.

i remember i wanted some bracelets a girl was wearing and after a long time i managed to go and asked her, she gave me like 3 :nice: i was like 6 years old.

i also remember my dad taking me to plays, the movies, etc i loved that.

i remember when i was learning to walk, and my mom was holding my hand helping me in a park :wacko:

mmm i have lots of memories of me going to my grandma's house and eating there, helping her, etc

i think i was super happy :blush:

I don't have a lot of childhood memoires :(

 

As I'd said it already, neither do I.

But I do have few. Even though they are probably all wrong :D

I can remember a few things. One is, that when I was about 3 or 4 years old, I was taking on some water into a kiddish watering can from our swimming pool and I fell into the swimming pool. That's the memory I can remember the best. :lol: