What is your most vivid childhood memory?
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it’s probably when I had a loose tooth and my grandfather was chasing me around with a pliers telling me “that he’d pull it out for me”. I hid behind a chair. He was only kidding, but let me tell you, at the time I had no idea!
Coming home from school and my mom’s room being empty. She left and moved to CA. Long story, but I will never forget that day, ever.
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Each summer as a kid I’d go “work” on my uncle’s farm for a few weeks for fun. One night at 2 a.m. my cousins woke me up because a horse was birthing twins. I remember racing out to the barn on a clear summer night in my bare feet and nightgown to watch the birth. (My cousin lifted me up and sat me on one of the stalls once we got to the barn). And I remember pointing at the afterbirth in horror and saying, “What is THAT?” I was only 7, but it was such an incredible moment, I’ll never ever forget it.
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I don’t know that I remember ONE vivid childhood memory. Too many come flooding in when I try.
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I was actually going to blog on this.
There are lots of vivid memories I have. Wonderful memories and painful ones.
One stands out the most because of how young I was and I still remember it like yesterday.
I was two years old and my family and I were spending a weekend with some of my dad’s friends.
My parents and their friends got up early to get everyone breakfast. I woke up too. Anyone still in the house was asleep.
I remember walking down the hall and seeing no one, so I crept down the basement stairs. This is were the friend’s wife had a beauty salon. I climbed into a chair and spun around a few times. I the went out the basement door and climbed the steps to the deck. I climbed up the railing looked over the side and saw strawberries. Little did I know the were “snake berries”.
I ate a few and picked some to share with my sister.
When I brought them in, The friend’s daughter was up looking frantically for me. She saw that I had the berries in my hands and panicked. She called the neighbor who was a nurse and she came over.
Everyone was panicking, my sister was crying because she didn’t know what was going on (she was 7).
They tried to get me to drink salt water so I could purge. That didn’t work.
The nurse picked me up carried me to the bathroom and tried to stick her finger down my throat. I fought like Hell.
Because of that, she took a towel and tied my hands behind my back. That really freaked me out; I still fought her off.
Then my mother came in, threw the nurse off of me, untied my hands and laid in on the woman.
My mom was screaming at her and trying to get her hands on her, but my dad held her back. The nurse kept saying she was trying to help.
To this day, I cannot stand for someone to even play around and hold my hands behind my back. I have panic attacks and begin to fight. That’s another story.
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I can remember summer recreation and little league.
In the afternoons the bus would take us to a local pond which was 7 miles away. I went almost every day to swim, rarely missing a day. One day I decided to do something else.
The bus slid down an embankment and onto its roof that day. There was about 50 or 60 kids on the bus. I wasn’t one of them. many kids were hurt, a few seriously. nobody killed. I remember the sounds of many sirens going up the main road.
Ironically….ten years later I was in a car accident in the same spot.
Three of us….in a 1950 Ford. ( a very solid car) We went from 80 mph to 0 in about 5 seconds. skidded on the roof a little. We were stopped from skidding further by a tree. Thank god we had a car because we were in no condition to walk. The driver told the passenger to get out of the car. The passenger asked why….DUH!!!
We we were a mess. I believe I scratched my knuckle. The driver bumped his head a little, and the passenger was crying. It was his car.
A friend with a truck came along and helped us pull the car over. He pushed us about 5 miles and into the owners garage. We hoped nobody would notice.
RIGHT!
people noticed. The hood was sprung, the doors were sprung, the roof was caved in. windows were broken, the car never ran again. It was destroyed.
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