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Ithiliel wrote on 2011-09-28 16:35
I think one of my favorite childhood memories was when I was in the 4th grade. My sister and I had recently discovered we lived right down the block from each other and I would always go over to her house before and after school to watch anime, play video games, etc. After school we decided to play a video game and at the exact same time while playing we started singing, "Say it ain't so I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home". There was no music. The two of us just turned, stared at each other and burst out laughing. I always think of that memory so fondly.
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Claudia wrote on 2011-09-28 17:36
It's a bit fuzzy sometimes. I don't remember much before my brother was born, so a lot of what I did before kindergarten is kinda kaput.
When I see pictures of when I was younger, it makes me smile. When I was a baby and we lived in Auburndale, people would just come by all the time and hold me, play with me, and they took lots of pictures. There's hundreds and hundreds of pictures of Baby Claudia being held by people she didn't know besides "Auntie" and "Uncle" and "Grandma" and "Grandpa", people that even today I haven't seen in a long time or that I can even recall meeting. There are lots of pictures with my whole mom's side of the family, even one where we went to the aquarium. And in pretty much all of them, I have the biggest, goofiest smiles on my face, and everybody else is smiling too.
Then, there's this one picture where my dad is buckling me in the back seat of this god-awful Buick my mom used to own, apparently. I seriously look like a caterpillar in a cocoon, i'm wrapped up in three different blankets, bundled up in my winter coat and hat. It just looks awfully cute, not to mention it doesn't look cold since my dad isn't even wearing a sweatshirt.
We have a couple of framed pictures of just me and my dad when I was 2 or so. Damn, we look like we're having so much fun. I just don't know where it went.
There's also this picture with a very elderly woman, who I think is my great-grandmother. My mom even said that I met a great-great grandmother once, when I was a baby!
I also have a picture of mine that a lot of people know about. It's me, this girl named Emma, and her older brother, drawing chalk pictures in my driveway. They used to be our neighbors until before kindergarten started, and she was my first best friend. Now, we've definitely grown apart A LOT and we don't even talk to each other (and never did after elementary school or so), but it was really fun to find it, and I showed it to some people who know both of us and it was one of those things that's like, "Wow, really? Who knew you guys were friends!"
It's really bittersweet, though, too. I wish we were still friends.
Also, you guys, I have a blankie. Named Blankie. I sleep with Blankie every night, and Blankie is almost 18 years old. I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times I lost Blankie in the supermarket, realizing long after we left, crying and screaming for us to go back to get it, the times where we've left late at night after visiting family friends and realizing once we've hit the highway that Blankie is still there, the time that I left Blankie at home for my first sleepover and I didn't realize until my mom gave it to me when I got home. I love my Blankie. ~
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Karuta wrote on 2011-09-28 18:02
I don't remember any of my childhood except for a few memories but =D when I was tenish
and visited my dad for the first time, I remember waking up and no one was around.
Being super hungry I went to the kitchen and alls he had was like..wine and coolwhip LOL so naturally I was like " WELL OKAY" .
Took the coolwhip tub and sat on top of the counter, eating it with a spoon.
His housekeeper walked in on me a few minutes later and instead of being in trouble or anything like that, she grabbed a spoon herself and sat with me. Talked with me for awhile as we enjoyed coolwhip for breakfast.
She was so nice ;;
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Nintega wrote on 2011-09-28 18:37
Childhood either sucked or was a blur. I can't remember anything from before my fifth birthday except my baptism (lolirony) and the rest of it was pretty... bad. My parents were separated, I had to see my step-father verbally and occasionally physically abuse my mother and sister, had to go to a school where I was bullied since kindergarten, and had to deal with being a freaking middle-born child. How comforting.
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Navy wrote on 2011-09-28 22:50
Quote from Nintega;602241:
Childhood either sucked or was a blur. I can't remember anything from before my fifth birthday except my baptism (lolirony) and the rest of it was pretty... bad. My parents were separated, I had to see my step-father verbally and occasionally physically abuse my mother and sister, had to go to a school where I was bullied since kindergarten, and had to deal with being a freaking middle-born child. How comforting.
you have NO good memories from your childhood, at all?
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Lan wrote on 2011-09-28 23:05
A memory that almost every child has. You were up late watching TV then you fell asleep, you wake up in your bed. Your dad carried you there. :)
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BobYoMeowMeow wrote on 2011-09-28 23:11
Kitae's earliest childhood memory
playing board games with his mom
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Skye wrote on 2011-09-28 23:13
Quote from Lan;602460:
A memory that almost every child has. You were up late watching TV then you fell asleep, you wake up in your bed. Your dad carried you there. :)
:point:
My father memories are of him making us stand in the corner while he laughs at the television, making us stay in the up(?) position of a push-up, and spanking my sister with a belt (almost got me too).
Mind you, I was in kindergarten at the time, and my sister was even younger.
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Lan wrote on 2011-09-28 23:20
Quote from Skye;602468:
:point:
My father memories are of him making us stand in the corner while he laughs at the television, making us stay in the up(?) position of a push-up, and spanking my sister with a belt (almost got me too).
Mind you, I was in kindergarten at the time, and my sister was even younger.
Don't ruin the mood D:<
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Strawberry wrote on 2011-09-28 23:27
[SPOILER="Spoiler"]
Comforting moments:
I always like the place where I lived, I could always walk up to the golf course with my family and pick raspberries to take home in large buckets. But store-bought ones were always so much bigger.
I always happened to pick the red ones, because the store bought ones from the local grocery store ones were red. Until I realized my dad had told me that the red ones that were hard were extremely sour, and I should pick the black ones. But since the black ones are sometimes so ripe, It'd something mush pretty quickly upon contact with my warm hands. Bringing so many raspberries home is nice, and not having to buy store ones is convenient for us.
The berries are still there right now, and so is the same old golf course we used to always pick raspberries on.
Down further from the golf course, is a duck pond, and me, my brother and my dad used to always buy bread from the local grocery store, or bring rice from home, to just feed the ducks at the pond. My dad would take pictures of me and my brother feeding the ducks. I was always scared that they would try to peck at my hand, because I always thought that bird beaks were so sharp.
I came with my dad to feed them for a while, and even take pictures too. A lot of people did the same, and it was a good way to spend some of the day relaxing at the pond.
One time, we saw two deer on the other side of the pond starring at us, and it was pretty darn amazing to me at that time. I rarely ever saw them here. I saw 3 turtles the next day near the banks of the other side of the pond. I thought they were moving rocks back then, lol.
My babysitter occasionally came over when both my dad and my mom had work to do. She always took me and my brother out for ice cream and whatsoever, and even down-town too. I loved it when we bused down-town and went out to the harbor. Because sometimes by the harbor, there would be a few seals lurking around, and it was really fun to just watch them eat the fish that was provided to people from the convenience store just above the port.
When we head back sometimes, when the bus driver questioned my age, she told me to just tell the bus driver that I was only 6 years old, so I shouldn't pay the fees and all. She understood a bit of English, so all I had to do was learn from her, and I was all good.
She'd always spoil me with clothes and such, even if I rook not much relevant interest in them. She also always happened to come over for New Year's just to give me like 50 bucks, where my mom would want to tell her to keep her money for other things. I thought it was really nice of her. Looking back now, being considerate for someone else doesn't necessarily make you that kind at all...But I do admit that 50 bucks each for both me and my younger brother was a little much, if anything, so I asked her to pin it down to around 10 being fine, as long as I could buy snacks or something with it.
My babysitter was still in college though, and she was my mom's friend, so the last time we saw her before she never came to our house again was when we brought her to college down-town.[/SPOILER]
[SPOILER="Spoiler"]
And...
Here's the unhappy boo-hoo part of my life. As much as I hate it, it's became a part of who I am today.
I didn't like how people in Elementary School made fun of me because of my terrible grammar in English. Kindergarten was supposed to not painful and etc, since you're not doing so much, but there was this one girl who always was being terribly mean to me when I didn't do anything. It felt like as if she hated me for no apparent reason, and I would get bruises on my leg everyday because she would kick me while I was changing my shoes in the back. Just because my coat-hanger was beside hers and we both had pretty big backpacks to carry stuff in, she fought over who gets to go first without her shoving me aside because she wanted to change her shoes or whatever first. If I ended up going first before she went first, she would give me kicks in the leg while I was sitting and changing my shoes until I moved aside for her.
I didn't understand English at all, and since I was new to the Elementary School, I couldn't ask for help even, if I tried. My parents did not understand English either in the first place when they first came to Canada too. It was pretty tough back then. When my mom came to pick me up and all at one time, I told her what happened at school, and I expected her to do something about it. She told me, that she couldn't because she could not talk with the teachers of the school, nor did she have interpretor to do it for her. The following few days after that, all she could do when she picked me up was ask if I got hurt today.
Everytime she asked that each day, I would become quieter about it, and she totally knew the regular response I had said throughout the first weeks to her. Eventually, I didn't really feel like talking to anyone so much, because I had grown up thinking that people would always be like that to me.
My mom would always tend to the bruises I had on my legs everytime she picked my up from school. I lived and still live like 10 minutes walk away from the school, so I didn't have to even walk much at all. Although, we never held hands or anything, even if I was crying from school or whatsoever. I thought she was disgusted with me.
And at school, I would never happen to play with any of the other kids, because I didn't know how to talk to them. I was always at the painting canvases near the sink painting pictures I would bring home everyday, or at a small table drawing with crayons I got from off the shelves near the window. Although I sat alone always, I always kept drawing for a while, until it was break time. During break, I usually ate my lunch at the table that I drew at most of the time. I never happened to play tag with my classmates, nor play with the dolls like every girl did in the classroom.
I didn't care much if I had a sense of belonging or not, because, I enjoyed what I was doing anyways.
My dad was always strict, and told me that I never should cry in front of people, because he told me it was shameful. He'd always hit me with a duster whenever I cried and all, telling me to stop crying. My mom always looked at me when I was being hit, and having the bruises from that bully that Elementary School didn't help ease the pain at all. I could always tell that, she was probably scared to stop him by all means.
It continued on for about 3 years, before he stopped doing it.
I remember I always threatened him that I would tell people on him, but literally, I couldn't, because I did not how to say it in English, but he didn't seem to know that. I felt like I never wanted to be born.
My family would always make me dress in many long dresses that they receive from my grandmother, and she always sent me dresses that she bought, telling me to take Christmas pictures in them as my present to her. I always wore them to choir and other concerts.
The only time that I really talked with my parents more for the first time was when I wanted to invite them to one of my Christmas concerts with all the plays and stuff in Elementary School.
Even if I had a supporting role and not much to say, I was fine with making them smile and point at me. It made me feel so much better inside once I saw them smiling and pointing to me on the stage when I glanced at them.[/SPOILER]
/endrant. o3o
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chaolin wrote on 2011-09-30 05:33
Quote from Strawberry;602479:
[SPOILER="Spoiler"]
Comforting moments:
I always like the place where I lived, I could always walk up to the golf course with my family and pick raspberries to take home in large buckets. But store-bought ones were always so much bigger.
I always happened to pick the red ones, because the store bought ones from the local grocery store ones were red. Until I realized my dad had told me that the red ones that were hard were extremely sour, and I should pick the black ones. But since the black ones are sometimes so ripe, It'd something mush pretty quickly upon contact with my warm hands. Bringing so many raspberries home is nice, and not having to buy store ones is convenient for us.
The berries are still there right now, and so is the same old golf course we used to always pick raspberries on.
Down further from the golf course, is a duck pond, and me, my brother and my dad used to always buy bread from the local grocery store, or bring rice from home, to just feed the ducks at the pond. My dad would take pictures of me and my brother feeding the ducks. I was always scared that they would try to peck at my hand, because I always thought that bird beaks were so sharp.
I came with my dad to feed them for a while, and even take pictures too. A lot of people did the same, and it was a good way to spend some of the day relaxing at the pond.
One time, we saw two deer on the other side of the pond starring at us, and it was pretty darn amazing to me at that time. I rarely ever saw them here. I saw 3 turtles the next day near the banks of the other side of the pond. I thought they were moving rocks back then, lol.
My babysitter occasionally came over when both my dad and my mom had work to do. She always took me and my brother out for ice cream and whatsoever, and even down-town too. I loved it when we bused down-town and went out to the harbor. Because sometimes by the harbor, there would be a few seals lurking around, and it was really fun to just watch them eat the fish that was provided to people from the convenience store just above the port.
When we head back sometimes, when the bus driver questioned my age, she told me to just tell the bus driver that I was only 6 years old, so I shouldn't pay the fees and all. She understood a bit of English, so all I had to do was learn from her, and I was all good.
She'd always spoil me with clothes and such, even if I rook not much relevant interest in them. She also always happened to come over for New Year's just to give me like 50 bucks, where my mom would want to tell her to keep her money for other things. I thought it was really nice of her. Looking back now, being considerate for someone else doesn't necessarily make you that kind at all...But I do admit that 50 bucks each for both me and my younger brother was a little much, if anything, so I asked her to pin it down to around 10 being fine, as long as I could buy snacks or something with it.
My babysitter was still in college though, and she was my mom's friend, so the last time we saw her before she never came to our house again was when we brought her to college down-town.[/SPOILER]
[SPOILER="Spoiler"]
And...
Here's the unhappy boo-hoo part of my life. As much as I hate it, it's became a part of who I am today.
I didn't like how people in Elementary School made fun of me because of my terrible grammar in English. Kindergarten was supposed to not painful and etc, since you're not doing so much, but there was this one girl who always was being terribly mean to me when I didn't do anything. It felt like as if she hated me for no apparent reason, and I would get bruises on my leg everyday because she would kick me while I was changing my shoes in the back. Just because my coat-hanger was beside hers and we both had pretty big backpacks to carry stuff in, she fought over who gets to go first without her shoving me aside because she wanted to change her shoes or whatever first. If I ended up going first before she went first, she would give me kicks in the leg while I was sitting and changing my shoes until I moved aside for her.
I didn't understand English at all, and since I was new to the Elementary School, I couldn't ask for help even, if I tried. My parents did not understand English either in the first place when they first came to Canada too. It was pretty tough back then. When my mom came to pick me up and all at one time, I told her what happened at school, and I expected her to do something about it. She told me, that she couldn't because she could not talk with the teachers of the school, nor did she have interpretor to do it for her. The following few days after that, all she could do when she picked me up was ask if I got hurt today.
Everytime she asked that each day, I would become quieter about it, and she totally knew the regular response I had said throughout the first weeks to her. Eventually, I didn't really feel like talking to anyone so much, because I had grown up thinking that people would always be like that to me.
My mom would always tend to the bruises I had on my legs everytime she picked my up from school. I lived and still live like 10 minutes walk away from the school, so I didn't have to even walk much at all. Although, we never held hands or anything, even if I was crying from school or whatsoever. I thought she was disgusted with me.
And at school, I would never happen to play with any of the other kids, because I didn't know how to talk to them. I was always at the painting canvases near the sink painting pictures I would bring home everyday, or at a small table drawing with crayons I got from off the shelves near the window. Although I sat alone always, I always kept drawing for a while, until it was break time. During break, I usually ate my lunch at the table that I drew at most of the time. I never happened to play tag with my classmates, nor play with the dolls like every girl did in the classroom.
I didn't care much if I had a sense of belonging or not, because, I enjoyed what I was doing anyways.
My dad was always strict, and told me that I never should cry in front of people, because he told me it was shameful. He'd always hit me with a duster whenever I cried and all, telling me to stop crying. My mom always looked at me when I was being hit, and having the bruises from that bully that Elementary School didn't help ease the pain at all. I could always tell that, she was probably scared to stop him by all means.
It continued on for about 3 years, before he stopped doing it.
I remember I always threatened him that I would tell people on him, but literally, I couldn't, because I did not how to say it in English, but he didn't seem to know that. I felt like I never wanted to be born.
My family would always make me dress in many long dresses that they receive from my grandmother, and she always sent me dresses that she bought, telling me to take Christmas pictures in them as my present to her. I always wore them to choir and other concerts.
The only time that I really talked with my parents more for the first time was when I wanted to invite them to one of my Christmas concerts with all the plays and stuff in Elementary School.
Even if I had a supporting role and not much to say, I was fine with making them smile and point at me. It made me feel so much better inside once I saw them smiling and pointing to me on the stage when I glanced at them.[/SPOILER]
/endrant. o3o
Sounds Asian O_O
My Dad never let me cry in public and was always a **** about it.