Spinoff: on the How Old threadFollow

Hurricane Gloria in '85, although I have short/spotty memories before then. But Gloria was the most specific, clear memory I have. We had a swamp in the backyard at the time, in CT, and there were a lot of tree's down. It wasn't terribly horrific in terms of damage (very minor damage to houses and whatnot), but being young and seeing large branches, some broken windows, and trees down in the area you typically visit to play created some pretty clear cut memories.

The other one I have from that same year is the genius my father displayed deciding to let his 5 year old son sit in the seat of the "rather fast" go-kart and testing it as he was fixing for a friends teenage son. I dragged that old ******* a good 20 feet on his knees before he let go, and I tore across the street and crashed into a picket fence. Hot stuff!

I remember my big boy underwear. (3ish?)
Superman Underoos.

(& People wonder why I have almost 20 years worth of comics?)

I also remember running around nekkid with a towel for a cape saying Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na BAT-MAN!

First real historic event I remember was Reagen winning Reelection.
My Dad voted for Dukakis.

I have the advantage of having moved a few times in my very young years, which helps me date several of my earliest memories. Not just houses, but bedrooms. I was in one house when I was 1, a different house when I was 2, then the house I lived in between the ages of 3 and 6, my bedroom was in 3 different rooms, over the years. Me and my younger sister started out in a small room in the back of the house, then we were moved into a front room, then later again she kept that room and I was moved into the other front room, on my own.

So I know a fleeting memory I have of a wicker chair is from when I was about 1.

The memories I have of sneaking out of the house alone and crossing the road to visit the big girls in the High School over the road, I know I'm 2. I also remember the fight clearly I had with my mother later when she discovered what I'd been doing and had a heart attack over me crossing a road alone without her or anyone.

I don't remember eating the chicken shit when I was 2. Thanks Mum, I really needed to know that. There are also other things that you don't need to know about that happened when I was 1, 2 and 3.

The memory of taking my frightened little sister into my bed and comforting her through an hours long thunderstorm, I can reconstruct our ages and know that I was 4 and she was 1, hard as it is to believe, because we were living in the back bedroom for that memorable storm.

My sister was 2 and I was 5 in the front bedroom, where I had the top bunk-bed, and she told me she had seen fairies glowing with coloured light in the bedroom curtains.

And I had the other front room all to myself at 6 when I a)very uncharacteristically wet the bed one night, b)had a spectacular athsma attack and c)found my wrist watch after it having been missing for most of a year.

Yeah, having grown up in the same house until I left for college, I can't be sure which memories pre-dated others.

I do remember drawing on the wall with my own ***** and how thrilling that was. SO FUN! But I think my mother disagreed. So another budding artist was discouraged.

I remember when walking wasn't easy, and in fact it was easier to run to maintain my balance. That must have been pretty early on.

My memory is...odd, I think. I barely remember peoples names, minor events, lessons, etc. Yet, I remember concepts and how to accomplish specific tasks extremely well (I'm very good at math and sciences, suck at languages as a result). I think my first memory is from grade 1, it was a fist fight. Next is probably a year later, different school. I remember facts, I know when I was where, but I couldn't pull out specific memories from any given time period.

This reminds me of my jaundice bed.

I had fallen asleep on the couch at home. I woke up because Dad was carrying me up the stairs to bed. I pretended to be asleep as he continued up the stairs before gently tucking me into my bed. I remember him kissing me before gently closing the door. His moustache tickled and was scented of tobacco and the resulting smoke. I'm glad he shaved that off shortly after.

That was just after we moved as I did not have my own room till I was 2 or 3 and I remember it being novel and new to have my own bed.

Holy god, now THAT is f'ucked is up.

I know, right?

Even for an incestuous baby-raper Katie's grandpa had atrocious taste in women.

And in the same vein, it appears her father did, too. I mean, wow, who could have ever guessed Katie's mother was a *****, too?

Old Joph is Old.

I was really young when St. Helens blew. Really, Really young. So it would almost have to be.

I just recalled two from when I was two (ha!), one from Christmas when I tried to rip off Santa's beard (Santa was my mum that year), and the other one from one of the times drunk fUCkslap uncle #1 put me on top of our masonry heater and left me there.

I can mostly place these because some stuff has been documented on film, some people (like said uncle) vanished from my life early on, and activities at daycare changed when I learned to read.
The creme thing is something my mum remembered, too, and we talked about it recently.

The first crystal clear memory I have is in the computer lab where my dad taught ASVAB classes. I remember a lot of time in that lab, but what sticks out the most is watching him play Majong on the one color monitor there.

This is one reason why I equate computer labs with security and happiness.