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Friday, June 25, 2010 9:12 AM

CHRISISALL

What's your VERY FIRST memory that you can access?

Mine is trying to grab my toes with some kind of dangle-y thing above me, a purely visual memory.

The laughing Chrisisall

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Friday, June 25, 2010 9:20 AM

BYTEMITE

I was two, and watching my dad toss a tennis ball to my old dog. It was near sunset, in the summer, and the colours were incredibly vivid.

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Friday, June 25, 2010 12:13 PM

LWAVES

I was either late into my 3's or early 4.
I'd fallen on and cut my elbow open on some old corrugated iron leaning up against a corrugated iron shed. It was bleeding a lot, I felt queasy and my mate led me into the kitchen where my Mum promptly screamed at me coz blood was getting on the (new last year) kitchen floor and told me to get out the house.
Then she saw exactly how much blood there was and called me back in, looking a little pale herself at this point. She told my mate to hold a towel on my elbow whilst she called an ambulance.
Several hours later I was discharged having been told that I had lost a LOT of blood from the deep wound (I still have the scar) that almost hit the bone.

Not my favourite memory but my most vivid early one.

"The greatest invention ever is not the wheel. It's the second wheel." - Rich Hall

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Friday, June 25, 2010 1:54 PM

BRIGLAD

Being scared because of the weird monsters hopping around on the TV and My mom comforting me. I was two and the monsters were Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walking on the Moon.

PN if you take this off into a tangent about your moon landing conspiracy theories... I'll sick River on you. Backed up By Cameron... Nauh

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Friday, June 25, 2010 2:07 PM

CHRISISALL

My first visceral memory was burning my leg at about two under a hot-water-fed radiator (God, I'm ancient

). I, also, still have the scar.

The laughing Chrisisall

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010 1:39 PM

SHINYGOODGUY

The only thing that comes to mind is comparing....well, exploring the possibilities with the 4 y.o. blond who lived next door. I shit you not.

I remember asking her "Where's your peepee?"

It was as interesting as it was puzzling. Somehow we both knew it was somewhat naughty becuase we both whispered while in the bathroom.

And I have been puzzling ever since. What odd, yet beautiful creatures. God, I love women!

SGG

Tawabawho?

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010 2:29 PM

CHRISISALL

I was 5 when I kissed my first girl. It was, umm.. okay.
Later it was better!

The laughing Chrisisall

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010 3:10 PM

THEPLAGIARIST

I believe my first memory is from sometime around age 2. I can remember looking down a set of stairs, I think I fell down them right after that, which is probably why I remember it.

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010 3:52 PM

THEHAPPYTRADER

I was 3 I was playings with my toy cars under my baby sister's crib. The house was almost entirely carpet and the plastic mat thingy under the crib was the better for rolling cars on than the kitchen. I had a routine where I would play cars under the bead until she woke up, and then I would pull her out of the crib, usually by the head and neck cause it was the only part of her I could reach. Mom always wondered how she was getting out of her crib and walker things when she could barely move until the caught me in the act one day and freaked out. Me and my sister couldn't figure out what the problem was lol.

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Tuesday, February 21, 2012 9:48 PM

OONJERAH

A warm, sunny day in the backyard with white picket fence, flowers blooming the length of it. I was between 2 & 3.
I watched the bees working the flowers and thought how cute they were. They were fuzzy like a Teddy bear and must be
friendly. So I picked one up and it stung me. I must have cried, but I don't remember more. No scar.
I still like the bees.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2012 3:44 AM

SIMONWHO

Struggling to get over the step in the hallway and then looking into the huge mirror at the end - I realised that the small child I could see in the mirror was me. Slightly freaky really that my first memory was the moment of self-realisation.

My second memory is Tom Baker turning into Peter Davison.

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