I remember my first day at school, which would have been 1999 (4yrs). I recall sitting down in a circle and learning everyone's names then playing with some lego.
Also when we got the new millennia benches at school and playing with those finger skateboard things on them.
Another one was when the bell rang for lunch and I was running to the field, I fell over on the concrete and scraped the skin off my left forearm, still got faint scratch scars. When it happened it reminded me of a cat scratch but huge.
I was almost 2, I think. I was born in Japan (am an American Air Force brat) and we had just moved to our current state. It was one of my first few days of preschool in the US and I had this obsession with a Kermit the Frog figurine. I wouldn't let any of the other kids play with it.
Mine is when I was I think 4 (before I started school) I was in the hall of my house and the door opened and my mum came home from work and I hugged her.
My sister chasing me through Tesco with a trolley and running me over when i was 3.
Picking my nose in nursery and another kid warning me that if you stick your finger too far up your nose, your head will pop off. I don't pick my nose anymore, not because it disgusting or unhygienic, but because even though its very unlikely my head would pop off, i don't wanna tempt fate.
When I was 6/7 years old I split my head open because I cracked it off of the Hail Mary statue in school.
Basically I went to a Roman catholic primary school (I think it's Elementary school in the USA?), and in our classroom we had this small statue of Mary at the table near the door (we used it during prayer time in assembly). I can't remember too much of what happened but I recall my class having to line up near the door to leave the room and since my class wasn't the most well behaved, we were goofing around a lot when the teacher wasn't looking.
At some point I joined a mini game of tag with some of my classmates, and my best friend at the time advanced on me to tag me and not looking where I was going, I walked backwards, tripped over someone's feet and cracked my skull off of the statue.
My mum and dad then had to come and collect me from the office, which wasn't really surprising given I used to get injured a lot as a kid.
Edit:/ Also I don't know how, but my skull somehow managed to break the hands off of the statue. A statue that's been in that school for 40 years and I was the one who broke it xD
So around 3 or 4 I had this weird fetish with slamming doors. I don't know why, really. I was 4 and nobody stopped me from doing it so I thought it was all right. Well, one day, I slammed the bathroom door on my dominant hand by accident and broke my thumb. You would think someone, even a 4 year old kid, would think twice about slamming doors again, right? But no. Oh, no. About a week later I slam the front door on the same hand and broke my pinky. Only after that did I come to my senses and keep my hands the hell away from the door frame. I still have the two cricked fingers to this day.
Another one that strangely sticks out in my memory was being at a friend's house. He was like 13 and his dad invited us over for a get-together. The guy and his kid was talking all animatedly to my parents about his train which he set up and decorated on a table, and overall it was pretty cool. Any normal kid would want to get a closer look, but I remember just randomly grabbing a yoga ball in the corner of the room and throwing it. Coincidentally, it smashed into the guy's train and broke the engine. Needless to say I was in some huge-ass trouble after we left and we were never invited to the guy's house again. What a great memory.
I couldn't tie my shoes when I was 5 or 6, so when my shoe came untied, I would always delay having my parents tie my shoes for as long as I could. Of course, this came with some awesome karma. I was outside, about to go in and see a new house my family had bought, when my mom told my my shoe was untied. I, being the master-untied-shoe-navigator, told her we could tie it later. She nagged me a while but I just ignored her and went inside to join my dad and brother. The house was being renovated, so the flooring was out and most of it was concrete. I stood by my dad and brother for a second, and after I while I went to take a step. Little did I know, my oblivious brother had moved and had been standing on my shoelace. Luck has always been on my side, though, and so I of course ended up falling down two stairs that dropped down into the living room. I faceplanted on the second stair, knocking out my one of my front teeth, and I was occasionally called "Hobo Joe" until my adult tooth grew in. My childhood was great.
Looking out the window of a plane and seeing the tops of snowy mountains. I must have been around 3 years old. And also, memories of being with my mom. She had a troubled life and couldn't get to see me a lot. She passed away when I was 10 years old.
I remember being a shithead when I was 4 and opening like 3 presents 2 weeks before christmas without realizing it was still 2 weeks away from from christmas, but I don't remember anything before that.
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Playing Mario Party 1 and Mario Kart 64 with my older sister and my dad. Also co-op playing Luigi's Mansion with my dad.
I have some school memories.
I remember my first day at school, which would have been 1999 (4yrs). I recall sitting down in a circle and learning everyone's names then playing with some lego.
Also when we got the new millennia benches at school and playing with those finger skateboard things on them.
Another one was when the bell rang for lunch and I was running to the field, I fell over on the concrete and scraped the skin off my left forearm, still got faint scratch scars. When it happened it reminded me of a cat scratch but huge.
That corpse never reanimated thankfully
Luigi's Mansion doesn't have co-op...?
I guess I could've phrased it better. We would take turns playing the game.
I was almost 2, I think. I was born in Japan (am an American Air Force brat) and we had just moved to our current state. It was one of my first few days of preschool in the US and I had this obsession with a Kermit the Frog figurine. I wouldn't let any of the other kids play with it.
Overall, it was pretty fond.
Mine is when I was I think 4 (before I started school) I was in the hall of my house and the door opened and my mum came home from work and I hugged her.
My sister chasing me through Tesco with a trolley and running me over when i was 3.
Picking my nose in nursery and another kid warning me that if you stick your finger too far up your nose, your head will pop off. I don't pick my nose anymore, not because it disgusting or unhygienic, but because even though its very unlikely my head would pop off, i don't wanna tempt fate.
When I was 6/7 years old I split my head open because I cracked it off of the Hail Mary statue in school.
Basically I went to a Roman catholic primary school (I think it's Elementary school in the USA?), and in our classroom we had this small statue of Mary at the table near the door (we used it during prayer time in assembly). I can't remember too much of what happened but I recall my class having to line up near the door to leave the room and since my class wasn't the most well behaved, we were goofing around a lot when the teacher wasn't looking.
At some point I joined a mini game of tag with some of my classmates, and my best friend at the time advanced on me to tag me and not looking where I was going, I walked backwards, tripped over someone's feet and cracked my skull off of the statue.
My mum and dad then had to come and collect me from the office, which wasn't really surprising given I used to get injured a lot as a kid.
Edit:/ Also I don't know how, but my skull somehow managed to break the hands off of the statue. A statue that's been in that school for 40 years and I was the one who broke it xD
So around 3 or 4 I had this weird fetish with slamming doors. I don't know why, really. I was 4 and nobody stopped me from doing it so I thought it was all right. Well, one day, I slammed the bathroom door on my dominant hand by accident and broke my thumb. You would think someone, even a 4 year old kid, would think twice about slamming doors again, right? But no. Oh, no. About a week later I slam the front door on the same hand and broke my pinky. Only after that did I come to my senses and keep my hands the hell away from the door frame. I still have the two cricked fingers to this day.
Another one that strangely sticks out in my memory was being at a friend's house. He was like 13 and his dad invited us over for a get-together. The guy and his kid was talking all animatedly to my parents about his train which he set up and decorated on a table, and overall it was pretty cool. Any normal kid would want to get a closer look, but I remember just randomly grabbing a yoga ball in the corner of the room and throwing it. Coincidentally, it smashed into the guy's train and broke the engine. Needless to say I was in some huge-ass trouble after we left and we were never invited to the guy's house again. What a great memory.
I couldn't tie my shoes when I was 5 or 6, so when my shoe came untied, I would always delay having my parents tie my shoes for as long as I could. Of course, this came with some awesome karma. I was outside, about to go in and see a new house my family had bought, when my mom told my my shoe was untied. I, being the master-untied-shoe-navigator, told her we could tie it later. She nagged me a while but I just ignored her and went inside to join my dad and brother. The house was being renovated, so the flooring was out and most of it was concrete. I stood by my dad and brother for a second, and after I while I went to take a step. Little did I know, my oblivious brother had moved and had been standing on my shoelace. Luck has always been on my side, though, and so I of course ended up falling down two stairs that dropped down into the living room. I faceplanted on the second stair, knocking out my one of my front teeth, and I was occasionally called "Hobo Joe" until my adult tooth grew in. My childhood was great.
Looking out the window of a plane and seeing the tops of snowy mountains. I must have been around 3 years old. And also, memories of being with my mom. She had a troubled life and couldn't get to see me a lot. She passed away when I was 10 years old.
I remember being a shithead when I was 4 and opening like 3 presents 2 weeks before christmas without realizing it was still 2 weeks away from from christmas, but I don't remember anything before that.