weird old memories

[urgeok]

i just described an oddball memory i had in the Last Seen Movie thread ..
it was an insignificant thing but it somehow stuck in my head.

it made me think of another far older.

My uncle took me to see planet of the apes when it 1st came out - it was 1968 so i was 7 .. this is almost 40 years ago !

i remember going to a store after the movie got out and my uncle buying me a couple packs of bubblegum cards of the planet of the apes. (shit - they'd be worth a fortune now)

parts of the memory are sketchy - but the feeling is still very strong.

anyone have some really early memories .. not nessessarily movie related - but just weird in the fact that you remember them at all ?

[Miss Olivia]

I remember sitting on my grandad's floor reading his magazines and looking over to notice that his toenails were at least an inch and a half long and curved like talons. I was about five. I had nightmares about wrinkly scary bird-men for a while after that.

[novakru]

I remember being in Colorado in 1978 with my step-brother , walking down the side of a highway and thinking how cool it was to be hangin with him and I should enjoy this because it's not going to be for much longer.
3 months later I was an ex-step kid and I never saw him again.
I always wish I could have told him how much I really cared about him and how much I appreciated how nice he was to me.
It meant so much in those turbulant times.


My earliest wierd memory was being in the crib and not being able to do much of anything...and being frustrated by that fact (but not really understanding what 'frustrated' meant )

[crabapple]

I remember being about two, and looking at the electrical cord running from a ceiling lamp...trying to figure out what the cord was for, and getting some vague impression that the lamp somehow needed the cord to light up. From around the same time, I remember looking at a couch and wondering what the hell it was! (You know, like, "What is that WEIRD SHAPE??")

[kpropain]

When I was first born we lived with my moms parents for about six months, well my grandparents house used to have these saloon style swinging doors that went from the kitchen to the den...I was talking to my mom one day about this and was telling her how I remembered those doors, and she was amazed by the fact of how I could remember that being as young as I was then...I still don't know why that image sticks out in my mind but it does...

[stubbornforgey]

smoke gets in your eyes..the platters

When ever i hear this..it reminds me of my 1st crush.
He sat me on is knee and promised that one day he would come back and marry
me..which he never did.
:(
one of the farmhands
oh i forgot..i was about 7/8 yrs old ..he was 20 something :o
he used to always sing this song

[Phalanx]

I remember when I was at pre-school, I would hide in the same "ingenious" place every time when my mother came to get me, there was a jungle gym type thing with a giant round plastic area you could go inside, holes of different shapes all around, kind of like a giant childs toy. I remember that oddly well.

I remember my dog being hit by a bull, and having to have his leg amputated, and how weirded out I was when I saw him without the leg for the first time - age 5.

I remember I used to live in a house, by the side there was a drainpipe with frogs inside.

To this day I remember the dream that scared me most as a kid, to the point that I can think about it, from beggining to end...and kind of remember the dread.

[The Flayed One]

When I was three, I sprayed RAID in my eyes. I remember looking at the nozzle of the can because I wanted to see it come out. Then I remember having water ran over my eyes to flush it out. Don't remember the pain, though.

[Vodstok]

I remember being little and being fascinated by the Dungeons and Dragons cartoon. I had always had a good imagination, but that really sent it through the roof. I also remember that i loved in indiana at the time, and heard horror stories that playing d&d summoned the devil, and that people who played it were satanic witches who wore black hooded robes and melted babies into candles.

Yay. Christian teachers...

This coming from a state where on eo fthe students had some pretty severe congenital birth defects (Low IQ, bad eyesight... One leg an inch shorter than the other)

His family had a pig in it. Not a PET pig, but the pig was an actual family member... its hard to describe. Oh yeah, in years since, i realized that that kid (he was very nice, he really was) was clearly a 2nd or 3rd generation product of inbreeding.... Lovely state, indiana....

No offence to MovieMan, he's a good one, but damn, no really good memories of that place....

[The Flayed One]

Lovely state, indiana....

No offence to MovieMan, he's a good one, but damn, no really good memories of that place....

I can't wait to get the fuck out of here:mad:

[Haunted]

Vod, I'm gonna cry. I loved the old Dungeons and Dragons cartoon.

I have all sorts of weird memories, so I'll give my oldest. When I was a year old, I had my adenoids taken out. I remember being on the operating table, and being given red liquid in what looked like one of those catchup cups at fast food joints. (I think it was a mild sedative). The last thing I remember is seeing the light above my head and the doctor's face just before slipping into unconsciousness.

[ShankS]

The weirdest and, most uncomfortable memories I have go back to my early school years, around the ages of between 5 to 7 we used to get milk deliveries to the school. Every kid would be given a bottle of milk and a straw and we were forced to drink it mid morning, before we were let out into the school yard. I was always the last one to finish the stuff. That white bottle was an abomination in my eyes. I truely hated the stuff, one sniff and a mouthfull would make me reach so much I'd get yak rise up my throat.

To this day, when I smell milk I get visions of myself sitting at my desk in class, with the teacher there staring at me waiting for me to finish it. I can't drink milk on it's own, the taste and smell is just too much.

[Vodstok]

Its amazing the shit teacher and other people who are supposed to be caring for kids do to them.

Lily's teachers are in for a hard time if they aren't obviously there to teach and look after the kids. Bree and I suffered quite a bit as kids at the hands of teachers who were either apathetic or cruel....

[ShankS]

Its amazing the shit teacher and other people who are supposed to be caring for kids do to them.

Lily's teachers are in for a hard time if they aren't obviously there to teach and look after the kids. Bree and I suffered quite a bit as kids at the hands of teachers who were either apathetic or cruel....


Schools in the uk, not so much in my time, had some real bastard hard teachers. They made the buildings feel like part of some sort of lock up. The places were dull, the lessons were pretty strict and any messing about and you'd get lynched and straight to the headmasters office. I remeber the first day at secondry school iirc I was 11. All the new kids were gathered in the main hall to meet the headmaster and his deputy, for a lecture on obedience. They told us about the concequences for failing to keep within the school rules.... you'd get the cane. On the table next to them, there was a large glass vase full of vinegar, and dipped in it were several 5 foot canes. Every Fridays morning assembly, that vase was on display on a window ledge, just to remind everyone.

It's all changed now. Schools and teachers are afraid to cause any sort of grief to a student for fear of retribution through the courts.

[stubbornforgey]

Its amazing the shit teacher and other people who are supposed to be caring for kids do to them.

Lily's teachers are in for a hard time if they aren't obviously there to teach and look after the kids. Bree and I suffered quite a bit as kids at the hands of teachers who were either apathetic or cruel....

this is so true..in fact try being a foreigner in a srange school ..
em the one of the many children in the family who is not white.(theres only 6 of us) very cruel..but when your a spoilt little bitch at home..you tend to make your own rules.
Got to a point where at the nice age of young..i was the school wanker..i used to charge kids to get into the gates..me and my posse' had a gate each.
And if i got so much as looked at in the wrong way..i would go running to my brothers ,.,who were very popular and they would deal to the 1st grader.
'till my mum found out n whopped my sorry ass'..gummy bitch. :o

[Haunted]

Oh my teachers were horrible. Remember how, if you were the slightest bit different they would single you out. You could have red hair, or be from another country or state. It was awful.

I had one teacher that was so bad. She would totally belittle me in front of the students to such an extent that they actually felt bad.

Also, when you look back... Feel proud.

However, on with the weird memories... Anybody got and truly creepy memories?

[Haunted]

You were supposed to play it forwards first.:D

[Phalanx]

I remember at a pretty young age, taking a picture of a dead bird on a drive between nsw and victoria...it was on the floor of a gas station on this crazy-long, near desolate country road. There was old cobblestones on the floor of this gas station, the bird was on them, and seemed to have the same colour scheme, so there it was, dead, and I decided to take one of my first photos ever.
I remember the photo itself, and I remember taking the picture, and that gas station in a vivid amount of detail.

[stubbornforgey]

shit..today while i was shopping..i passed an antique store and came across
this old money tin kinda thingy..
Its a negro face with his mouth wide open and you put the coin on the palm of his hand..push this bar thingy and the hand drops the money into his mouth..
I remember my grandfather had one of those..and i remember how sooooooooo amused i was at the fact that this dude could swallow coins like that..i would try to imitate him and try and swallow all my coins.
The smaller coins went down well..but the bigger 50's and 20'cent pieces almost killed me. :o

[crabapple]

It's the VERY early 70's and I'm just a few years old. I am messing around one morning in front of the house, sitting on the driveway in the half-shade, and I have a small battery-powered transistor radio. Adjusting the tuner I come across a strange sound. Rock 'n' roll music! I've never heard it before, or if I did I never recognized it. But I recognize it now...I can tell it's that stuff they call "rock music"...and it sounds like evil! Electric guitars, this sound definitely has a sinister quality. Dark...but pretty at the same time.

[Pasceni]

I remember before I could walk and was still in Diapers how I crawled over to an aspirin someone dropped on the floor and popped it into my mouth. After tasting it, I spit it back out.

I remember my mother giving me whiskey to put me to sleep.

[orangestar]

I remember in my preschool days when I was obsessed with dogs, but I didn't have one. I remember telling one of the preschool bullies that I had a Collie. She didn't believe me. That is my first memory of lying to someone.

[Roderick Usher]

It's the early 70's and I'm 5 years-old. My younger sister is playing with the neighbor's chihuahua, Taco (yes, the dog's name really was Taco, I shit you not) by pciking up the yappy little monster and promptly dropping him.

The AM radio is playing "Charlie Brown" by the Coasters on the all-50's-all-the-time station when it happens.

SNAP!

Taco has taken a bite out of my little sister.

Blood. Screaming. My dad scoops my sister into his arms, her nose dangles by the right nostril, flapping every time she shakes her head in pain. Shannon is only three. The family is in action.

We're in the station wagon. Mom Drives. Dad pulls off his ever-present white v-nick t-shirt (it was a Sunday, the old man still walks around in a white v-neck t-shirt on Sundays and Sundays only) because the shirt is no longer white. He presses the crimson rag to Shannon's gushing nose.

I stare at the old man's back. He has a large mole. I stare at it, focus on it, because the blood is freaking me out.

The old man's mole or the song "Charlie Brown"

That's all it takes to bring that moment racing back for me.

And yeah, she's fine. Her nose is more up-turned than the rest of the family, but she's still beautiful.