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11-14-2006, 06:11 AM
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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.
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11-14-2006, 06:21 AM
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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.
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11-14-2006, 06:25 AM
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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....
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11-14-2006, 06:37 AM
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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.
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11-14-2006, 08:49 AM
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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
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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?
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12-11-2006, 10:59 AM
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You were supposed to play it forwards first.:D
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12-11-2006, 11:43 AM
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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.
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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
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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.
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