How Far Back Does Your Memory Go??
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#13
I can remember one memory from the age of 2, although I had a dream one where I went back in time and talked to myself when I was only a few months old. Depending on what you believe this is entirely possible, so maybe it wasn't what most folks call a 'dream'. Anyway, one memory from 2, and then from 3 onwards.
Funnily enough, the older I get the more I remember from childhood.
Oh, and for those of you who have kids and want them to be able to read without relying on the education system to 'teach' them for you, do yourself a favor and hunt down some Golden Books like Begle1's. Golden Books are the best!!!!!
Funnily enough, the older I get the more I remember from childhood.
Oh, and for those of you who have kids and want them to be able to read without relying on the education system to 'teach' them for you, do yourself a favor and hunt down some Golden Books like Begle1's. Golden Books are the best!!!!!
#14
#16
My mom was sick or in the hospital, and my dad was in the kitchen in the evening, baking a pie from scratch (from memory!), cleaning up after himself as he went as he always did, and I came in to the kitchen, and he let me help by "doing the dishes". He filled the already clean sink with fresh warm water and Joy dish soap (I can still see the yellow bottle), make it all bubbly and gave me a spoon and pie pan and let me have a lot of fun "helping"! I was 2or 3 at the most. That's one of my earliest and best memories!
It will have been 6 years this December since my dad died. Love you Dad!
It will have been 6 years this December since my dad died. Love you Dad!
#17
actually thinking back at time frames, I remember being there when my sister was born (yes they brought me in for the whole thing) but all I remember from it was standing next to my grandfather and watching him stand up real straight and put his hands in his pockets, so I did the same.
I would have just turned 3 at that point.
I would have just turned 3 at that point.
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#20
My mom was sick or in the hospital, and my dad was in the kitchen in the evening, baking a pie from scratch (from memory!), cleaning up after himself as he went as he always did, and I came in to the kitchen, and he let me help by "doing the dishes". He filled the already clean sink with fresh warm water and Joy dish soap (I can still see the yellow bottle), make it all bubbly and gave me a spoon and pie pan and let me have a lot of fun "helping"! I was 2or 3 at the most. That's one of my earliest and best memories!
It will have been 6 years this December since my dad died. Love you Dad!
It will have been 6 years this December since my dad died. Love you Dad!
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