Diesel Bombers - How Far Back Does Your Memory Go??

I can remember some things to before kindergarten; I'll write up some of the more salient ones.

I remember being dropped off at daycare and crying constantly. Nap-time was the worse; I remember the little half-inch thick blue mats that we were supposed to sleep on, but they were covered in plastic and near where they hinged in half the plastic was coming apart so it'd poke me. The fear of being poked was one of the reasons I hated naptime. My mother convinced the staff that I would only fall asleep if they rubbed my back, so I'd get my back rubbed every day, but I still hated it.

One time I woke up early during naptime, or only pretended to be asleep until the staff went away, and I got up and took a book from a wall of books, then sat down at a table to "read" it. The book was "Brave Firemen", we had the same book at home. (Incidentally, I can't find the book anywhere and would buy it if I could; it was about firemen responding to a fire, I think it explained all their different trucks.) Anyways, I was sitting at a little table with this book when I was supposed to be sleeping, and the teacher lady comes by and asks me something like, "Is that your book?"

And I answered truthfully and said "yes", then she said I wasn't supposed to have it and I was supposed to be sleeping. Then she made me go back and lay on the prickly mat. I remember the event because it was the first time I realized that sometimes it was better to lie, that lying about the book might have had a better outcome for me.

The other event I remember at that daycare was at play-time one day, we could see the street through the fence, and there was one SUV (burgundy I think) that was sitting at the light in between two lanes, so he was straddling the lane divider line. For some reason that struck me, and I went on for a few years thinking that cars were supposed to travel straddling the lines on the road rather than staying in between the cars on the road.

We lived in the mountains, one time (following a kegger, I think) I remember peeing into a hole in the ground, and had a rattlesnake pop out of the hole while I was peeing in it. I'm pretty sure it really happened, but it might have just been my overactive imagination. I vividly recall the diamondback pattern, and I ran inside and told my mom and dad but I don't think anybody believed me. Us kids always pretended that snakes lived in holes, but we were always told otherways.

I remember breaking a piece of tree branch off of the big tree in front of my house while being quizzed which way was "North"; I pointed up, and was told that North really wasn't "up" as much as "that away".

I remember that between the living-room carpet and the kitchen linoleum there were some prickly nail heads sticking up, and after I stepped on the nail heads I'd cry and my father would dutifully pound on the nails with a hammer. At one point I either only pretended to get hurt or I intentionally stepped on the nails to get hurt, and while my dad went to get the hammer my mother said something along the lines of "knock it off, he just needs to learn to not step on the nails". At one point he was using a rubber deadblow hammer; it took me years before I learned what a rubber hammer was good for.

I remember "learning to swim" in the jacuzzi; I'd float in the middle while my father would hold me up and I flapped my arms around.

After my parents got divorced and my mother left the house I remember spilling a big cup of Gatorade while eating dinner with my dad, and I sopped it up a sock and started sucking the Gatorade out of the sock... And my dad said something along the lines of, "don't suck that Gatorade out of that sock".

I remember finding one of those little plastic clips that hold plastic bread bags shut, and I asked my father what it was. He told me, and I asked him if I could use it for anything; he suggested that if I had a club house I could use it to hold the curtains up. I held onto that clip for a while, thinking one day I might have a club house

I remember that a neighbor family had three cute daughters, I figured I'd marry one one day. One of them was my first introduction to braces; she'd babysit me. There was this one time when I was on top of her with a pair of plastic pliers, and I said to open her mouth, and she asked "why?", and I said that I was going to pull the wires out. She got up real fast.

I remember my mom telling me to pee in the bathtub once. I don't remember why I had to that one time, but I always wanted to afterwards but never had permission.

Since this isn't in The Badlands, I won't get into my sexual fantasies.

Of course, my real thorough memories begin once I started kindergarten. They're only scattered before that.

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Woohoo, I found my book!

The Great Big Fire Engine Book (Big Little Golden Books) by - Powell's Books