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johnnydawg68

Chairperson, People's Front of Saint Domingo
Memory is a funny thing. I can remember very specific events from my childhood that weren't particularly life altering, just specific recall of details about a moment or a day. Whereas there are times I can't remember what someone told me 2 days ago sometimes.

One of mine is everytime the summer rolls around, I recall a Monday night in 1976 when I was about 7 out in the yard trying to catch fireflies in a glass jar with my sister. I remember the day because Mark "The Bird" Fidrych was pitching on Monday Night Baseball that night during his legendary rookie season (that will mean nothing to my English friends - but it's an "anchor" for that memory). There's not particular reason to remember that night, I just do.

Anyone have that too?
 

Memory is a funny thing. I can remember very specific events from my childhood that weren't particularly life altering, just specific recall of details about a moment or a day. Whereas there are times I can't remember what someone told me 2 days ago sometimes.

One of mine is everytime the summer rolls around, I recall a Monday night in 1976 when I was about 7 out in the yard trying to catch fireflies in a glass jar with my sister. I remember the day because Mark "The Bird" Fidrych was pitching on Monday Night Baseball that night during his legendary rookie season (that will mean nothing to my English friends - but it's an "anchor" for that memory). There's not particular reason to remember that night, I just do.

Anyone have that too?

Funny this mate i am exactly the same. Remembering random days from childhood. ie falling over and hurting my knee in tenby and my dad picking me up rubbing it better, i must have been no more than 3 or 4 i think
 
I can remember general things when I was a kid, about 7 or 8. There was a big field in front of our house. In the summer my elder brothers and their friends would put the big speakers from my brother's 'Rigonda Bolshoi' stereo in the front garden. Blasting out 'Steeley Dan' and the like while we sun bathed, played football or cricket, climbed trees (in my case). My elder brothers and sisters would send me to the shop for ciggies and let me keep the change for sweets. Cool.
 
I remember being sat on the stairs and needing a sh*t really bad. I was about 4 and I didn't sh*t my pants.

I also remember getting legged by this big Alsation. I probably did crap my pants on that one like.
 

I'm like Rain Man when it comes to remembering odd things, yet I can read a page of a book and not remember anything seconds later....A wondering mind it appears
 
I remember being sat on the stairs and needing a sh*t really bad. I was about 4 and I didn't sh*t my pants.

I also remember getting legged by this big Alsation. I probably did crap my pants on that one like.

I think we're related, I have on many occasion been assaulted by Alsations, no other type of dog, just those hairy beasts. Once just cycling past on bike cause one to fume, break his lead knock me off and bite me on the leg. As a weird kind of Irony my parents moved us just down the road from the counties police training centre where they trained whole platoons of the feckers.

Oh I also remember needing a **** really bad only I didn't have the control you did and it escaped. I lobbed the offending undergarments and their package into a half built house and ran away. There ended my criminal career
 

I have an ace memory when it comes to insignificant, menial things. I mean almost photographic!

But when I want actually want to remember something I'm useless.
 
Nope. I can hardly remember a thing until I was 10. 10-15 is still a huge blur too :/
 
I can never remember the year things happened....I can remember everything about a festival I went to, but no idea when it was

Also, I find music makes me remember stuff quite a lot. An album will always remind me of a time of a year it came out
 
I remember being sat on the stairs and needing a sh*t really bad. I was about 4 and I didn't sh*t my pants.

I also remember getting legged by this big Alsation. I probably did crap my pants on that one like.
Did it bum you or bite you?
There was this big black labrador on the nocky that was a constant threat in the bumming department when I was a kid.

Just recalled the Alsatian that bit me on the arse. Snide.
 
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Did it bum you or bite you?
There was this big black labrador on the nocky that was a constant threat in the bumming department when I was a kid.

Just recalled the Alsatian that bit me on the arse. Snide.

I managed to scream loudly enough for me mar to open the front door and me to pelt it through.

Looking back it might not have even wanted to bite me but just intimidate me as dogs do. Regardless, I was petrified.
 

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