Childhood memories/lessons.

Don't know how interesting the concept will be but I thinks it is fairly deserving of a try.

Basically use that superior long term memory of ours into use by recalling certain events that left impressions on you as a kid, be it weird/funny/important or terrifying.

Been quite a few childhood memories slip by me lately, and one that I was thinking of today was pretty funny.
I couldn't have been older than 6, maybe 7, and we lived a pretty quiet life back then.
Really rural part of Sweden, and worth of mention again, I was only 6-7 years old.

Anyway, I had no idea what Nazis were--and I had especially no idea of whom this Hitler guy was, I didn't even know he existed.

But one day I went over to a neighbour, a friend of mine and he was maybe 9 or 10 at the time.
He was drawing these pretty neat looking flags, they were red and had something that looked like an X on it.
I thought it looked real cool!

Later when I got home I started drawing them too, since, hey, it looked good.
And I probably drew on a couple pages, since I probably sucked at drawing(I do now, anyway.) and the first few didn't look anything like what I was trying to achieve.

A couple of days probably passed because I didn't even remember drawing them at the time, but all of a sudden I heard a very angry mom that had found the notebook with my drawings in them, yelling my name.

She was pissed, I claimed to have no knowledge of these evil Nazi guys she was talking about, Hitler? Why was he so bad?
Of course she didn't explain to me at the time but I never drew them again, because man, she was furious.


But I still thought: There's stuff you shouldn't draw? How silly!
(Still think the flag looks good goddammit.)

Haha, I think still on this day she thinks I actually knew what I drawing at the time, but I had no clue.



I'd think more stories like these would be pretty interesting, but that's just me!

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by Araes

Hard to tell these days whether its a reinforced fakey one that my head's rebuilt

Heh, the one memory I have that I know is fake but I've heard it so many times it's become a real and very clear memory is when I met my best friend.

Apparently I was playing in our sandbox, and whereupon his arrival the first thing I said was not "Hi," or any sort of greeting.
But merely the question "Which car will go over the other of these two?"
I think it was some kind of toy monster truck and a snowmobile.
He guessed right, the monster truck drove over the snowmobile.


What's funny about that is that I had no recollection of it a couple of years ago, so either it's just his version or his stories has indeed reinforced my memory.


Still gives me hell for not remembering it, and he's not happy that I remember it now.
Guess I'll be hearing of it until we go under ground.

There's nowhere I can't reach.