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Also at four I used to play checkers with my dad. I was a notorious cheater. I apparently got so fed up with losing that I used to cheat and move pieces when he looked the other way. This wasn't "I'll let the toddler win."

Anonmemories said: 

LiYang said: 

My earliest memory is being cut by razor grass.

 What's razor grass?

 very sharp grass, when you run your finger the wrong way on a blade of grass, it can cut you

i was stripped naked

With such little information, your Father seems like a very nice man. Maybe he never bought the toy car because it was expensive, yet he'd take you there to play with things he couldn't get you.

If I kicked my Father as a child I'd so remember because my Father wasn't like yours, mine would buss by tail and I'd understand why.

Golden_Eagle said: 

With such little information, your Father seems like a very nice man. Maybe he never bought the toy car because it was expensive, yet he'd take you there to play with things he couldn't get you.

If I kicked my Father as a child I'd so remember because my Father wasn't like yours, mine would buss by tail and I'd understand why.

You poor, poor abuse victim, modeling off of the pain as you spread it to others, telling yourself what he did was love as you share the same sentiments with others. 

Please don’t derail the thread.

I used to get up at the crack of dawn for swim meets like it was nothing.

For awhile the talk shows would do teen makeovers. I always wanted to do one, but never did.

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My first memories were around the time my sister was born. It was also when I became literate. (I have a hypothesis about that, btw. I'd love to do further research.) Many, many people have told me that they don't remember anything before the age of 3 or 4 and they find it surprising that I've retained so much from my second birthday on.

I'm telling you, it has smthg to do with being taught to read in a wonderful home.

Shortly after my sister was born, my mother dressed us up in cute little dresses like smthg from The Brady Bunch and brought a professional photographer into our living room. She set the new baby on my lap for the photo, which I still have.

Now that all the creeps are gone, I might consider posting it.