Originally posted by AngryOnion
One of my first memories is of my dad smashing the coffee table in the living room because my mom burned dinner.
My first memory is also one of family violence. It's like, you wonder what other shit happened that you don't even remember when the first shit you ever remember seeing is brutality.
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Hahahaha yeah now that I think about it those were my first memories as well. But I remember trying to make light of the situation by quoting looney tunes to myself when it happened. "Mommy and daddy are fighting."
My first memory is of me laying upside down on a couch staring at something on the wall. Exciting, i know. My second earliest memory is of visiting the construction site that was going to be my family's house when i was like three or so.
Originally posted by Enter
Hahahaha yeah now that I think about it those were my first memories as well. But I remember trying to make light of the situation by quoting looney tunes to myself when it happened. "Mommy and daddy are fighting."
Don't you find it sad that you as a small child had to comfort yourself by quoting looney toones while the people who's job it was to make you feel safe and comfort you were causing you discomfort in the first place?
Makes me kind of sad to think about.
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Originally posted by Sophie
Don't you find it sad that you as a small child had to comfort yourself by quoting looney toones while the people who's job it was to make you feel safe and comfort you were causing you discomfort in the first place?
Makes me kind of sad to think about.
Kind of like how it’s sad that fully grown men sometimes molest innocent children
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There was this "Talking Mother Goose" toy thing they put in my room. I was still in a crib, because I vividly remember the bars of it to keep me from rolling out or whatever. The particular tape they put into it was another popular thing in the 80s, a tape cassette that used my name in a very dreamy way of speaking. It was meant to help me go to sleep and soothe me. I guess it probably did, but I specifically remember the fucking goose. If I was still in a crib, I was 2ish or so. That's my first memory.
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Originally posted by Sophie
My first memory is of me laying upside down on a couch staring at something on the wall. Exciting, i know. My second earliest memory is of visiting the construction site that was going to be my family's house when i was like three or so.
I was doing that once, while eating a banana. My mother walked by and said, "you're going to choke on that, stop it!" and like a rebellious little boy that I was, I didn't stop. She gave up and went upstairs.
No sooner than she left the room, the entire banana slipped out of the peel and ROCKETED into my throat. I FLIPPED OVER and raced upstairs, desperately grabbing at my throat. My mother just looks at me and goes, "Stop faking it!" and goes back to her book. I am fucking DYING and can't speak or breathe, thrashing about wildly, when I suddenly swallow it. I then tell her that I was JUST DYING and she tells me, "I told you, didn't I?"
