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He was lucky, very, very, lucky!!

I remember sitting in the bathtub with my mom. I felt embarrassed and tried not to look at her. I was 3-4 years old. My youngest brother claims he can remember being in our mom's womb.

I remember it banging against my face. I’m sure I was screaming my ass off. Today this day, I hate seeing them old things in junk shops.

I guess I’m not the only one that didn’t listen.

Christmas 1941 - about age 2,5 - remember some items and events from that Christmas and soon thereafter.

One of the earliest is being lifted out of my kindergarten desk by a nun's fingernails in the top of my ear.

Like rene said, it's no wonder I hate people in general.

Grandpa was nice, he took us across the street to the bar for Shirley Temples.

Probably why I liked bars for too long.

Watching my father and uncle installing plumbing and fixtures. I asked my uncle something, don't remember what, but do remember whatever he said had nothing to do with my question. I was standing near his lead pot, well away from the house and across a gravel driveway/parking area. Years later I asked my parents what year they got plumbing; they said summer of '59, but I think they must have been off by a a year as I would not have been quite one year old, doubt I would have been walking much then.

Apparently I broke the machine. It squeezed a big bubble up to my elbow and when I went to my mother and she touched it, it burst. I soaked 10 dishtowels with blood on the way to the hospital and it took 63 stitches and a skin graft to close it up.

Arm was pretty much useless and they didn't have physiotherapy back then. My best friend's parents signed me up for hockey (goalie) and baseball. Learning to catch a ball in a glove eventually brought back full use of the arm.

Playing "slap jack" with Mom at 2yrs old.

I was lucky, the arm was just black and blue.

Waking up and noting it was 06:15 this morning.

I remember the curtains standing straight out and a dark figure in the window. My earliest memories are of things that terrified me. I have suffered with sleep paralysis most of my life. It lessened as I grew older but still happens occasionally.

Remember lying in a bassinet and kicking while my mother was encouraging me. It doesn't seem possible, but the memory is vivid.

I remember heading out the door to go Sandhill Crane hunting with my Dad, I was probably 3....I also remember him saying "[bleep], be quiet and be still, they are going to see us."

I remember being in a stroller and a big dog down the street, Cochise, ran out and bit me on the face.
I also remember eating ice cream with my Grandfather. He had his teeth out so I was mimicing him with the whole exaggerated jaw motion. I thought that was how you were supposed to do it. Sadly, it's my only memory of him.

I remember being strolled through the 1964 New York World's Fair, when I was just about three. I remember looking at the little dinosaur statues beside the pathway I was being strolled on.

I was 2 years and 3 months old, when we were getting ready to move from San Antonio to Kansas in the early summer of 1970. My first memory was standing in the driveway and telling my father that he had to go get the "Old Car" (our 1958 Chevy, to which I was really attached) because it was in the driveway of a neighbor across the street. My father informed me that he sold it to the neighbor. I got really mad and stomped off away from him in disgust. I still recall that it was three houses to the left across the street, which my father has confirmed was true. The next memory was shortly thereafter getting to pretend-drive the big moving semi that came to pick up our stuff. I have several more memories from that summer. I can accurately describe the interior of my grandparent's house they lived in back then, and where we stayed for while that summer, in Springfield, MO.

Wasn't that the snake that Eve got to messing with in the garden?

Back there in parts of Indiana, some folks had their kids sleeping in bassinets until they were 5 years old.

I remember mom snapping this with her kodak. My grand dad and I. He was only like 58 or 59 in that pic.

What's the tractor Bob?