I recall being in like first or second grade. We were making some cookies in a class about cooking. There was a sign on the wall. The sign reads "When life hands you lemons, make lemon aid". I recall thinking to myself "that's a bunch of bullshit". What did I have to be so bitter about in the second grade?

When you're young, you tend to be bitter about petty things. For instance, you been asking, begging, and pleading w/your parents to get you a Nintendo, like everyone else on the block. They finally break down and buy you a Sega. A Sega? A Freaking Sega???? But I wanted a Nintendo! N-i-n-t-e-n-d-o! No "S"'s in there. how can they be sooooo stupid.

(BTW, No, that was not me, but someone I knew...)

I don't ever remember believing in Santa Claus. I must have at some point, but not after my memories start.

I swore to myself in kindergarten that I would never outgrow watching saturday morning cartoons...

dang it, i did!

my only happy childhood memory was my first experiences in cut and paste, and painting...and seeing a baby chick hatch from his egg...

everything else was...

MickG said:

I got a failing grade on a Home Economics test once because my team forgot to put the chocolate chips in our chocolate chip cookies we were required to bake!
I had a wonderful childhood thanks to my parents - devoid of bitterness, anger, and hate..
Adulthood is proving to be much more of a challenge.

IrresistibleB1tch said:

My father has always told me that I got a great singing voice and I loved singing, but when I was in shooI my teacher was telling me that my singing sucks and that I should lipsync. In fact I was the only one who was not allowed to sing . I must have been 7 and it still makes me feel sad when I think of it ....

Serious said:

that's terrible! you would think that teachers would encourage their students to follow their talents and dreams!

IrresistibleB1tch said:

They were all just extremely jealous...especially your teacher.

GangstaFam said:

well, i wouldn't go quite THAT far...

i believed in michael jackson

SammiJ said:

I hear ya, my childhood was not all that either.

I remember being at aged 5 completely preoccupied with my red Mary Janes from Buster Brown, Winnie The Pooh, watching the soap opera Days of Our Lives and Romper Room, eating UNBELIEVABLE amounts of collard greens and refusing to even TOUCH my Snickers bar unless it was sliced on a plate like they showed it in the TV commercial... AND mimicking songs from Dolly Parton's variety show and my parents' Ike & Tina records at the drop of a hat

..what can I say? I was a quirky assed 5 year old lucky enough to be born in the 70's

i remember in the summer time my auntie and uncle would come over with my cousins and we'd all stay out late sitting on the porch or playing around the house while my dad and uncle would play records and smoke weed and drink beer. you could hear the music down the block . we would go back and forth to the store all day to buy freeze pops and juices and potato chips.

...i remember the first time i realized what "being black" was... i was in maybe sr. kingergarten or first grade...and someone asked me if my colour washed off...



sorry, was reading this article on racism that i have to have read to lead a seminar this tuesday...

just reliving it all..

SammiJ said:

Sometimes people can say hurtful things without realizing it.

psychodelicide said:

i dont resent them i resent the ignorance of the parents.

I remember my dad placing me on the mantelpiece above the fireplace and letting me jump into his arms. I guess I was three or four years old.

thesexofit said:

I did too. Me and my littel brother.
I used to think he was so magical.
Disillusionment sucks.

I have good memories and bad memories. It's interesting what sticks in your head to this day.

I remember when i was a kid being good friends with the very pretty granddaughter of the superintendant of our building. She lived in New Brunswick and would come and visit every summer. We would hang out and play together for almost the whole time she was here. Great fun. And she was really pretty. She had the prettiest blonde hair you ever saw. (Which obviously had a big impact on me. ) I always looked forward to her coming. This went on for about 5 or 6 years. Then in the wintertime one year her Grandma died of cancer. After that her grandfather (our super) moved away and i never her saw again. Never got to say goodbye or anything. I have always wondered whatever happened to her.

SammiJ said: