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kenny dalglish

Scottish gggggoooooaaaaalllll!

Enjoying bad music

theodore said:

me too

- my mom got sick that year
- it got warm really fast that year so i played outside a lot
- i made my first best friend that year

i'm sure more happened but those are the main things i remember

1973

Lets seeeee... I made mud pies in the backyard and fed them to my little sister. She would try them.. I should have been beat for this. I was beat for a good many deserved things but this just wasn't one of them. My brother was under 1. A snake ( garden snake as it turned out) snuck into his bedroom. I came across it I tip toed verrry quietly out of his room in terror and once in the living room let out a scream that would wake up the dead! I remember my mom stiffening. My father being the perfect dad and hero he was ( and is) went into the room and saved my brother from said snake. ( releasing it back into the wild.) Father did the same for crickets. we had a fish tank. I remember it being endlessly entertaining.

This is two years past the Sylmar earthquake. Very devastating to Southern California. I remember mom whisking me from my bed and we all sat in the front doorway my father built. ( Very sturdy.) I remember in my youthful perception believing the moon was actually moving and swinging and not me. It was very early in the morning and a day where the moon was still visible. For months afterwards men where in our home fixing the massive crack left in the floor.

The End

trying to make new friends- we'd moved and i had to start at a new school

probably reading heaps (some things dont change)

i was on the Gladstone Swim Team and learning how to ride and show horses.

I would've just gotten into playing piano (though I really wanted to play drums instead)
I started listening to the Beatles, specificaly Sgt. Pepper's.
Probably still playing with G.I. Joe's

theodore said:

omg me too

i was also eating bugs

8 seems so very long agao. But I was a huge KISS fan, and was roller skating every Friday night.

My best friend Patti and I would play outside for hours, until the street lights came on. And if I know me at all, probably had a crush on this kid named Mark.

I was in third grade.
My teacher's name was Mrs. Pointner.
The longest word I could spell was "transportation."
I had a pet gerbil named Skipper. He bit my sister and my mom "set him free."
I rode a blue Schwinn Hollywood bicycle.
A boy named Scott had a crush on me.
I was one of the fastest kids in the class on multiplication speed tests.
I was in my first play - as a fairy in Sleeping Beauty.
My costume was a dress my mom made - a beautiful white embroidered cotton.
I took swimming lessons on Saturdays in the winter, in a pool in which I had to stand on my tippy-toes to keep my head above water.
My best friend's name was Dee. She moved away during the school year and I was crushed.
There was a boy from England in my class named Michael. I thought it was funny that he wore socks with his sandals.
Prince was in fifth grade. But not at my school.

can't recall

jonylawson said:

Me too.

I have just started collecting the classic series on DVD, having not seen it for a long, long time..

So far watched The Sontaran Experiment (bit cack!) and Destiny of the Daleks (classic indeed!). Robots of Death and Three Doctors next

When I was eight my parents decided to actually buy a TV as we didnt have one and they thouhgt I was being left out at playtime because a lot of the games were based around stuff the other kids were playing.


The truth is more like I was actually fairly deaf and wore national health glasses in a disgusting pale pink with those nasty uncomfortable curled grippy ear pieces. Plus my parents were hippies and dressed me accordingly!

I couldnt socialise with the other kids too well and always felt they were on a different planet to me. I was very good at art and spent most of my time reading and drawing or creating collage. This was encouraged by my bare footed mother.

I wore long pigtails and clogs which my mum had saved up her family allowance for - i know this because i read her diary and it was entered in there.


We listened to the radio alot and I called up radio 4 once to a programme called jellybean that played classical music for kids. I had to name a Tchaikovsky piece and named it the dance of the sugar plum fairy - wrong answer !

I spent a lot of time getting my younger brother into trouble by writing his name on stuff including the wall with chalk, not realising that at 5 he couldnt spell his name at all!

I felt different to all the other kids and had been brought from canada when i was four, i had a made up secret language that i told everyone was canadian and they all believed me!

I also had stick insects in a jar in my dads shed! and a home made climbing frame painted purple and pink.

I had a mongrel dog called 'Toby' and a cat called 'num-num' from a kids comic called 'Toby'. My dog died and later that year so did my cat - maybe it was the shame of the names?

My room was decorated in Holly Hobby stuff and was painted purple ---


oooh i see a theme here! explains alot

god this is like therapy!!!

I was awkward and thought I was ugly. I had red hair and freckles. I was placed in the "gifted and talented" program in my school the year before after taking lots of weird tests. They named it "the Pyramid Club" so we wouldn't get a big head about being smart or something.
After school I played with friends in the neighborhood, often outside, climbing trees and building forts and stuff. I wrote a lot of stories. I made clothes for my barbie dolls with scraps of material and lace and such my mother and grandmother gave me (they taught me how to sew - I could even put elastic in to make skirts and stuff!). A friend of mine took piano lessons and I desperately wanted them too, but my parents couldn't afford a piano. They bought me a little casio keyboard and some books and I taught myself.

That's all I really remember.

Even though I had a lot of friends, I was sort of lonely.
My dad wasnt around and mom worked like crazy. SO it was just my brother and I.
And me being the oldest I had a lot of responsibility. I learned how to wash dishes and clothes. I learned to cook and take care of my younger brother. When we'd get home from school I would have to make sure our homework was done AND cook. It was rough then but im glad I went through it.

At 8 I was the class clown. Always got my work done and passed my test but stayed in trouble for being a clown in class. My mom hated it
As much as i've tried, i couldnt change that

Protege said:

InsatiableCream said:

wtwmf

Still playing with Jem dolls and drawing imaginary outfits; I wanted to be a designer. I designed an outfit for the comic book character Katy Keene that got published.

I think I read comic books and played with my Star Wars figures and my Atari 2600.


And hid from my father every chance I got.

rocknrolldave said:

mate CITY OF DEATH all the way

my fave-and written by douglas adams

1990-1991: Well, my 8th birthday was awesome. I had so much fun, and the cake was delicious. That was also the first time I saw the movie "Roots" and learned the inconvenient truth about African-American history. "We were slaves?", I asked my mommy. She said, "yeah, that's why you gotta watch this and know your history". Or something like that. My mother was also into a lot of political activism for African-Americans. Remember, this was the "Fight The Power" era, and Afro-centrism was the move. It was for a great cause.

I loved to draw. Everyone around me knew that they were witnessing an artist in the making. That was my dream at that point: to become successful in cartooning and animation. But it would all change 8 years later.

I was first enrolled in a public school around my way. I hated that since I would get bullied and picked on because of how weak I was. I just wanted to live in peace and get on with my life like the other kids. But them ghetto ass nuccas wouldn't let me have it so easy. So then my mother enrolled me in a private school in Brooklyn, which I didn't feel comfortable with either. I was such a weird kid, so much so to the point where I almost felt like an alien.

Thank god I met someone who loved Prince as much as I did there. My friend who was in a higher grade than me had a huge Prince collection. Then he invited me to his crib to show off the goods. I felt like a fucking kid in a candy store. Then he hipped me to these record shops in the Village where I could get Prince memorabilia. It was great. I remember getting the Prince comic book about his life and his music. I missed "Graffiti Bridge", but my mother saw and said it sucked. I still wanted to see it though. But then he came out with "Gett Off", and that re-instated my interest in the main man.

Oh yeah, that was a good summer. My mother got cable TV and I was hooked. I was into my music, so I had to dig MTV (and sometimes BET). But I loved my cartoons, so I had to dig Nickelodeon. That was when we saw the premiere of Nicktoons: Doug, Rugrats, and Ren and Stimpy. Man, those were the days. Now Nickelodeon shows nothing but crap. Even Spongebob ain't bringin' it like he used to.

Summer of 1991: Well, Terminator 2 was the shiznit; Vanilla Ice made us all believers, if only for 15 minutes; and Pepsi had this new "chill out" campaign slogan. Who fucking remembers that? You'd lift your hand towards your face, and sway it left to right.

And besides my ongoing obsession with Prince, I was obsessed with my cartoon heroes:




Also that summer, I was in the YMCA's summer camp program. That was OK, as I can recall. I remember having a crush on this one girl named Bianka. I was just too shy to speak to her. I had to talk to these other girls to send messages to her. They'd come back to me saying "she said go to hell". Didn't quite do too well there, but I didn't care. Oh yeah, this was also the time my Uncle came back from the army. He was out there in the Gulf War on the front lines. Brave mofo. Me and my family were so happy to see him back in one piece.

And then I hit the 4th grade. That's when things just went downhill. A ghetto ass school with some ghetto ass people who would constantly pick on me because I was different and a "punk" in their eyes.

My family had a cat that summer too. One of the few times I ever owned a pet. But it got to the point where the cat got to be too much, so we had to let him go. Don't ever ask me to own a pet again. Too much responsibility. I'll only ever own exotic fish.

Groovy times.

jonylawson said:

You know, I think I actually remember that one being broadcast!

*feels damn old now*

Started watching Robots of Death last night - very enjoyable!

theodore said:

InsatiableCream said: