Funny Childhood memories

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Does anyone here have good photographic memories? I do and would like to share my memories.

20 years ago, I used to play with my cousins all the time and visit them as well. Anyway, they had a cat who was very independent and didn't like to be bothered or touched a certain times. So onetime, my cousin tried to pick him up and got scratched. So later, I wanted to pick him up and was scared he'd scratch me. In response, my cousin came up witht he words, "Smop him on the butt." Me being a six year-old at the time, I thought it was so funny and kept on saying it with them over and over again. However, both my cousins were 2 and 3 and didn't know how to say smack. Fortunately, the word, "Smop," carried over nicely. Unfortunately, my mother got mad at me whenever I said that. So I tried to convince her that smop means,
"Spank," in Spanish.

So what funny memories do others have?

I remember when i was really young, wild guess about 6-8 years old, my cousin came over to visit and we found a birds nest. Well he decided to pick up one of the eggs and he must have squeezed it, and the egg splattered all over his face. He ran off screaming and crying and i ran away to go hide in the tree house.

Always makes me laugh when i think of it.

When I was nine years old, I'd checked out books from the library that Mom didn't want me to have. (She thought fiction was frivolous.) So when my dad came looking for them, I stood in front of my dresser and tried to keep him from getting to it. He emptied the drawers looking for the books, but he didn't find them. I had hidden them under the mattress instead!

My father always said hilarious things in his sleep. So one night when I was about 9 I tape recorded him talking in his sleep and got some interesting things on there. I used to enjoy embarrassing him by playing the tape Man that was so mean of me!

I had a fascination with taking our large local telephone book and dropping it over sticks of margarine. Simple physics, I tell you. Depending on the height and force of the drop, we could get a few good flat ones!8)

I remember one time I got this giant ball from a store, like they'll usually have these giant plastic balls in a cage. So I was kicking it against the TV, cause it would ricochet off the TV kind of like when you play catch with a wall. So my sister walked in and I showed her, and she said to stop doing that. Then I did it one more time and it exploded and my sister and I looked at each other like :O, and then were like roflol cause it was so surprising. It kind of sounds like something that would happen with the brothers on The Angry Beavers cartoon.

I was obsessed with the library(had the dewy decimal system memorised and wanted to be a librarian when i grew up and silly stuff like that)...and I was a kid vollunteer at the public library...probably just was another mess for my librarian to deal with..anyway..I wanted to do a puppet show on a saturday for the smaller kids..I must have been in 4th grade...and well....it was a total disaster.....I was unable to come up with a decent puppet show and all these little kids showed up with their moms...and it was me and my sister and the girl down the street....trying to do an unscripted improv puppet show......complete and total mess..but kinda reflective on how the rest of my life has been so far.

One time when I was little I was in the car with my family. I was in the backseat, and he made a sharp curve. I bumped my head on the window. I looked up and went, "Mom, Dad hit me with the car." My Dad still loves that story.

I started in catholic school for a couple of years.

Every month or so a nun would bring a big statue of mary
into the class room so we could pray rosary beads of "hail mary's" to it.

One time when she was bringing in the statue
she dropped it and it broke into lots of little pieces.

Those are some great memories, please keep them going as they are funny.

I can remember being obsessed with a ball that was made entirely out of elastic rubber bands. I was so fascinated by it I began making my own.
I think I will go to the dollar store in a bit and buy a sack full of rubber bands so I can try making one now. It's been a while since I tried, lol.
When I was a child I was always making things.

I was about 3 years old. One day I have been misbehaving. When my dad came home, my mom told him what I did. He asked me "when are you going to start behaving?". Without really thinking I blurted out "oh, next Saturday". As soon as I said it, I was expecting my mom and dad to really be angry and yell at me. Instead they both started laughing uncontrollably.

when I was 2-3 years old me, my parents and my brother lived in Slovakia, my dad worked on a contract there. we had this old italian fiat, quite shabby but still working. anyway, there was always a lot of worry on my dad's side wether or not the car is "gonna make it" - and we travelled a lot.

so anyway, after a year in Slovakia my dad's contract was over and we were getting ready to go back home to Poland, up to the very north just by the Baltic coast where we lived- something like a 40 hour drive, can't really tell the exact distance but *far, far away*. we had loads of stuff to take with us and my dad had been stressing over the car for a few days before the day we were supposed to leave. so on that morning me and my bro saw how stressed the parents were and decided to help them a bit, so after a short exchange of ideas we made an unanimous decision to fill the car up with fuel and "fix it".

only in our case fuel = sand from the sandbox

so we took our little plastic shovels and started shoveling the sand into the car and we continued doing that for something like an hour or so until the car was filled up well. of course we were so proud of ourselves that we ran straight to our dad and told him all excited that he didn't have to worry anymore cause we got the car fixed and filled up with gas. he laughed (obviously didn't believe us) and continued with whatever he was doing at the time.

I'll never forget the look of shock and horror on his face when he finally came outside with all our bags and suitcases ready to go and realised what it was we actually have done to the car.

needless to say, we stayed in Slovakia for another few days or so and had to go back home by train ;p

I used to have an eidetic memory, but after a mild stroke and problems with anemia, my short-term memory has been noticeably affected. However, I have clear memories of my childhood dating back to the age of 2. They're not as complete as they used to be, but I recall stupid things like trying to ride my tricycle down a flight of stairs or walking off into a pool and being amazed while staring upward wonderingly as water closed over my head (and then a really big woman reached in, grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out, saving my life).

Oh yeah, smop him on the butt.