I’ve watched him get senile about stuff that happened before he was 7.

My nephew is 10. I’ve watched him get senile about stuff that happened before he was 7. He used to remember things so clearly and now he’s senile about them. I think it’s a normal part of how things go.


They go away and come back again.
Strange thing has been happening over the past 2 years for me. I’m 43 and I remember things that I _know_ I had forgotten about for … decades.

It’s like I’ve been regaining all of my memory. Then again, I’ve also been working at it smile emoticon

I think things that are emotional that you don’t want to face can get safely locked away in a “Do Not Enter: Monsters Be Here” Box for a long long time.


Earliest memory I have is about 1.5 years old, going down the sidewalk in a red firetruck with a broken bell with a string attached for me to pull. I remember hitting a broken piece of sidewalk. The tree was HUGE – everything was very wide and tall.

Then I remember flying back into the house.

[I guess I got picked up].

Told my mom about it once; she was shocked I could remember that. I’ve got a few like that.


Yeah I asked her how old I was and she remembered it. There’s no pictures of it either so it’s not a reconstructed memory.


I remember being at the Cerebral Palsy center when I was 4 years old. I had best friend named Alan. He had two fingers on one hand and a thumb on the middle of his .. I don’t know what it’s called but it was like a nub at the end of his wrist.

Anyway, I remember pulling part pieces of ham and calling them spiderwebs and laughing our asses off.

He had blond hair and blue eyes. I remember when I was about 7 or 8 (I was in regular school by then) and she told me he died and I remember being sad, although I remember “not” remembering him at first, then crying that night when I *did* remember him.

I also remember a little girl that died when I was in kindergarten. Michelle. She was in my kindergarten class and she got hit by a car riding her bike. I heard about it from my mother and remember crying over that and being a scared to get back on my bike for a while.

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