Foo - Was it a dream or not? ...

Tell me something so dim in your memory that it may or may not have really happened. Maybe it was a dream you had, maybe it wasn't.

I vaguely remember packing up and moving down the street to a different home when I was a child. It was at night and I think I remember my brother being asleep during the whole thing. It was like a clandestine move where we didn’t want people to know or something. Totally weird. And weird that it pops into my head every so often. I need to ask my mother about this. It took place in Maine (Bangor to be exact) and I was about 5 years old at the time – I think.

Sometimes, they come back. ;)

I used to have a very vague memory/dream of my grandfather putting me on his shoulders and watching cartoons on a movie projector in the closet. The thing was...he left it in the closet (top shelf) and put me on his shoulders and I'd watch it from there.

I did inquire later and it was obviously a dream.

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Then there is the memory that once when we vacationed with some family in Michigan (where my extended family live), we went over the border to Canada. We took a trip up to East Tawas in Northern Michigan with my uncle/aunt.

I remember me, my father, brother and uncle (dad's brother) going out (leaving my mom and aunt at the hotel). We went to a diner for lunch or something and a little park with some swings. My dad/uncle told me we were in Canada. I thought for YEARS I had been to Canada. Then mentioned it to my mom once when I was about 18 and she said, "NO WAY....if you crossed the border you'd have had to go through a major checkpoints going in and out, not to mention needed passports, etc....".

My dad has no memory of it.....I suspect they (dad and uncle) thought it was funny to play a little joke on an unsuspecting 8 year old.

Tell me something so dim in your memory that it may or may not have really happened. Maybe it was a dream you had, maybe it wasn't.

I vaguely remember packing up and moving down the street to a different home when I was a child. It was at night and I think I remember my brother being asleep during the whole thing. It was like a clandestine move where we didn’t want people to know or something. Totally weird. And weird that it pops into my head every so often. I need to ask my mother about this. It took place in Maine (Bangor to be exact) and I was about 5 years old at the time – I think.

That was the Baltimore Colts moving to Indianapolis. It wasn't a dream.

I can describe in detail a fence at the house where we lived when I was only a few months old. I know I remember the fence. My parents say it is not possible. I described the fence to them and they told me what house it was at and that there is no way I can remember the fence.

That was the Baltimore Colts moving to Indianapolis. It wasn't a dream.

THAT'S IT!!!!

I use to be a Baltimore Colts fan back in day and somehow their secret move and my childhood memories intertwined. ;)

I can describe in detail a fence at the house where we lived when I was only a few months old. I know I remember the fence. My parents say it is not possible. I described the fence to them and they told me what house it was at and that there is no way I can remember the fence.

I distinctively remember lying in my crib, having my diapers changed, and pulling up on the sofa when I was learning to walk.
The folks say I just remember seeing home movies, but there are no home movies of some of the things I remember and none from the point of view I remember.

I remember learning to cuss by listening to the neighbor across the street. He died when I was about 3, so my parents say there is no way I could remember him....but I can tell you his name, what he would yell at the teenagers in the neighborhood, and what they would yell at him.

Well, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?

I remember learning to cuss by listening to the neighbor across the street. He died when I was about 3, so my parents say there is no way I could remember him....but I can tell you his name, what he would yell at the teenagers in the neighborhood, and what they would yell at him.

You are a southener aren't you? We cuss down here. They swear up north. I learned to cuss from my foul-mouthed parents and grandparents. I thought it was part of the English language until I called my sister a prick and got slapped on the mouth.

You are a southener aren't you? We cuss down here. They swear up north. I learned to cuss from my foul-mouthed parents and grandparents. I thought it was part of the English language until I called my sister a prick and got slapped on the mouth.

Native Atlantan...it doesn't get too much more southern. :D

You are a southener aren't you? We cuss down here. They swear up north. I learned to cuss from my foul-mouthed parents and grandparents. I thought it was part of the English language until I called my sister a prick and got slapped on the mouth.

you should know that 'prick' is an inappropriate term for a girl:rolleyes:

Wait a minute... I pride myself in being a prick. You don't need one, to be one... Biotch!




:)