One random memory relating to you from years ago?

I was studying architecture. Miami had an excellent campus. We lived in Tampa. There were three of us driving down to Miami in a '77 Pontiac Firebird with Hotel California blasting through the speakers. We got to the campus, and there was an outdoor party on the beach with grain alcohol. I don't remember much after that. :LOL:
 
I remember when we were just teens, 2 girls 2 boys driving through the countryside, near Loch Lomond in Scotland singing at the top of our lungs to a Simon & Garfunkel 8 track... when we had a burst tyre...

We girls were in unfamiliar countryside, so the 2 18 year old guys( including the driver) who knew the area better took themselves off walking to find a nearby garage to get some help, instructing us to stay in the car.. which we did, in this really remote area.. for 6 hours, until it started to get dark and we could see them walking back towards us rolling a brand new tyre long the road....

We girls were hungry, thirsty and needing to use the loo... and as soon as the tyre was fitted, we made our way ...only to find that if we'd got out and walked along the road and around the blind bend we would have spotted the nearest coastal town 1/2 a mile in front of us..:eek:

the guys had been clearly having a bit of a good time in town without us.. before returning with the tyre :cautious::LOL:
 
Back in 1963 I travelled with a group of friends to Coventry to see The Rolling Stones, who were just getting established. They were playing at the students union. After the show, and filled with far too much beer, three of us were discussing the statue on the wall of the cathedral on the opposite side of the road. You need to see this statue to get a picture of what happened.
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It depicts St. Michael the Arch Angel, victorious over Lucifer the Devil.
Lucifer is about twenty feet above ground level, and he's also, ahem, a very well blessed lad, if you get my drift. Three very drunk students somehow managed to climb up on each other's shoulders and stretch a condom over Lucifer's, er, appendage, before we all lost balance and fell in a heap, laughing, fortunately without injury.
Next day, back in London, I had a phone call from one of my co-conspirators, he had managed to get a copy of the local Coventry newspaper. The headline read: "Well it makes a change." It had to be explained to me. Coventry is famous for Lady Godiva and her naked ride through the city. Apparently students will often climb up on the statue of Godiva, in the city centre, and fasten a bra on her. So Old Nick and his condom, made a change.
 
Gee, let me think. All of my teachers in high school trying to dissuade me from going to college in the mid 60s. Being the only female in the entire economics and accounting departments at University of Iowa. The assumption that because I'm a woman I would only be fit for secretarial work. The assumption I'd just give up on leaving town and instead marry one of the local farmer's ignorant sons so I can raise a gaggle of corn shucking morons. Where I grew up, women were expected to marry by 21, preferably to the son of the local preacher, blacks were expected to not be seen at night, and everyone pretended it was the height of human development. Right. At least my parents were progressive for their time which really meant do whatever you want just don't make a big deal about it with the neighbors (for the first five years after I left they told people I was studing theology in order to join the church). Yeah, great times. I didn't know what an orgasm was until I was 21, not exactly the greatest sexual education for girls at the time.
 
I remember cutting high school with my girl friend to go to New York city which was only about an hour away to see all the free live daytime shows.
One particular time we had front row seats and they scanned the audience with the camera. We were waving like crazy. The next day a teacher we had asked us if we enjoyed the show. Apparently they had the show on in the teachers lounge and they saw us as plain as day.
We were mortified but he was a good sport and didn't rat us out.
 
I remember the Great Northeast Blackout, Nov. 1965.
I was just a kid, and loved it.
My father brought some kind of safe camping stove up from the basement for cooking, and used the gas stove (oven) for heat.
It look longer than I've heard in some locations for power to be restored, so we eventually got in the car and drove to my uncle's place. He had a wood stove and kerosene lamps.
 
At school, overhearing a couple of sixth formers talking about an upcoming exam when they would be dissecting several mice which had been delivered to the science room earlier that day.

I have a very clear memory of my friend and I smuggling the mice out, popping them into our pockets and hurrying down the stairs and across the playground only to be stopped by one of the teachers and marched back to the school hall where we had no choice but to join our class row and hope the mice would behave.

I will never forget the chaos, when two of the mice popped their heads out of my pocket and scrambled up the back of my blazer :ROFLMAO:
 
I have a thousand random memories, so I'll just go with one of the earliest I remember.
I had a next door neighbor named Jane that I couldn't stand. She was a snotty, snobby, mean little girl. But since we lived next door to each other we walked to school together. One morning as we were on our way, a bird flew over us and layed a big white runny gooey blob right on her head! It was one of those moments where you're just dumbstruck and then break into hysterical laughter. Jane was horrified of course, and the more she cried the more I laughed. I just couldn't help it. Moral of the story: If you think you're better than everybody else, the bird of paradise will eventually poop on you!
 
caroln said:
I have a thousand random memories, so I'll just go with one of the earliest I remember.
I had a next door neighbor named Jane that I couldn't stand. She was a snotty, snobby, mean little girl. But since we lived next door to each other we walked to school together. One morning as we were on our way, a bird flew over us and layed a big white runny gooey blob right on her head! It was one of those moments where you're just dumbstruck and then break into hysterical laughter. Jane was horrified of course, and the more she cried the more I laughed. I just couldn't help it. Moral of the story: If you think you're better than everybody else, the bird of paradise will eventually poop on you!
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:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 
I remember 2 things from my biology class. One was when we had to dissect a frog. My partner was so afraid and wouldn't touch it. I surprised myself because I Did it myself. I was so busy that I didn't notice the Nun was walking around with a mouse in her hand. When she came near me and held out the mouse I screamed and she dropped the mouse. Boy did I get in trouble!
 
I was 21 years old, newly married to my ex , his mother hated me for taking her only son.. so the first Christmas following our wedding, she bought me a grey flannel nightgown which covered every bit of skin from neck to toe, and shoulder to finger tips... she also made us sleep in separate rooms when we visited her... I soon put a stop to those visits
 
hollydolly said:
I was 21 years old, newly married to my ex , his mother hated me for taking her only son.. so the first Christmas following our wedding, she bought me a grey flannel nightgown which covered every bit of skin from neck to toe, and shoulder to finger tips... she also made us sleep in separate rooms when we visited her... I soon put a stop to those visits
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My MIL was thrilled that I married her son. He would drive her crazy so now he drives me crazy ! :love:
 
Sassycakes said:
I remember 2 things from my biology class.
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Science was never my strong subject, but in physics I do know that tall buildings can attract the wind causing a vortex. How I know is because my wife explained it much more clearly than my old crusty physics teacher.

She was shopping in Central London, this was back in the late sixties, when the mini skirt was all the rage. But on this day my wife was wearing a flared skirt that was perfect fodder for a naughty wind. As the wind hit the side of the building, a down draught occurred, causing a vortex that swirled as it hit the ground. That lifted her skirt to waist height. She told me that a sweet old lady tried desperately to help, but behind her, all her underwear and stockings were on show. It was then that she heard an almighty bang. Looking round she realised that a driver had been more interested in her underwear than he had the road ahead and had run straight into the stationary car in front. My wife told me that she ran into the adjacent shop in case she got blamed.

My sympathies were for that motorist, I know that you shouldn't be looking, but my missus does have beautiful legs. All that dancing we do.
 
I can remember an epic band trip to participate in the Washington Cherry Blossom parade. On the trip back, we were treated to a stop at an amusement park where the buds and I secretly carried water pistols into the fun house, squirting cheesy spooks and the hapless human employees who jumped out in vain efforts to scare us. They ran away like scared rabbits…great fun! 😸
 
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RadishRose said:
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Looking at this reminded me of when my older brother got out of the Army.The first job he got was at a Shoe store. In those days the store was closed on Sunday. After he was there a few months they promoted him to Manager. On Sunday he would take me and my sister to the store and pick out shoes. My parents would give him the money for the shoes and when the store opened on Monday he would buy the shoes. One day during the week Clarabell from the Howdy Doody shoe went to the store to make kids happy and me any my sister got to meet him. I think I was about 9yrs old at the time.I was soo excited and I remember it all.
 
When I got married in 1980, we bought a house in a "quiet" neighborhood. We couldn't have known that our next-door neighbors were drug dealers. I'm relaxing one evening & a loud motorcycle parks in front. I watch a guy around 6'10" & at least 400 lbs walk up to my front door & he starts pounding on it - really pounding, the whole wall is shaking.

Without opening the door (of course), I ask "Who is it?"

He yells, "Open the f-----g door or I'll break it down." (Obviously, he could - easily)

I grabbed my 12 Gauge, went back to the door & chambered a round (makes a loud noise) & yelled, "Did you hear that?"

He says, "Yeah, & I don't give a f--k......nobody rips me off."

That gave me a clue - he mistook my house for my next-door neighbor's house where he felt they ripped him off on a drug deal.
I said, "You don't want to die for nothing; you got the wrong house; your dealers are next door....leave while you're still breathing."

Just thinking of the mess 000 Buckshot would have made gave me nightmares.......
 
Dates become a little fuzzy trying to look back 40+ years. 1976?
There is a Mountain in my home town called Mt Owen.

As a 14 year old teenager I would climb this mountain with a friend of mine.
One time, whilst scaling the left flank - below the TV Tower - shown here mid picture near the top - not the two on the extreme left- my body decided to not move anymore.
I froze, midway up a sheer cliff. All this climbing was without any climbing equipment, free climbing?
I had lost control of my body, my limbs would not move.
Looking down, the drop would have been 600 meters/yards? into the dry creek bed below.
For more than 20 minutes I was stuck there, my friend had continued to ascend the mountain and was unaware of my predicament.
Eventually my body released itself and I was able to move again.
I went down instead of up and found another way to the top.
That was rather scary, looking down, unable to move, nothing to stop a fall.
 
win231 said:
When I got married in 1980, we bought a house in a "quiet" neighborhood. We couldn't have known that our next-door neighbors were drug dealers. I'm relaxing one evening & a loud motorcycle parks in front. I watch a guy around 6'10" & at least 400 lbs walk up to my front door & he starts pounding on it - really pounding, the whole wall is shaking.

Without opening the door (of course), I ask "Who is it?"

He yells, "Open the f-----g door or I'll break it down." (Obviously, he could - easily)

I grabbed my 12 Gauge, went back to the door & chambered a round (makes a loud noise) & yelled, "Did you hear that?"

He says, "Yeah, & I don't give a f--k......nobody rips me off."

That gave me a clue - he mistook my house for my next-door neighbor's house where he felt they ripped him off on a drug deal.
I said, "You don't want to die for nothing; you got the wrong house; your dealers are next door....leave while you're still breathing."

Just thinking of the mess 000 Buckshot would have made gave me nightmares.......
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Near misses like this are a blessing. If the guy had not believed you and crashed through the door.......
 
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