Think back to when you were 5 years old...

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or whatever age where you can remember being you... ...can you really believe that was you ? Does it feel like it was someone else ?

When I think of when I was 2 or 3 ..I remember these clearly because so many things happened to me in childhood , most years have some significance to them so I know how old I was when those things happened.. .. and then again when I was 5/6 and 7... or even 12 years old... it just seems like it was me... but in a different life... not this one..:unsure:
Plus it seem like an eternity ago... and yet my adult years have gone so quickly.. but looking back to when I was 5.. seems like a hundred years ago.. and another life


How about you ?
 

hollydolly said:
or whatever age where you can remember being you... ...can you really believe that was you ? Does it feel like it was someone else ?

When I think of when I was 2 or 3 ..I remember these clearly because so many things happened to me in childhood , most years have some significance to them so I know how old I was when those things happened.. .. and then again when I was 5/6 and 7... or even 12 years old... it just seems like it was me... but in a different life... not this one..:unsure:
Plus it seem like an eternity ago... and yet my adult years have gone so quickly.. but looking back to when I was 5.. seems like a hundred years ago.. and another life


How about you ?
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My favorite memory of being an infant was our neighbor who was British. I remember listening real closely when she talked because she had an accent that enchanted me. Her husband was American and an Engineer. They moved their family to NYC so he could work on the design of the Verrazano-Narrows bridge.
 
OldFeller said:
My favorite memory of being an infant was our neighbor who was British. I remember listening real closely when she talked because she had an accent that enchanted me. Her husband was American and an Engineer. They moved their family to NYC so he could work on the design of the Verrazano-Narrows bridge.
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yes but does it seem like it was YOU... that that little person was in this same lifetime ?
 

hollydolly said:
yes but does it seem like it was YOU... that that little person was in this same lifetime ?
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Wow. That's quite a question. I think I always have been just a visitor to this planet. I walk around in my own head. So my experience has always been a very subjective one. So yes, I feel pretty consistently about myself.

However, my mother died when I was 11 years old and the joy of being alive went with her. She made us feel important and celebrated who we were. My whole motivation in life was to impress her.

So there's a dividing line at 1970. That's why I enjoy old music that played on the radio before her passing. There's a feeling associated with those songs and that time period that brings back the feeling that she was just in the next room.
 
I don't feel as though I've changed very much internally since being a child. At my core I'm still the same now as I was then.

But it does seem like lightyears ago. I marvel at all the things I have experienced, and at how so many people have come and gone.

The passage of time and memory are puzzling and difficult to grasp.
 
What a very interesting question. I have ALWAYS BEEN ME. My first memory was my dad poking me with a diaper pin while he was laughing at Milton Berle, who I remember seeing clearly, heard the audience laughter. I was definitely under one. I was toilet trained well before two. Remember the table I was diapered on, the kitchen behind us, the living room in front. I have many early memories, been cursed/blessed by my ability to recall, which has astounded people my whole life. I was the very same person I am today. Always Me, can't run or hide from it! though there have been times I wish I could have!

Same life, always been the same life, going through changes, but the core is ME. I can easily drop back to any part of my life, mine, me, the same as I am today as a 75 year OLD woman. Even living in the same place we moved to when I was four.

I often see and hear echoes in this apartment, haunted by clear memory. Memories of me & family. I can hear them and see them in every room. I remember me when Steven put a daddy long legs
down his back to prove he loved me. I was four. So was he.

But you, holly, said five. Yes, I remember kindergarten like it was yesterday. Remember creating from paper a bowl of fruit, for my grandma who was with mom on "Open School Day". I was desperate that day. Had a bad cold but wanted to go to school for this event to show Grandma. I remember she always held my hand...........I remember her big huge belly laughter when she would throw funny sounding Russian words and we would laugh & laugh so hard together.

Thank you for this question holly. I hope I answered it correctly. ME sometimes misinterprets.
 
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Interesting question.... I guess I still have most of the attributes that I had as a kid.

One thing that has come to me is the realization I had it pretty good as a kid, although I was envious (never jealous) of so many of my friends and kid relatives. While they had more, lived in houses (vs. our apartment), had their own rooms, etc. I had loving and supportive and non abusive parents who preached goodness and respect for others.

For a long time, I took that for granted, but now realize most all of my friends lacked parents like I had.
 
Mobilman44 said:
now realize most all of my friends lacked parents like I had.
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Boy, isn't that the truth. Speaking of memories, I remember watching some of those family shows on tv (Donna Reed Show, Ozzie & Harriet, etc.) and thinking at the time, "These shows are so unrealistic! The dad never gets mad and yells and throws furniture around; the mom actually lives there too! Weird!"
 
When I was five years old, cartoons were my preferred world. Kindergarten was only half a day, so Iā€™d get to watch two hours of Cartoon Playtime in the afternoon. Mother used TV as an electronic babysitter for me, you see. With my sister nine years older and an adult in my mind, I identified with animal characters, and came to think of myself as one. So yep, itā€™s still me inside ā€¦

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I always seemed like me, but less aware of the world. I remember when I was a year and a half old getting out of bed and walking into the kitchen where my mother was reading the morning paper. My dad came in behind me, and my mother looked up from the paper and said to my dad, "The war is over." I didn't know what a war was. I'm not even sure if the word "war" was part of my vocabulary, but there was something significant in her voice that burned that memory in my brain. I turned around and looked at my dad, who said nothing. Instead, he just acknowledged it with a nod like he was expecting it. I don't know if it was the war with Germany or Japan.
 
I was a happy fun-loving kid. I seems like me, I still have that excitable zest for life. I was loved very much. My mom and dad were just middle-class folks who lived in the suburbs of the Santa Cruz mountains in Cupertino, Ca. That is where the big tech moved in. (the Silicon Valley). I liked to go to my friends' houses and play with their toys.

I especially liked lick ball, and I learned baseball with a tiny little mitt. My dad was a steel worker, so he was strong looking, my mom was a beauty queen. No. She was pretty though, and she talked a lot. She was a smoker of Winston, and ONLY Winston cigarettes. Anyway, yea, it feels like me, as all my ages do. They are kind of like different coats we are wearing throughout life. The coats representing the feelings we had at the time and what was going on around us.
 
Pink Biz said:
I don't feel as though I've changed very much internally since being a child. At my core I'm still the same now as I was then.

But it does seem like lightyears ago. I marvel at all the things I have experienced, and at how so many people have come and gone.

The passage of time and memory are puzzling and difficult to grasp.
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I so agree with this..this is how I feel too
 
I had wanted to be a State Trooper since I was 9. Even when I took one of those tests in school we took that would determine your career field, it came out that I was best suited in law enforcement or military.

I also had given some thought to being an over the road truck driver. Our neighbor had his own rig and when I was 16, he took me along on a ride about 150 miles out and back. It kind of got to me that this is a really cool job, but I never was able to get serious about it.
 
hollydolly said:
or whatever age where you can remember being you... ...can you really believe that was you ? Does it feel like it was someone else ?

When I think of when I was 2 or 3 ..I remember these clearly because so many things happened to me in childhood , most years have some significance to them so I know how old I was when those things happened.. .. and then again when I was 5/6 and 7... or even 12 years old... it just seems like it was me... but in a different life... not this one..:unsure:
Plus it seem like an eternity ago... and yet my adult years have gone so quickly.. but looking back to when I was 5.. seems like a hundred years ago.. and another life


How about you ?
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portobello market.jpg
I can remember Portobello Market had an ice cream vendor.
When I came across this evocative old photo I found out that my
father is wearing his De-Mob Suit. I had a tailor make one for me.
 
My first memory was that I was crawling along after my dad as he went down into the cellar and left the door open. I was at the top of the steps, trying to go down them, and I could see the wooden floor joists, and a bare electric light bulb. I heard my mom scream, and that's all I remember.
I guess I've always been me.
 

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