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#51
#51
Yes. I my first memory was Pre-k so 3-4 years BUT it was my first trip to the emergency room. That same year I fell down a flight of stairs and cracked my head open, I remember that one too.

That's my first memory as well, I cracked my head open at 3 when my brother asked me to stand up in my radio flyer and he jerked the handle. I did a backflip onto my dome...never been the same since. I was going places before the infamous radio flyer catastrophe of '89
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#53
#53
That's my first memory as well, I cracked my head open at 3 when my brother asked me to stand up in my radio flyer and he jerked the handle. I did a backflip onto my dome...never been the same since. I was going places before the infamous radio flyer catastrophe of '89
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Daaang! Did you pay him back?

I fell down a flight of stairs and hit my forehead on a 2x4. I had to get a bunch of stitches and I have a Harry Potter like scar on my forehead. Although most people don't notice it.

Well I will never forget your B-day, that's a plus!!:)

Nope! I always hated my birth date during school because we couldn't celebrate it during school in class. :cray:
 
#55
#55
7 yrs old-

I sprained my wrist doing a cartwheel in my front yard.

I cut locks of my hair off and thought "Hmm I'll hide this outside somewhere so my momma will never know I cut my hair." Harrr! My azz still hurts from the beating my mama gave me.
 
#57
#57
4 years old my cousin started a "cuss club" - he was like 9. i came in and my mom asked me what i had done/learned and i dropped one of the "b" words on her i'm sure. she whipped me all over the place.

i remember 3 or 4 having to go to the ER with a fever and they put me in an ice bath. my lil teeth were chattering
 
#58
#58
7 yrs old-

I sprained my wrist doing a cartwheel in my front yard.

I cut locks of my hair off and thought "Hmm I'll hide this outside somewhere so my momma will never know I cut my hair." Harrr! My azz still hurts from the beating my mama gave me.

When I was 6 or so my mom told me we were going to get my hair cut the next day. While she was in the shower I took a pair of scissors and chopped my bangs down to about .5 inch or so. Dang she was so upset. I looked like a little mullet child. It was hideous.
 
#59
#59
I got my fair share in over the years. I was 3 then and we fought up until we graduated high school. He had 2 yrs and about half a foot on me, but I was more athletic and had a temper like no other.
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#62
#62
I got my fair share in over the years. I was 3 then and we fought up until we graduated high school. He had 2 yrs and about half a foot on me, but I was more athletic and had a temper like no other.
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It's the Irish in ya! :hi:

Wait you are Irish...right?
 

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