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It's actually funny you say that Julius; as me and another member have been chatting and I just got through telling this person some sh#t that I went through when I was 3. Very spooky You are a mind reader Julius Rains You must get creeped out reading Bilbo's mind
I dont think i have any memories left of the age of 1,2,3,4. wait maybe a little at the age of 4 maybe thats 5. Im not sure but im only 21 so im pretty sure by the time im 31 my memory will only go back at the age of 8. I think thats how it works.

Geez what in the world happened to you when you at the age of 3? usually only awful things remain in peoples memory when its thatt far off from their current age.

No reading bilbos mind is not that bad, but reading clubbers mind is impossible....cause he has noun
When I was 2 1/2, my sister and I had a kite. We lived right next to a lake or pond, and I was sitting there watching her fly the kite. I don't remember actually that part, but I remember going after the kite when it went into the pond. Ran right off the dock My mom was inside and my sister who is older was supposed to be watching me. She's a b#tch so I know she probably wanted to drown me. Anyways, I don't remember being in the water, just my mom pulling me out and crying. Some other memories from the age of 3-5, but I'm not getting into them on this public board. Bad sh#t; we've all been through it, but not something really for public consumption.
yea I understand, but i'll share one. i think i was around 9 at the time i lost my ability to panic. Im serious man, im always calm and people that know me things im cold. Anways what happen is that, I was sleeping in my parents room is directly the left front face of the house. And while i was sleeping around 1 am I was awaken by gun shots. Hitting directly at the room i was in and the room above which was my brothers room upstairs. After a few shots i can hear my mother calling for my name and my other brother running to get me. i was taken to the living room, which was at the back of the house. Everybody said it was safer there, then while this was going on i can hear a group of people running from upstairs to downstair. then my mother screaming at my oldest brother to not go outside. my mother goes running from the living room, pass the kitchen to the front door. my other brother runs after her and they take her back to the living room. Funny for some reason I am standing around, now getting ignored and thinking nothing at all....from then on i think life slowed down.