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If you will, the devil will ride

When I was a kid at school, every Easter they would have an Easter fair. (They still hold it to this day)

I remember helping my Mum make marshmellow bunnies for it. It had something to do with it. We would do it every year, we had big bunny moulds, medium bunny moulds, and little bunny moulds. The big moulds would never work properly, but we'd make them out of different colous of marshmallow, and coat it with dessicated coconut, coloured a different colour.

I also remember on Mother's Day, the PTA would put on a "buy something for your mother" type thing. They would set up a giant stall in the music room, and class by class we were led in there, to buy something for our mothers. Plastic flowers, coin purses, trinket boxes ... that sort of thing.

I grasp at these memories, they are one of the few things I do remember from my childhood. I remember once trying to tell my Dad that the reason I am so forgetful is because of the epilepsy I had in childhood. He laughed at me then, and made fun of me. I sometimes wonder if the two could be linked. Sometimes I hope that could be the reason, so I would have something to blame for it.

I think my memory of past events is more .. associative. I experience something similar, and it triggers a memory.

I have a very, very vague memory, when I was four. I was sitting on a bean bag in front of what looked like a stove, with some ... wires tacked onto me. Maybe my head. There was a nurse, maybe, or someone authoritative talking to me. Its a very vague memory.

Sometimes I hope that everyone is the same as me; everyone remembers with the same lack of acuity.


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Aug. 4th, 2002 03:35 am (UTC)
Well if you're memory is not normal, then that makes 2 of us. I have vague glimpses of memory about childhood... Kinda funny when you mentioned the Easter Fair, I only went to 1 of those, I moved up to QLD in the final year of primary. But I remember I went to the fair with Erin... that'll bemuse Paris I'm sure... It was kinda funny cos all I remember about the easter fair was you playing some sort of instrument (Tuba or something) and getting knocked off the "Greasy Pole" by Erin with a pillow :P

Other than that, my memories of earlier stuff is all emotional tied type stuff. I remember when my Father scared the shit out of me when I was about 6 or 7, when mum was driving and she got cut off and she gave the other car the finger, the guy in the other car was a bit pissed that my mum gave him the finger so he brake tested her and my dad then got very pissed and started shouting at the guy and gave him two fingers... Hehe, the things we remember ;)

Have Fun!
Aug. 4th, 2002 10:28 am (UTC)
I have childhood memories of a greasy pole but i have a feeling if i am forced to decipher them i am going to have to get my old school counsellor fired..
Aug. 4th, 2002 08:25 pm (UTC)
Oh man I remember playing that thing. It's called a Euphonium (sp?) I think the difference between that and a Baritone is that it has a fourth "button" with which you can produce some different sounds. The Tuba is the big wraparound one that

I was never very good at it.

Can't say I really remember much about the greasy pole except that it was there (and it no longer is :p)

Aug. 4th, 2002 04:20 am (UTC)
I don't remember much of my childhood at all :/
Sometimes I wonder why.

I know a coping mechanism of mine is to shove things to the too hard basket in the back of my brain. The thing is it gets clogged up in there and I run out of room for the simple memory tasks then too...
I wish I knew what to blame too :)
Aug. 4th, 2002 05:57 am (UTC)
I can remember plenty about my childhood, but only snippets here and there, and linked in a very weird associative way. Somebody will say something just right, or maybe it'll be some other trigger -- then I remember it for a bit. All in all, I reckon it's just a way for us to keep our brains from filling up with (even more) crap. Besides, I prefer now to what has been.

Blarb, now I just know I'm going to lie awake, not able to sleep thinking about time and perspective and memories. :p
Aug. 5th, 2002 03:54 am (UTC)
Grey pictures and shards
I dont remember much of the years I went to a private school, Whitsunday Anglican, I intentionally blocked out those years, but it made remembering *other* things alot harder. I lose concentration and focus on what I'm doing in the now, too. Actually I remember more of my earlier years now than I used to, but most of my memories are gray, fuzzy, lacking colour and detail. My early days at university, are the most vivid of all, truly in full colour. *grins* shows I need to get out more.

Yes, association, how I'm feeling or stuff thats happening, will rub my neurons and bring the memories into my mind. Heh Hajime, I do that too, thinking about time, memories, life n stuff, its cool to wonder, but not so cool to get all caught up in it.
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