Non-important moments you will remember forever

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A few years ago, I was in the doctor’s office. He thought I had Valley Fever, so I had some X-Rays taken. Those weren’t conclusive, so I had to get blood drawn. Until that time, I was to take some anti-fungal medicine. He gave me the medicine, and I read the box.

Me: “Dr. So-and-so, I know I may not be a doctor and all, but I honestly don’t think I have Viginitis.”

He explained to me that the medicine would work for me, even though the fungus could be in my lungs. I accepted his word and took the medicine. Turns out I didn’t have Valley Fever.

But I will always remember my confusion. What non-life altering moments will you remember?

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[ul][li]I remember going to nursery school (I believe that is what it was called back in the 1940’s) and telling everyone that they were going to die. [/li]
[li]I remember blackouts during WWII and an offical stopping out in front of our house and telling my dad to blow out the candle.[/li]
[li]I remember listening to Fibber McGee and Molly and waiting for the closet to be opened. Also Mr. & Mrs. North solve mysteries. Oh and Froggie to pluck his magic twanger and yell "Hi ya, folks, hi ya!"[/li]
[li]I remember the doctor and my mother having to hold me down to give me a shot, which was the last time I did that.[/ul][/li]
Damn, I can remember lots of non important stuff. Problem is I can’t remember the important stuff near as well. :frowning:

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I remember falling asleep during show-and-tell in preschool. We were sitting in a big circle, showing off the stuff we had brought in. One minute some kid three people to my left was doing his schtick. The next thing I knew, a girl five people to my right was talking. My item (I don’t remember what it was) was still sitting in my lap, and nobody ever said anything to me about missing my turn. I was very confused for a few minutes until I figured out what had happened.

Oh, and I also remember that my little cat nap was very restful. I had plenty of energy the rest of the day.

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My Dad is a very tall guy, of course when I was little he seemed absotively ginormous. He’d often scratch his back by rubbing it against the corner where two walls intersected, and I thought that was just the coolest grownup thing in the world.

I was about 6 when I had this blinding revelation that the walls went all the way to the floor and I too could use this handy dandy back scratcher. :smack:

About thirty seconds later I had a second epiphany, concerning my own idiocy for not having realized this sooner, but oh what a moment!

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Once when I was very young, maybe three or four, there was some music playing in the living room (odd, looking back – my parents never listen to music). It was some sort of instrumental, maybe even classical, and suddenly I just burst into tears because the music was so beautiful. My mother tried to comfort me and find out what was wrong, but I couldn’t put it into words.

Music still does that to me once in a while, but I believe that was the very first time.

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That’s the problem with not drinking or taking drugs . . . I remember every goddam minute of my life.

One “non-moment” stands out. I was in elementary school—40 years ago, more or less!—waiting at the bus stop one morning. Cold. Looking down Greentree Lane for the bus to come 'round the bend. Looking past the low hill and the tree on the neighbor’s lawn, looking down at the new asphalt on the driveway. And thinking, for no particular reason, “I’ll concentrate, so I’ll remmeber this for the rest of my life.” And to this day, it’s like a perfectly clear snapshot.

Now, what I learned in school that day is a blank . . .

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I remember when I was about 6 or so sitting in the living room and watching Golden Girls with my family. Most of the jokes were over my head, but every time I heard the laugh track go, I laughed too, pretending to have gotten the joke.

I remember sitting in the kitchen with my older brother and sister. We had just poured our cereal, with Justin being the last one to pour. He touched the milk jug, then yelled out, “Oh my gosh, touch this, it’s really hot!” Of course I touched it right away, and it felt completely normal. Justin smirked at me, “You touched it last. Now it’s your job to put it away.”

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Sitting on the freezer in my uncle’s basement, I remember my cousin telling me I had wonderful posture and how good it was that I didn’t slouch. :dubious:

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I remember when I was about 3 in preschool, and my class was walking down the hall when the front person just threw up. He practically emptied out his body. And since he was in the front, his vomit covered the walkway. It pissed us off because we were on our way to reccess. I still know the guy, and ever since then I haven’t really liked him. I have a phobia of vomit. shudders

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Yeah, I’m with you there. Stupid, insignificant moments from years ago I can think of fine, but I can’t remember worth a damn what I did yesterday. Hell, sometimes I forget what I’m going to say while I’m saying it.

Oh, I can remember every stupid thing I have done in my life. And there’s a lot. Those, I’d wish I forget.

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When I was in my early teens (I think) my dad and I were driving to a ski area for some night skiing. It was dusk and I was looking up at the moon. Suddenly I understood how far away the moon was. It was like I could feel it.

That’s all!

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When I was 2, my mother and a friend made some cherry tarts for the people in the old folks home. So I was sitting in the car, and there were these lovely, warm, aroma-rich tarts right there next to me. And I couldn’t have one.

It’s my earliest memory of wanting something desperately and not being able to have it. It’s amazing how something so little is burned into my brain so well.

Of course I can eat as many cherry tarts as I want now, but I don’t. I really don’t enjoy them much.

I view it as A Puzzle of Life. Why is something so important at one point and at another point not even worth thinking about?

So sometimes I just ask myself: “Is this just a cherry tart?”

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The first time the my ex from college farted in front of me. (Not the reason we broke up)

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I must have been younger than 5 because it was at a house we moved from when I was that age. It was a beautiful, breezy day and the leaves were flying around, and I went out in the back yard and started twirling and twirling around.

At about that age, one evening my parents took me to the public library childrens’ room. The shelves of books were all arranged by grade level. I was in kindergarten then, but could read quite well, so the picture books marked “K” were interesting, but not terribly so. I told my mom I would be glad when I was older and would be allowed to read the other books, too. When she told me I could borrow any book in the room that I wanted, now, without waiting, I was suddenly stricken with a feeling of incredible wealth. When I found out that I could borrow any book in the upstairs grownups room, too, I was in heaven.

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Religious Education (ie Christian propaganda) was obligatory at my public school. I was about 8 at the time, and remembered my RE teacher telling us how important it was to pray because we could talk to god.

I recall going home and wandering around in the back yard with my hands clasped together, trying to talk to god. It was the most pointless one-ended conversation I ever had. I remember opening my eyes, feeling no more enlightened than before I’d started, and thinking, “well, that was a waste of time”. LOL I haven’t prayed since.

Max the heathen. :smiley:

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When I was in kindergarten, this chick was trying to copy off my paper. The assignment was to cut out pictures of objects and paste them next to the word for that object. I knew she was peeking at my paper, so I got a whole bunch wrong on purpose. I later told my Mrs. Manty what I’d done and she allowed me to do the assignment over.

Becky, if you’re out there: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

When I was in first grade, I was hospitalized for a really long time because I had pneumonia. Mrs. Eskuri organized a fund raiser thingy in which all the kids in my class brought a quarter or two to school, and they bought me a balloon and some flowers. They also had a card making project. I guess that’s not really unimportant though.

When I was a kid, I had this ridiculous ability to spot cops from miles away. I’m not sure anymore if it was pure luck or not, but I was amazingly accurate. I remember several occasions, travelling from Moose Lake, MN (my home back then) to Floodwood, MN (where my dad’s employer (a trucking company) was based), of “calling” cops for whichever parent happened to be driving.

Speaking of kindergarten, during my orientation (going with my parents to meet with the teacher, a one-on-one sort of thing, like parent/teacher conferences) on the playground, I went down the tornado slide and bumped my head pretty hard. I didn’t go on that slide for the rest of the year.

In sixth grade I paired with a girl named Aleshia for a science project. We had to make something that would protect an egg from a two-story drop or something. Her dad helped us make it because he didn’t want us messing with rubber cement by ourselves. Our egg didn’t break. I also invented tuna fish soup with that girl.

Another one from kindergarten: We (I don’t remember why) took a field trip to my best friend, Elizabeth’s, house and watched her grandpa make maple syrup from :gasp!: TREE SAP! I think I could probably remember every school trip I ever went on with enough time.

In third grade my math teacher taught us a song so we’d remember how to spell her name. “Butkiewicz” isn’t easy for an 8 year old to remember. :slight_smile: Clearly it worked, since I still know it. And in seventh grade, my social studies teacher (Mr. Giersdorf, who didn’t teach us a song so that might not be the correct spelling) revealed a 12 digit number on the blackboard and gave us 30 seconds to memorize it. The number was 149250738427. I’ve often thought of going to his classroom today (assuming he still teaches there), writing that number on the board without saying anything, and walking back out, just because I think it’d be funny.

I still remember the first phone number I ever had to learn, as well as the first address I had to learn, which happened when I was, like, five. I could really go on forever with completely useless memories of my past. But I won’t. :slight_smile:

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In second grade, circa 1975, we were all sitting in the hallway right after a tornado drill. I turned to Kip Looney (his real name? only Kip and I know for sure) and made a joke about one of the teachers being fat. He looked shocked that I’d said that.

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I don’t know about forever, but here’s a few that stick.

I always used to remember exactly where (which area of the tree) we hung the Star Trek ornament, every year.

Once two of my friends were arguing about something, and it eventually ended with “Yeah, well you’re short!” “Oh YEAH, well YOU listen to pop music!!!”

I don’t think this can be explained, but it involved another friend screaming, “The devil!!!” in the middle of class, and me being unable to stop laughing.

At the end of the year, all the “drama kids” write and perform scenes to mock each other. One of the characters in one of them was… “Oh my god! It’s Tracy!” “No it isn’t, it’s Rammelkamp!” “No, it’s Garrett!” [pause] “No, look! It’s a horribly dressed combination of all three!!!” Then “Trammet” comes in yelling “TRAMMET SMASH!!!” and hilarity ensues.