• 30th April
    2014
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I remember…
Asking my father if he could even drive all the way to Israel. I had always wanted to drive like him. He said yes.

  • 18th July
    2013
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I remember…
My best guy friend and I were rolling down a grassy hill waiting for his brother to finish his baseball game. It was great fun. However, my hair was long and in the way. So, my friend thoughtfully lent his baseball hat to me and told me to cover my face with my hands so we could roll some more. I did get red bumps all over any exposed skin; I guess I am allergic to grass! Consequently, this was the one and only time I had ever rolled down a hill. But it is one of my fondest memories.

  • 16th June
    2013
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I remember…
I made my little sister a sandwich when I was about 8 years old. We had some great lettuce in the fridge and I was so excited to do something with it. Except after I gave the sandwich to her, my mother came to me a few minutes later and said I had given her a cabbage sandwich! I remember thinking it looked too good to be true!

  • 10th June
    2013
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I remember…
When I was little, I would only eat popcorn one at a time. I was a goody-goody child, and I thought that was the only way to eat the snack. One day, while my family was watching a documentary in some aquarium in Texas - I must have been around 5 years old - I saw the girl sitting in front of me eating the kernels by twos and threes. I was astonished. I followed her lead and have not turned back ever since.

  • 25th November
    2012
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I remember…Cinderella is the Disney princess I tried copying the most, in terms of clothing. That headband thing when she’s in her ballgown - I tried that and ended up breaking my favorite headband in the process. ._. The bow on the pink dress ^ I tried doing with a really long ribbon I had. I also tried making a green necklace. Oh, the joys of being a little kid.

I remember…
Cinderella is the Disney princess I tried copying the most, in terms of clothing. That headband thing when she’s in her ballgown - I tried that and ended up breaking my favorite headband in the process. ._. The bow on the pink dress ^ I tried doing with a really long ribbon I had. I also tried making a green necklace. Oh, the joys of being a little kid.

  • 17th November
    2012
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I remember…
I used to like a boy. All through childhood and most of my adult life thus far. We were even best friends as children with the best memories. Even at our occasional meet-ups as we got older. Well, I have the best memories. You know that feeling when the other person remembers little to nothing special? The moment you realise you will never have a chance with them? It is called hurt. It is called you need to learn to let go. The fond memories are still there, and some things I post still will and have been about them. But I do believe I have learned, finally after all these years, to relinquish my hold on these feelings. I make new and amazing memories now, with the love of my life, who remembers just as much of them, if not more, as I. God always knows best.

  • 7th November
    2012
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I remember…
I had this stuffed bear for a brief period of time. It was white with a light blue onesie with a hood. The only reason I know I am not making things up in my head is I have one picture of it on the side in the picture. I do not remember the last time I saw it or how I lost it. To this day, I make a halfhearted effort to find it when we move or do spring cleaning. I miss him. He is forever one of my prized possessions.

  • 10th July
    2012
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I remember…
Visiting NYC with my auntie and uncle on a Sunday in the rain. I was six years old. It was the first time I’d ever been allowed to visit the huge Disney store. My uncle, who loved to spoil me, bought me a 101 Dalmatians backpack that looked like an actual stuffed animal with straps…and a Minnie Mouse umbrella, despite my mother’s complaints. It was the best day, ever. Almost 15 years later, I still have that backpack, and it still holds fond memories. However, I have no idea where that umbrella went. Forever in my memories.

  • 20th May
    2012
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I remember…
Sometime when my grandparents were visiting me from the West coast, I was playing in the playground by myself, throwing huge rocks from the highest part of the park. I was trying to break them, I suppose. Later on, I saw one that had broken with a sparkly substance. I, being the budding archaeologist, thought it looked like amethyst, only it was black. I showed it to my grandfather, whom I thought knew everything on earth. He looked at it and said, “I think that is a black diamond.” I never quite believed him, but I was also quite gullible; I wasn’t ever sure when he was joking. I still don’t know what it is, but I still have the rock. There are so many cool memories in my rock collection from my childhood, and this is just one of them.

  • 6th May
    2012
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I remember…
There was this little boy Alan my mother used to babysit when he was 1-2 years old. His mother would always want to give my mother gifts and such; that’s just how she is. My mother would never accept, so she always gave my sister and me the presents. Once, she gave us a mini Easter wagon filled with all sorts of goodies and candy. We’d always be excited when Alan came over because we knew it meant nice surprises from his mother (hehe). Hey, we were only 8 and 4.
Well, today I got to see that two-year old boy after 13 years. He is so tall and so grown up! His parents haven’t changed at all. We had a nice lunch together; it was great catching up after all this time.

  • 20th February
    2012
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I remember…
My family used to go on road trips with another family who had two boys around my age. On one of those trips, I rode with them in the middle seat, as usual. The only difference was that there were popcorn crumbs everywhere. The younger one took it upon himself to make spitballs and aim them at me. It was all in good fun. I, of course, squealed and begged him to stop countless times. His brother said to me, “I’ll protect you!” and covered me as best as he could.
Looking back, I am glad that their parents didn’t interfere. I now have a great memory and something to carry with me when I have a boy who throw spitballs at little girls. As long as there is no mean intention, I think I’ll let them have their fun so they can have memories just as I do.

  • 15th January
    2012
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I remember…
When my sister was one year old, I used to play peek-a-boo with her. We’d both put our hands over our eyes when I said, “Peek!” And when I would say “a-boo,” she would keep her hands over her eyes until I said “a-boo” multiple times in rapid succession. It was the cutest thing.

  • 3rd January
    2012
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I remember…I had two best guy friends as a child. Our mothers were best friends, so we saw each other a good amount. We would do everything together - from playing in the park, to arguing if Santa Claus was real or not, to watching movies. We would also have drawing “contests.” We’d each make up a scenario that we all individually had to draw. One of my friends came up with “road into the sunset with mountains.” I won that round. :3 Not that that matters. Anyway, this picture reminds me of the good times my friends and I had together as children; thankfully, we still keep in touch once in a while.

I remember…
I had two best guy friends as a child. Our mothers were best friends, so we saw each other a good amount. We would do everything together - from playing in the park, to arguing if Santa Claus was real or not, to watching movies. We would also have drawing “contests.” We’d each make up a scenario that we all individually had to draw. One of my friends came up with “road into the sunset with mountains.” I won that round. :3 Not that that matters. Anyway, this picture reminds me of the good times my friends and I had together as children; thankfully, we still keep in touch once in a while.

(Source: ilovedoodle, via havearide)

  • 10th November
    2011
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I remember…
When I was little, when I would feel my pulse in my “stomach,” I never told anyone because I thought it was just me and no one would believe me. I actually only found out that I wasn’t hallucinating last semester when we learned the head to toe assessment at school. Now, I know that the aorta is palpable in that region. I was so silly.

  • 10th October
    2011
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I remember…
It was almost time for dinner, and I had asked my father if I could eat a mozzarella stick. He said no. So, I asked my mother. She said yes. But for some reason, immediately after she gave her permission, I told her that my father had said no. I guess I really wasn’t a lying child haha. Well, that consequently made her say no as well. I think I learned that day who to ask first forever.