#Earliest childhood memory

[team-target]

What is your earliest childhood memory? 🐣🐥

My earliest memory is watching MTV in the early 90s, exclusively Beavis and Butthead and Ren and Stimpy. The earliest thing I can remember is a Beavis and Butthead music video commentary where Henry Rollins is yelling at me. Lmao

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Hong Kong pls!

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

Hah! This one is always fun. My earliest childhood memory is lying in my crib in my sister's room at the house I grew up in. It was dark - not really pitch black-dark, but the curtains in that room were drawn and they were thick ones, light just coming in from the edges of them.

But in my crib, I was probably 2ish (maybe younger), and I watched as a quarter-sized spark/ball of fire rolled up from the edge of the mattress between it and the frame, and it rolled very slow where I could watch it. It just kept coming up the mattress until it pressed right into the sole of my right foot. I remember a spark-pinch and then warmth spreading up my leg.

I think the next earliest thing I remember is being about three or four and attempting to drive the house - aka I put a key into one of the light sockets.

Thank you for the ask!

Pretty City Asks.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

The first mission the Court send their newly minted Talon on is an assassination attempt on the ward of one Bruce Wayne… Dick Grayson.

Calvin— can’t kill Dick. He can’t.

He didn’t know it would be the boy he grew up in the circus with they want him to murder in cold blood. He didn’t know— didn’t recognize him until the knife was already at his throat.

But he remembers now. And he won’t do it. Never. Never.

He’ll run. Disappear. Dick doesn’t know who he is, it’s better that way, and if he’s lucky the Court will be too busy hunting him to care about the failed assassination.

Unfortunately for Calvin, Dick does remember; Recognizes the Talon.

And he’s not inclined to let his childhood best friend slip through his fingers again after years of believing him dead.

[celestialecho]

🌦️&💤

on childhood best friends.

via ill give you the sun by jandy nelson // via the art of ponyo by hayao miyazaki // jack johnson, we're going to be friends // a message from my childhood best friend // mitski, i guess // via a little life by hanya yanagihara // adventure time, island song (come along with me) // via unknown // abba, chiquitita

[fatehbaz]

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[moghedien]

i swear if you people start uwuifying OCD like you did with ADHD and autism I'm going to start attacking

[attractthecrows]

i just. need a place where i can assess w/o crashing my phone or trying to export samsung files to my laptop

[here-there-were-dragons]

mother's ranting at my dad about how i need to get put on disability and "think of the future" and how horrifying and deranged and "killing her" i am again because i disagreed with her about how oil rigs are built after 20 minutes of her randomly voicing her out of context reactions to clickbait articles at me while i quietly made breakfast and she decided that meant i've been Harassing Her All Day and therefore every single interaction now needs to be a fight (preferably about immigrants somehow) again

she's also for some reason absolutely convinced that i'm "just mad because the toaster broke and taking it out on her"

i was... never even really upset about the toaster at all?? she was significantly more bothered by it than i was. like i can't even really say i felt even mildly annoyed by it? vaguely momentarily inconvenienced, at most, and i forgot about it entirely within like two minutes. trying to get a straight answer out of her about if i could safely put the slightly warmed bread back afterwards was significantly more irritating. but i guess anything goes in her mind if it means she can blame anything other than herself and make me look insane in the process, and so she's going around insisting to everyone that i'm an evil psycho that's "Abusing" her because i'm So Mad About The Toaster and the worst part is i know literally everyone and ESPECIALLY any hypothetical psych workers is going to believe her over me no matter what.

it's been like 20 minutes and she's still going on about how i need to "be an adult" and "plan for the future" and what a burden i am. at this point i'm convinced she gets off on going on like this about me.

[jnple]

sigh. so it's come to this has it. my life has arrived at the stage in which i am an absolute Tolkien nerd. alright then

[b-lessings]

When I was a little girl, around 6-8 years old, my parents would take me shopping for clothes so often, and I remember that I would go into the changing room, put the pants on, they won't feel right so I would just cry, and I would get out of the changing room in tears, and obviously the shop keeper would be freaking out and my mom would be embarrassed, and everyone is asking me what's wrong but I didn't have the words. All I would say is " it doesn't feel right " chocking up on my tears.

I also remember, around the same age and even later, when my mom is styling my hair for school, she'd put it into one braid and I would cry my eyes out as soon as she'd finish saying " it's not right in the middle, it doesn't feel right" and she would try to convince me that the braid is right in the middle of the back of my head but I would keep saying " it doesn't feel right " chocking up on my tears.

Twenty something years later, the pants and the braid became situations and actions toward me, and I find myself, the same little girl in the suffocating changing room, the same little girl in our living room in her school uniform, screaming internally that " it doesn't feel right " chocking up on her tears.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[kragehund-est]

for those curious, the answer to that poll is most definitely black raspberry. despite what some people think, they are indeed a different type of fruit from blackberries. most people from mass that i know prefer black raspberries and they grow wild in new england.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Wait...the son of the North Wind and a wolf named winter... the woman with skin as white as snow hair as black as ebony literally created from a wish when her mother pricked her finger on a snowy day against the window frame and exclaimed out loud at the colours...both children of winter...

[shoplifting]

bakudeku is just reguri for abled, low support needs, and no media literacy people

[gorillaxyz]

hes literally meeeeeee

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Did a quick scribble sketch of a really early childhood memory of mine. Thinking of trying to paint it eventually, for catharsis or something