I remember when 14 seemed ancient. Now 30 is but 7 years away, it seems realistic but somehow... impossible. My mind can't cope with the possibility of anything that doesn't look or think like me being me.

I realized last night, as I was talking to some parents, that I now consider everyone under the age of 25 a "kid".

I had to be less than 4 years old... My Mom came into our bedroom in the middle of the night and drug my sister and I out the front door. My Dad was standing in the front yard in just his boxers spraying water on the roof with a hose. A tree had fallen on some power lines and started a fire. I remember standing there in my footsy pajamas on the wet grass and my grandma coming to pick us up in her yellow VW.

Around the same time period, my sister and I were in the back seat of the same VW ready to go to church. My grandma had to run back into the house for something and didn't set the parking break. We were in the middle of the street when she came back out. She freaked out. We just laughed.

you'll still think you're the same. Your mirror may or may not disagree with you -- certain women, while attractive in youth, become quite beautiful as they age. What throws you off is that you still feel like you can relate to people in their teens and early twenties, because you still feel the same inside...only problem is, they see you as a dinosaur.

i recall ( mainly, i think because i saw pictures of this later, and my mom told me about it) being in the back yard in the kiddie pool at 2 yrs old, and taking off my trunks. I also remember falling down the basement steps while my grandmother was babysitting. that was later...maybe 3 yrs old or so.

this lends to my opinion that your soul is not really all the way there right from the start. it grows stronger like a muscle.

Mine was falling down some concrete steps when I was about three and getting some stitches under my chin. I still have the scar. And I remember the little girl next door.

I don't have my own memory of the Day Kennedy was Shot ... although the family legend version is that my Mother and Aunt learned of it when I came to them to ask why Sally Star wasn't on the TV anymore.

I loved Sally Star. I do have memories of watching her while wearing my cowboy hat and sixguns from atop my trusty rocking horse (the molded platic/rubber type with the springs suspended from the metal framework) who was named "Uncle Roy" in honor of my pediatrician. I do not recall why I chose to honor Dr. Ellison in that manner. Neither does my mother.

It may have been the lollypops.

I haven't had any problems with a particular age, but the year 2000 was quite a shock.

my earliest memory is from when I was about 3 or 4 years old (small enough to hold while standing up) and my mother was having another one of her house parties where all her project friends and a bunch of drunk sailors would get drunk and high and play "ring my bell" on the record player. Anyway, I remember this blonde guy holding me on his hip at the top of the stairs, and my aunt brenda screaming "put her down!!! you're gonna drop her! put her dooown!"

I don't think I'll be beautiful, I think I'll be haggard and droopy and look like a man. And I'm a dinosaur now? Fuck that's scary. :worried:

So that thing they say about the Navy is true?

And were the cowboy and indian and police man and construction worker at the bottom of the stairs ready to catch you?

10 funny points awarded to Queen of the Ryche for making me chuckle before her 5th post.

thanks :)

what do they say about the navy?