drowning ......was 8 at the time and someone pushed me in 15 ft of water at a pool ......good thing the lifeguard was alert .........charley was his name ........he is dead now but i never forgot him even 46 years later . because of him i got to enjoy life to the fullest. WHERE EVER YOU MAY BE ,CHARLEY ................THANKS
Not in any real order: First time I had sex my grandfathers death First time I dunked in a game My wedding The birth of my daughter My best friends suicide buying my first car Getting jumped and the shit beat out of me when I was 13 Those are what jumped into my head
My grandad's funeral- the first person close to me to die The day I shoved a snail shell up my nose- I was VERY young, but still had to go to hospital etc The first time I saw a proper live gig The last day of college- It was awesome The day Martin and I got together
when I was little I spent a lot of time at my grand mothers house because my mom was a single mom working full time and going to school full time but she always had this sweet musky smell when she came to pick me up, even if I was half asleep I knew my mom was there. funny she doesn't smell that way anymore (I know that sounds strange) but every once in a while driving in the car or doing something with my kids I will smell it and remember those days. The other signifigant memory I have is when I first knew unconditional love and that I would do anything for my children. after almost nine monts of pregnancy I wen't into labor I had a difficult time and a sh*ty doctor. He put both me and my daughter at risk. his partner ended up caring for me in the nick of time but all I could think of is to make decissions to save my daughter and I coudn't have cared less if it ment her life for mine. With both of my daughters I took one look at them for the first time and knew that there wasn't a damn thing in this world that they could do to make me stop loving them. No matter what happens in thier live I will always be a safe place for them to fall. I know the first moments in their lives what unconditional love is really about.
Moving from Wales to England when i was 7, following my parents divorce. Meeting my boyfriend Passing exams and going to college Similar to whoever said primary school, the first time i heard someone speak French. It was like a feeling of remembrance even though id spent my whole life in Britain. Other than that, quite obscure and seemingly insignificant memories. The day me and my best friend spent building sandcastles on the beach, or the time we ran through the snow half drunk...and train journies as a child. Xx
when i lost my virginity my first kiss the time i was anorexic/bulemic the time i was physically violated (molested) when i found out my best friend died
the first time i picked up a guitar and practiced the hell out of ode to joy moving to maryland where i am now and meeting the best friends i could have my first time smoking pot at a friends my first acid trip in order of occurance
well, there are alot, i rather not mention the sad/depressing/gloomy ones, although they have shaped me to some extent, i don't care to be defined by them. i would have to say the most significant one, the one that changed/saved my life forever would have to be: Going through my dads old dusty records/CDs that i'd found in the basement one stoned afternoon.
losing my virginity putting my dog (Wolf/Collie) down finding out at 17 my best friend and my lover were together smoking pot for the first time my friend's death from an overdose the day i consciously gave up my addiction, or left it behind, knowing what a long road it would be
moments in your life that stand out as significant memories Going to my grandparents house as a child. My sisters and i would go swimming in the pool and walk into the field to the park and have grass sticking to our wet legs. Then coming back for some pasta. When marc was hit by a train, and how much regret i had felt, and still feel. the year before his death we would talk on the phone everyday about almost anything, yet i wasnt brave enough to be his friend at school, and eventually we stopped talking. Because he wasnt 'cool' enough. i will never forget hugging his mom at the funeral, and feeling her shake with pain. I will never forget seeing his sister, who looked just like him, standing there calmly, and then bursting out in sobs that knocked her off her feet as people tried to catch her. I will always remember the sleepless nights where i cried so hard i couldnt breathe. And i would beg for it not to be true. I walked by the train tracks today. It hurt.
I must've been 4 or 5 years old, when my dad picked me up from kindergarden one morning to go on this fantastic kanotrip, it was such a beautifull sunny spring day and i remember it is so vivid. he got sick a while after that and died when i was 7. that left a scar
Ok... Chronologically: 1.a boy who i called my older brother. he wastn't my real brother but we were that close. he killled himself 15 years later... 2.the day i heard Asturias. That day i knew i'll play guitar all my life. I was 5. 3. the day when my grandpa died.. I was 9 years old.... 4.The day i started to hang out with the boy who later became my first love. He wastn't my first boyfriend but he was the only one i actually loved. we were together 5 and a half years.... 5. when i started to hand out with the man i now call my brother. i can't thank God enough for sending him to me. that's it for me...
The day i was at work and my parents came and told me my boyfriend had died it was april 5th so I kept waiting to hear aprils fool ... Then 3 yeas later when my best friend died in a vechile accident
Before i was old enough for school me and my cousin elsie who was one year older than me would spend every day together at mine or her house, and the time we thought it would be a good idea to try bungee jumping out of the tree above my sandbox using a completely unstretchy rope tied around our waists. she went first haha. At the same time in my life every day we would bake anzac biscuits and steal nearly half the mixture to eat and thought my mum never knew... Her party when i was 12 and i was the only guy with a bunch of hypo year 7 girls, ended up making out with a few under the pool table and coming to school on monday with a grin that would not be hid haha so damn psyched i was. The time i heard through a door my grand-dad telling my mum quietly about how my grand-mothers spirit had come to him and told him it was ok if he married someone else now that she was dead. The first moment of clarity and realisation i ever had, it made me feel distanced from society and was overwhelmingly wonderful. First time i had proper hallucinations, after my friends had gone to sleep and i was outside by myself so immeasureably happy about it. The first time i got drunk, in a camp-out in the bush near my friends house, walking around jumping over things and being so freaking psyched on the fact i was on a drug hahahahaha. The day i decided to no longer follow the religion thoughtlessly i had grown up with and been told my whole life was right and the only way and that everything else was wrong, it was in church, and when i walked out that day i felt free knowing i could question everything an the whole world looked so fresh and new.
hmm in no order: -my mom and dad telling me they were 'seperating' on the porch of our 'happily ever after' california home. theyve been divorced for 8 years now. -my first kiss -the way my bf raises his right eyebrow -pretending to be ginger spice, singing at the top of my lungs jumping on my bed (i was 8) -realizing that i had 'issues'.