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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 24537507 11/01/2012 08:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When I was around 6 or 7 I was playing in the woods above my parents home. I came into a clearing ans sat down on a large flat rock and startted to eat a grilled cheese sandwich my mom had made for me. I saw large animal moving in the tree line but couldn't make out what it was. When my father came looking for me he had seen a mountain lion close by. I always remembered that and figure i may have come close to being a snack that day. |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 1130777 11/01/2012 08:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It was August 13, 1977 and I was 8 years old. I thought to myself, "all these days go by as time passes and they are all forgotten unless something special happens. That seems so sad. Because even though nothing special is happening, today is a beautiful day, and it should not be forgotten. So, I'm going to memorize this date and remember it for the rest of my life so its never forgotten, even though nothing special happened today." Almost 35 years later I still haven't forgot. |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 17162049 11/01/2012 08:11 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When I was around 6 or 7 I was playing in the woods above my parents home. I came into a clearing ans sat down on a large flat rock and startted to eat a grilled cheese sandwich my mom had made for me. I saw large animal moving in the tree line but couldn't make out what it was. When my father came looking for me he had seen a mountain lion close by. I always remembered that and figure i may have come close to being a snack that day. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 24537507 Jesus, that's terrifying! I have a cousin who was attacked by a mountain lion when he was 10. His dad drug the thing off of him, I think he actually beat it with a hammer or something. He had to get tons of stitches. Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? Im from Idaho, so mountain lions are everywhere up north. |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 26130402 11/01/2012 08:16 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I have this memory from when I was about sixteen, that only lasted a second or two, yet it was important enough to me that it is forever lodged in my brain in perfect clarity. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 17162049 I was driving my clunker of a car and stuck in traffic. I was annoyed at the cluster or cars, angry that I couldn't just get home and get a pile of homework done. I had a million things on my mind that day. I know I won't be moving for a while, so I glance over at a nursing home that's on that street. One of the giant windows has the curtains pulled open, and there is an old woman there. She is propped up in a raised hospital bed with an oxygen tube in her nose and an IV in her arm. She's obviously in poor condition, and she's staring straight at me. When we make eye contact, I nervously lift a hand in greeting. You can tell its a struggle, but she slowly lifts her hand a bit and waves back. Finally, I can drive off, so I do. Something about this brief moment in time is just burned into my memory. Maybe it was the sad look on her face, or the frailty of her thin body. Maybe it was realizing that we won't live forever and that one day, I could be lonely in a hospital bed, just wanting a human connection. I wonder about that woman all the time, though I'm sure by now she's passed on. Maybe I should have visited her, I don't know. Do you have any brief, profound moments like this GLPers? Beautiful Story! As a person who hurts to see others hurt...I have a lot of memories like this one. |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 17162049 11/01/2012 08:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It was August 13, 1977 and I was 8 years old. I thought to myself, "all these days go by as time passes and they are all forgotten unless something special happens. That seems so sad. Because even though nothing special is happening, today is a beautiful day, and it should not be forgotten. So, I'm going to memorize this date and remember it for the rest of my life so its never forgotten, even though nothing special happened today." Almost 35 years later I still haven't forgot. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1130777 What a deep 8 year old! I think this kind of thing sometimes and I'm 23. I usually end of forgetting anyways, though. My memory has become more and more awful as I've gotten a little older. It's as if theres too much information in it now (Im taking college classes) that I can hardly remember yesterday. |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 7880169 11/01/2012 11:16 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Do you think God talks to us through other people at times? Even if it's years in advance? One day, not too long ago, I was contemplating the differences in cultures and their beliefs, wondering why some of the Irish believed in Leprechauns. I wondered if they really existed. I was reminded then of a memory of my sister telling me her daugher, my niece, told her one day about twelve years ago that she had seen a little man sitting on a branch in the tree in the backyard. This same niece got up one morning and told her mother, my sister, that a male had talked her the night before while she was laying in bed. She asked him if he was God and he told her she could call him whatever she wasnted to. He then gave her some advice. She was only about 6 years old at the time. I was thinking not too long ago that I didn't think God cared what we called him. |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 22621726 11/01/2012 11:43 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I was sixteen and my Mum was terrified of mice and rats. She had seen a few droppings in the house and had laid out poison. I was outside after school and noticed a mouse walking very slowly, disorientated and coming near my leg. It's eyes were glazed over and I knew it had eaten the poison and was dying. My heart went out to this mouse, I thought it was such a cruel way to die. My first thought was to give the mouse some bread, my thinking was that it would help "soak up" the poison. Was worth a try, I had to do something. I sat there and watched as this little creature held the bread in it's tiny paws and ate, it was incredibly cute! The mouse improved over the next couple of hours, even opening it's eyes but when my Dad came home he ended it's life in a more humane way. I was a bit upset as I had nursed this little thing and knew it was getting better. This has stayed with me and now that I am 36, I still recall that day with the mouse like it happened yesterday. Since that day my parents have never laid out any poison. They witnessed my actions that day and something changed for them. The funny thing is my Mum rarely saw any mice/rats after that day, she had been seeing them constantly before this event. All creatures great and small! |
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| oh_yikes User ID: 26704590 11/01/2012 11:56 PM ![]() Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I was 5 years old (this was over 40 years ago) and I was taking a bath. I began thinking about what "forever" and "eternity" meant, and I began freaking out about the fact that now that I was in this world, I was never going to get off of it. Being raisedCatholic, we were taught that your soul continues on into eternity. I began crying, and my mother came running in, wondering what was the matter. I began hysterically blubbering about "the world going on and on and I can't ever get off". I am sure my mom thought she had a very odd kid on her hands. I will never forget the fear and despairing feeling at the thought of being trapped in existence for all eternity. Kind of deep for a little kid, but I am sure many kids think stuff like this, they just don't talk about them. Last Edited by oh_yikes on 11/01/2012 11:57 PM |
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| hoot no more/hasheater User ID: 25346628 11/05/2012 07:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Jay Leno introduceing Charlie Sheen a few months ago as SIR CHARLIE SHEEN yipes!!! Charlie is going to get a knighthood from the Queen........for what? huummmmmm "good acting" getting close to A.....J, becomeing a truther, then fakeing a breakdown...............as they say in the spook trade: "poisoning the well" maybe |
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| Truthache free and unaffiliated User ID: 1465537 11/05/2012 08:03 AM ![]() Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 5 years old. Riding my bike alone early one morning to a White Hen Pantry (Once a Chicago area version of 7-Eleven) it was only about 200 yards from our home at the time. I veered off the sidewalk and onto the lawn of an old house for just a second. Suddenly A huge car lurched into the driveway from off the street, a man jumped out, grabbed me, and threw me in the back of his car while yelling something about riding bikes on other peoples lawns. Anyone watching would have thought he was a parent or grandparent but he was just a creepy stranger I had never seen before. In the car he said he was going to take me to jail. I really thought he was going to take me to jail for riding my bike on a lawn. All I could do was cry and say through tears now flowing in buckets "I want my mommy! I want my Mommy!" His face changed and he reached back around his seat, opened my door, and told me to go home. I bolted even leaving my bike behind. I shudder when I consider the many different ways my life might have turned if that man took me to "jail" in warm pursuit... |