I was 22 yrs old when I stop by my parents house on the way home from work one day. I was suddenly very curious about a memory I had
always had. I guess being comfortable with it is why nothing was ever said earlier.
So I found my Mom in the backyard, told her I had this memory I really
knew nothing about, described the memory. When I was done, she threw
one of the gloves on her hand at me and she said, "What the hell ,is this
some kind of a joke?" as she bolted passed me.
So she goes in the house yellin for my Pop," Pete what the hell are you two trying to pull? Pop, " nothing why what's he tryin to pull". He no
sooner got those words out of his mouth. My Mom gasped for air sat in
a dining room chair. She went thru three " oh my Gods " in a high pitch,
while pointing at me and she says, " He remembers the day he was born."
My Dad didn't miss a beat, as he pulled his last cowboy boot on, he stood
straight up and said," Well, you're always saying what great memory he has".
Nothing ever phased my Dad.
I described the Doctor, the color of the tile on the floor and how I knew
it to be a rainy day is anybody's guess.
My father accidentally speared my penis through with a nappy pin when I was too young to focus my vision
[edit on 11-12-2009 by randyvs]