When I was a wee lass(by age I know I'm still short as hell) I had the biggest amount of social anxiety ever. 'Twas nearly Christmas. There was I, the small innocent and adorable goofy looking child, and my beloved mother.

I was freaks the frick out because mom wanted me to go and put money in the salvation army bucket by myself. In the end, she went with me. I was 6. I still can't do that by myself and I'm 4 months away from being 18.

Okay, this is the earliest memory I've got and according to my mom, this was when I was a few months old.

So, I was still a baby, and my mom brought me into a hospital room. Inside was a woman with short brown hair. She seemed older than mom. The woman had wires and tubes connected to her, oxygen was being filtered into her lungs. "Don't touch the wires, it's what's keeping her alive." Mom had said. I didn't really care though, and in my mind, I told myself "I don't care, I just want her." Of course, this was before I could speak. I was being placed next to the woman before my memory cut off. I later learnt that the woman was my dad's mom, who is referred to as 'mom' but in German I think.

remembering the guinea pig i got when i was six

I've got a couple good ones

My very first memory as a kid was when I was around a year old. My family was looking to buy a house and I was crawling around, unsupervised. Not because I was neglected or unloved, but because I'm the oldest of my siblings and I had two others who were newborns who needed constant attention. I remember crawling around on the floor of the kitchen, around the island and looking under the cabnits. Then, I found it. A dead cockroach on the ground. And you know what I thought? "Wow! That looks delicious!" So I ate a dead cockroach I found on the ground. I don't specifically remember eating it, but my parents say they saw me throw it up so clearly I did.

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Another good one, I was around 12 years old and we were at a local restaraunt called Hat Creek (Cool place I reccommed it). It's meant to look older and it has a large yard with tons of things to play on in the back, including a jungle gym, obstical course, and a smaller barn with a large slide inside. But I wasn't interested in all of that, noo, I had just saw a baby frog the size of my pinky nail over the fence and I just NEEDED that frog! The fence there was some large stone fencearound waist high that you would find in medieval movies, but the stones weren't rounded, they were square. But despite all the warning signs telling me not to do it, I attempted to hop the fence. I missed the first time around and scraped my leg a little, so I tried again, and scraped it some more. At least... I thought it was just a scrape. It didn't hurt so bad a first for some odd reason, but what happened was the first time around I had got my leg caught on the sharp part of the fence and, just like ripping fabric, it ripped, and it ripped HARD. The first time around the cut was the size of a small milkyway and it was DEEP. But then I had done the same thing a second time. So now the cut was the size of my pointer finger and (according to the doctors) Has reached the bone. I'm not exaggerating. This was the most painful thing that had happened to me (and I speak from a long list of expirence from broken bones, teeth, deep cuts, and moved cuticles). The main reason this was so painful was the lack of numbing medicine and the 8 stitches. You wouldn't believe how much muscle is on your shin. You feel it and it feels like nothing, but believe me, theres two to three inches of muscle wrapped around that thing. But now that it's healed, I've got a funny hole in my leg and I can stick my finger in it and it makes everyone puke. So some good came out of it! (I guess)

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Another really good one. I was like, 8 years old at this local river where people come to swim and have fun and I was playing around when I stepped on something painful. I looked down and I was bleeding really bad. I looked right up towards my mom and I said, "Mom, I think I stepped on something." Then the funniest thing happened, I was standing on moss so my other foot slipped and whatever cut my forst foot stabbed into my second foot. And I kid you not I said, "Mom, I think I stepped on something again." Then I started crying because believe it or not, cutting 1/5 of your toe off and having your other toe impaled is pretty painful (but not as painful as 8 stitches with no pain meds). My mom, of course, started to freak out because she's a mom and she has left her medical supplies at home. Then these two actual body builders came over and where like- *hair flip* "Need help ma'am?" (the hair flip didn't actually happen, but they were probably thinking it lol) Then one of them picked me up with one arm and carried me all the way up the mountain to my car. But no joke his muscles were bigger then my head at the time. Long story short I got skin glued and the thing I stepped on was glass.

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I was in the Oklahoma EF5 tornado. Just wanted to say I've done it. It stretched miles wide and was insane to look at.

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Wanna hear a funny story?

I was at this park at like- 5 years old. I was in gymnastics so I could do those cool bar flip things they do. But this kid wouldn't believe me so I was showing off when my face connected with the support beam of the bar and my tooth was sliced in half. I went and showed my mom and she freaked out and we lost the half of my tooth. So I've got an artificial tooth now.

Then, funny story, it was Thanksgiving like- a year later, and our enitre family had just left so we were cleaning or somthing, and I had the greatest idea that a 6 year old could ever have and I just had to tell everybody. So I ran across the kitchen and jumped on my brother's highchair (with my arms? Kinda? just to stop my fast speed) I said, "Hey guys-!" Then his high chair fell over and I fell with it. The same tooth broke again.

I was in class two years later chewing on my jacket zipper (because that's what kids do) and I had somehow broke the same tooth in half again.

A couple years later I was playing tag with some friends and I ran face-first into the swingset and broke that same tooth again.

A few months later it just broke for no reason again.

(Fun fact: Because of this I am unable to drink any soft-drink)

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I know I wrote this post like- hours ago, but I just thought of another thing that happened to me. I was either seven or eight and we lived in an apartment building that allowed pets. We were on the second floor and had a little balcony in the back that viewed the parkinglot. Back then we had two cats named Ginger and Jasper. Ginger was an extremely fluffy Maine Coon and Jasper was a not so fluffy Turkish Van. (Both were pure-bred if... anyone was wondering-) Ginger just always wanted to go outside. Jasper didn't as much. But we didn't want to put Ginger outside because our last cat was an outdoor cat and he died young. But silly seven year old me thought I just had the most brilliant idea, why don't we just put her on the balcony! I didn't ask anyone if this were a good idea or not because I thought my plan was so fail-proof that absolutely nothing could possibly go wrong! So, I carefully shoved Ginger onto the balcony (because I was too small to pick her up) and decided to stay with her to see her reaction to being outside for the first time. I was so excited for this for some reason, but then it all went downhill. Ginger jumped on the railings of the balcony and I didn't mention before the railings were like- extremely thin. So then seven year old me saw the error of my ways and began to panic, so I lunged for Ginger. Ginger did not like my sudden movements and the whole lunging at her, and her only escape was to jump off the balcony, and that's exactly what she did. I don't know how it ended up the way it did, but somehow I actually was able to grab her tail. So she was dangling off the edge of a cliff and I was trying so hard to pull her up but she was hissing in pain and trying to scratch me to try to get me to stop hurting her, but I didn't want to drop her. Seven year old me was in full-panic mode. Your probably like, "Gingers just a cat, I'm sure a Seven year old human could lift a tiny cat. Stop making things up." But keep in mind that she was a pure-bred Maine Coon cat. She was a giant! If you don't know what a Maine Coon is, it's one of the largest cat breeds and she sure didn't dishonor that name. This cat was 20 pounds, squirming, hurting me, dangling off the second floor of a building, while I've never experienced something so traumatizing. Eventually I accidently dropped her, but ever hear the saying, "Cats always land on their feet"? She did just that and she was fine. But I wasn't and I still think about it today. (Ok, ok, ok, ok. This sounds a lot like a story in my about packs thing. This is a different cat, Kiwi fell off the second floor of my house and it wasn't really a balcony, it's kinda like an indoor bridge. Also, Kiwi was a few months old and I was on the first floor wittnessing it.)

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If you skipped all of that and you're just reading this, between each ~ is a story and I tried to keep them pretty short for you :)

(wow, that was a long post lol)

OMG, you have had a very interesting life.

i once threw a tortilla at my sister and it smacked her in the face

SO this is how my bests guy friend broke his wrist in high school. Some backgrouns information: His name is Julius. He had been my friend for six years, and he was super competitive. So one day we were in the mat room at school, playing dodgeball with our P.E. class. He saved our team by dodging a ball, he was the last man standing. But when he dodged that ball, he pretty much jumped and slammed himself into the brick wall. He had to get stitches on his eyelid, and his wrist broke from impact. So yeah. Let that be a lesson, I know there are middle/high school boys on here. DOnt slam yourselves into walls...