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I said I appreciate that and would you please explain about the 50 ways
If you think back, what's the most vivid earliest childhood memory that you have? Not surprisingly, since my life seems to have a soundtrack behind it -- my memory involves music. Based on the release date of the movie and the house we lived in, I was four years old at the time. I was in my backyard on my swing-set holding my transistor radio. (Man, that ages me!) I had a cup full of Apple Jacks cereal with me. "If I Can't Have You" by Yvonne Elliman came on and I belted my little heart out. I can't hear that song to this day without thinking of that early summer afternoon.
I have other fuzzy memories from when I was three-to-four that all involve my Popeye (my nickname for my grandfather who passed away when I was four). In one he was playing a harmonica that I now have framed in a shadow box. In another we were singing "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" to one another -- my mom was dating a guy named Stan at the time, and the "make a new plan, Stan" line of the song would crack me up to no end in a fit of giggles. And in yet another, he was diving off a diving board during a vacation we were on, and I was squealing, "Do it again, Popeye! Do it again!" I still get teased about that to this day.
But those memories are all fuzzy, and ones that are partly mine -- party as told by others. The "If I Can't Have You*" memory is mine and mine alone -- since I was by myself at the time. If only life were still as simple as swinging as high as your little legs could kick you in the air, singing, and munching on Apple Jacks...
UPDATE: *Remember my old "break-up songs" entry? Well this site is the jackpot for them!
Hey boy take a look at me...let me dirty up your mind...
I have one specific memory that I think is the earliest of all of my personal recollections: In our living room, at about the age of four or five, dancing on my dad's feet to Brown Eyed Girl and Stuck in the Middle With You. Every single time I hear them, I still sing and bop around!
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I can remember driving my poor mom absolutely insane sitting in the back seat of the car singing the chorus to Little Willy by Sweet, over and over and over.
Little Willy, Willy won't go home
(and yes, I hope it DOES get stuck in your head for the rest of the day. :P~~~ )
Well, non-musically, my earliest childhood memory involves being handed gumdrops by my next door neighbor when I was 2. I don't know why I only remember her handing them to me. But I see it clearly. They were the green ones. Bleh.
Musically, it would have to be me singing and dancing in our huge living room. We had vaulted ceilings and hardwood floors with a player grand piano from 1910, that played antique rolls. My little 3-yr-old ass would 'tap dance' around and belt out songs from Porgy & Bess at the top of my lungs like I was freakin' Shirley Temple.¤ ¤ credit: Joelle | 05.07.03 at 10:08 AM | link--this ¤ ¤
My earliest memory also involves music. Even though I was an Air Force brat, I was fortunate enough that we moved into a house when I was 4 and lived there till we moved to Florida when I was 14. I only have a few memories of the apartment we lived in before then. Playing with sparklers on the 4th of July, getting my finger slammed in the door of a 1969 Pontiac Grand Prix (a couple of times actually, I'm not the quickest study), and standing at the back door listening to CCR's Looking Out My Back Door wondering what the big deal was.¤ ¤ credit: a different Bill | 05.07.03 at 10:19 AM | link--this ¤ ¤
For some reason I really liked the theme song to The Dukes of Hazzard (I think I was about two or three). I would run to the tv when it came on, kind of dance to it, and then run away to do something else. I didn't like the show, only the theme song.¤ ¤ credit: Ermilla | 05.07.03 at 11:12 AM | link--this ¤ ¤
Hmm. My earliest memory would be sitting in front of the tv, watching The Noozles (that cartoon with the koalas) and I think either humming or singing along with it. That and around 5 other cartoons. Drove my parents insane, too.¤ ¤ credit: Marie | 05.07.03 at 11:38 AM | link--this ¤ ¤
I remember I hated my mother playing Anne Murray's "You Needed Me" on the piano when I was 4/5. It would depress me and make me bawl. It would take 30 minutes to calm me down after that song was played. That's probably my earliest music related memory. Music enters my memory more clearly at age 5. My sister and I enjoyed the "Ghostbusters" 33½ single we had and would play that over and over again to dance to it.
I'll admit it. For the heck of it, to stroll down memory lane and reflect on a simpler time, I found all my old NKOTB tapes and listened to "The Right Stuff" last night.¤ ¤ credit: Shawn | 05.07.03 at 12:50 PM | link--this ¤ ¤
An extremely loud thunderclap woke me out of a sound sleep. I was terrified. I stood up in my crib, and climbed out. I can remember thinking at the time that I wasn't supposed to do that, but I'd done it before (and not been caught). I wandered out of my room toward the living room, where the TV was on, and my mom and dad both looked at me, surprised. Dad stood up and said, "hey, little man, how did you get in here?"
I was two. We hadn't adopted my sister yet, and this is one of the few memories where I can remember what I was like at the time, because I was looking straight at my dad's knees as he walked toward me. And I had to look WAY up to see him as he picked me up.
That's the earliest story I have.
CS¤ ¤ credit: Captain Sunshine | 05.07.03 at 01:16 PM | link--this ¤ ¤
My earliest childhood musical memory is of singing, or attempting to sing along with the song "Me and You and a Dog Named Boo". I think I was about three years old at the time.¤ ¤ credit: Kathy | 05.07.03 at 02:48 PM | link--this ¤ ¤
My first memory is of sitting in semi-darkness with my mother because the light bulb was burned out in the livingroom. My dad was pacing back and forth talking on the phone in the kitchen and my mom was teaching me how to write my name with a crayon on a piece of notebook paper. She was so happy because it was the first time I actually spelled it all correctly.¤ ¤ credit: annastazia | 05.08.03 at 12:09 AM | link--this ¤ ¤
My earliest memory happened when I was 3. I was at a park on the swing and the old, rusty chain broke. I didn't even cry, my mom says, and went on to the next swing. Hey, man, I was in to swingin'!¤ ¤ credit: BillH | 05.08.03 at 02:03 AM | link--this ¤ ¤
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