What's a memory(or person)that has stuck with you for as long as you can remember and why?

[Parkus]

Whether it's a sad or happy memory, it doesn't matter, just something(or someone) that's just stuck with you for a long while and every now and then you think about it/them.

For context before I say my bit, I have spastic diplegia cerebral palsy, which affects the way I walk. I don’t remember exactly when this happened, my mind just says, “It was a long time ago” but I recall going to church with my grandparents. While we were there, a lady approached us and told me she kept me in her prayers because she noticed my condition.

This memory has always stuck with me, even though she’s obviously forgotten about me by now. The only reason it stays in the back of my head is because, every now and then, when I do something that feels wrong, I think back to her. Knowing that she cared about me and held concern for my well-being and it makes me feel disappointed in myself whenever I mess up in some way because it sort of feels as if I'm letting her down.

 

[Odeon]

Back in the day i was in an academy, and the biggest stoner randomly walked up to me. Without skipping a beat he said "i figured out what's wrong with you, odeon. You overthink everything". And he walked away, leaving me flabbergasted. Years later i went on a shroom trip myself and suddenly it came back to me. And he was right

 

[MWCIFJ]

The happiest memory for me was meeting my ”Band of the Falcon“ when I was 12-15 years old. Although my memory is frozen at the graduation ceremony, and I want to compete with the ‘Falcon,’but I have no hope of victory all the time, so I'm no longer in touch with any of them now. I have carried memories of my "Band of the Falcon" for at least 10 years.
I have encountered seven devils in my life, and I successful to overcome five of them. The other two, however, left such a negative impression that I can’t forget them, and I'm still attemp to fight.One is "Falcon", the other resembles "Slan" (just like her desire). There is a dramatic coincidence: "Falcon" and "Slan" were my classmates throughout both junior high and high school.

 

[Patrick]

When I was around 7ish or so I needed a form for school that I couldn't find anywhere no matter how hard I looked.

When my teacher asked for it, I got all shy and said that "my dog ate it" to which she said "You can always just ask for another form if you need it. People lose them all the time"

Never really forgot that moment all these years later.

 

[Arthur Higgsbury]

For me it's the earliest memory I have of Lord of the Rings. For some reason, my dad decided we should watch all of the extended editions in one day. I think I was 5 or 6 at the time. My attention span could NOT handle that, so I was bored out of my mind by the end. I would totally scold younger me for being bored of Lord of the Rings now, though.

 

[Grail]

Interesting thread idea! As a new parent (baby is 15 months old this month ), I'm finding myself reflecting back on a lot of parts of my childhood, and there are some that stick out to me in that context.

I was bullied when I was about 8 years old. It didn't last a long time, and I'm happy to say that because I had a group of friends and a good home life, I didn't suffer any long-term ill effects from it, but I did spend some time recently thinking about the little boy who did it, and why.

Let's call this kid "Jimbo". Jimbo and I were always grouped together in class because our first AND last names were alphabetically adjacent to each other, and that was just a convenient way for teachers to organize students, I guess. I think that our proximity must have irked this kid, and so he targeted me to torment. It's a little fuzzy, but there were rude comments and other little incidents from him that eventually built up until one day during recess, he and some of his friends chased me to the far end of the school yard and tried to hold me down, kicked sand on me, threw off my glasses, just pretty nasty stuff. As a 3rd-grader who had never experienced this sort of thing before, I still remember the scared, powerless feeling. Luckily, a friend reported Jimbo and his friends, and they were all suspended for a few days. After that, we gave each other a wide berth.

After the bullying incident, my mom had tried to call Jimbo's mom to have a talk with her, but Jimbo's dad answered, and it became clear from their conversation that A) Jimbo's parents were going through a nasty divorce, and B) Jimbo's dad was a raging asshole. That stuck out to me even then, because at the beginning of the school year, Jimbo had been dropped off by his dad at our classroom and became extremely upset when he tried to leave. Like, in tears and having a tantrum over it. At the time, I just thought he was having a really bad day, but years later and with some of that context in mind, I realized that the bullying must have been a way for him to express his pain in the only language he understood. I don't doubt that he was in misery over his parents' separation and was deeply anxious, and maybe wanted to take things out on someone, or get attention from his dad, I'm not sure. Either way, it gave me new insight and a sense of pity for my old bully of many years ago. I've thought about him every so often ever since.

In a strange turns of events, Jimbo went on to run for city council in the city we both lived in many years later. It was a very bizarre thing to witness, because we were in our early 20s, and he had absolutely no experience or business running for public office. He was probably using it as some sort of ploy to advertise his business with his father; we would get their ads in the mail showing them both smiling together. Needless to say, I didn't vote for him.

 

[Parkus]

Didn't expect this thread to revive itself , read a few last night but didn't have the time to form a response as it was 2AM in the morning.

have encountered seven devils in my life, and I successful to overcome five of them. The other two, however, left such a negative impression that I can’t forget them,

Wishing you the best of luck!

I would totally scold younger me for being bored of Lord of the Rings now, though.

Never been too interested in it but maybe I'll give it a chance at some point in my life, which hopefully isn't when I'm old and wrinkly.

I was bullied when I was about 8 years old. It didn't last a long time

Glad to hear you got out alright.

him to express his pain in the only language he understood. I don't doubt that he was in misery over his parents' separation and was deeply anxious, and maybe wanted to take things out on someone, or get attention from his dad, I'm not sure.

I experienced something similar so I can kind of understand what he had going on. Nice to see he made a bit of a turnaround or at least from what it sounded like to me.

Needless to say, I didn't vote for him.