Get Real! wrote:zan wrote:I'll tell you what else I remember GR....I remember the pain of having my legs pulled apart too much when having my circumcision. I don't remember the actual cut probably because it did not hurt as much as my legs. I remember my cousin crying because he was scared...We were done at the same time.
How old were you when your Willie was chopped off? (Oops I mean circumcised)
3 1/2 (ish)I remember a new pair of shoes when walking to a festival one Bayram. I remember my Aunt pulling me off a donkey because I made my little sister cry. I remember tracer bullets flying through the air on Bloody Christmas night.
In which suburb were you living in 1963 and which date did you leave to go to England if you were still there xmas?
How many times have I got to tell you re malaga 1964The smell of figs always give me joy of a happy part of my childhood. I remember walking into that house where those kids were gunned down in cold blood and the feeling of my feet sticking to the ground.
Which kids are these and what were you doing in that house?
You know damned well and are sticking your neck out againI remember Kolinos the toothpaste advert. I remember wetting the bed until I was 11 and the vivid dreams and waking up screaming in the night and not knowing why. I remember liking my Uncle whose leg was shot off between 1963/64 whilst he was cycling to work by a Greek sniper but I don't remember why I liked him so much. I remember the fights my nan and grandad used to have because he was always drunk. I remember being stung on the hand because I picked up a bee that I thought was dead.
We all have mixed up little bits and pieces of memory but are you claiming that yours all occured up to the age of three?
Did you not read what I said to Pyro...Working together to blur tthe edges agian I see
I remember having my head cracked open by a kid with a sling shot. All bits and pieces but nothing solid....Apparently I was run over by a bread van but have no memory of it but a scar on the back of my head to prove it.
How much punishment did that head take? It's all coming together now...
I have an excuse what is yoursZanny noooooooooooooooooooooo don't forget meeeeeeeeee!!!!
Zanny, you've written nothing in this post that convinces me that you were caught up in any sort of fighting in 1963 or before.
The psychoanalysts’ verdict: This boy was traumatized by his elders when he was able to understand basic conversation... in England!