Classic memories of our childhood

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“Now you are playing with power!” do you remember that??

I had been playing Donkey Kong and I could not wait to get my hands on the new game. The strange and wonderful world of Super Mario caught my attention immediately. Games such as Contra let me take the role of an armed military commando as either Bill or Lance (in my mind personified as Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger) and machine-gun my way through hordes of enemies.
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I recently bought a smart phone from lightinthebox.com equipped with a number of applications and a lot of games. The creative gaming experience does not fall short of those we had as children playing the classic games.
 
I remember getting off a train from Boston when I was like 7, and then seeing the doors close right when my dad was about to leave. He tried to shove some luggage in the doorway but was too late, so I just stood there and watched as the train took my dad away, leaving me and my brother alone at the station. ;(

Classic.
 
Was walking out to recess one afternoon when I was young and someone 'accidentally' threw a ball and hit me in the face. I fell to the ground and tumbled across the grass for what seemed like an eternity. When I slowed down, my face was covered in blood, my shirt was smothered with grass, and my positivity was somewhere down the drain.

Classic.
 
I remember getting off a train from Boston when I was like 7, and then seeing the doors close right when my dad was about to leave. He tried to shove some luggage in the doorway but was too late, so I just stood there and watched as the train took my dad away, leaving me and my brother alone at the station. ;(

Classic.

Whoa that's awful. I remember when I was a kid I got separated from my parents in the grocery store. It was a pretty small grocery store but I got through checking like three aisles and started panicking and probably cried :p.
 
When I about five years old, my mom took me to this local circus thing. They had clowns and horses and elephants and shit. Well, one of the clowns suggested to my mom that I get on the horse.

Long story short, I started crying like a bitch. **** horses. **** clowns. **** the circus.
 
I got locked in an elevator when I was a kid I think I was 5. And then around the same age, I got locked in a sleazy, run-down, middle of nowhere highway gas station washroom.

I have mild clausterphobia because of those 2 incidences lol.
 
I was also suck in an elevator when I was small, my dad and my brother got off and I was too late and the doors closed on me. Apparently I was 'screaming like a wounded bull'.
 
I remember at the elementary school I was at in Long Beach California... there was an abandoned backpack out in the front of the building. I kind of went to it and opened it up and it had a copy of Micro Machines in it. I was so excited I got a free game and I went home with it and marked out the name of the kid it said it belonged to. Probably one of my first morally dubious actions. It was funny, because when I brought it over to family members houses they suspected I stole it somehow but I just told them I found it and it already had the big black sharpie square on it.

That was also the school I remember shortly before leaving for Alaska(end of 2nd grade), some kid and his friend had brought their fathers gun to the playground and apparently one of them died. Shot in the head by his friend. They were my age. Wasn't there or anything, but I remember the flag being at half mast and all the mourning.
 
^^^Ah, paranoid parents.

My mom thought I might have skin cancer when I was 10 years old, so I had to go in surgery and have a birthmark and a couple of tiny moles cut off my head, one off my arm, and one from in between my fingers.

Mostly what I remember is: (1) Specifically requesting not the bubblegum scented laughing gas; (2) Lying on the surgery table and they put the mask on and my first thought is, "Hey this smells like bubblegum, gross"; (3) Second thought: "I feel like I'm suffocating to death hey is this supposed to happen hey hey h...."; (4) Trying to kick the doctors when I woke up because they were all crowded around me in an x-files-ish abduction scenario; and (5) Throwing up a little bit on my stuffed animal in the car.

And after that we had to buy these Vitamin E (or D?) gel capsules and I would put it on the scars every day because it was supposed to help. It didn't. 13 years later, I can still clearly count 3 stitch marks on my hand, 5 on my arm.

Fun times.

Also, no skin cancer.
 
my friend and I were outside during winter behind the snow bank and making ice balls to throw at cars. One of the first ones I threw were nearly frozen to ground it was so hard. So I wound up and threw it at a cars's bumper and the bumper detached on one side and scraped the street, so the lady stopped. We both ducked down laughing, then I saw my friend's grandma get out of her car in my neighbors driveway and she inspected the car. We both ran towards my shed and were laughing so hard. I have no clue to this day if she knew it was us but my friend and I always remember that moment
 
And therein Warped is the essence of what a little wanker you are.
 
A few weeks ago, as I drove past a group of high school youths, one of them though it'd be funny to throw some kind of fruit at my car. Naturally, I reversed back, got out and decked him. His friends ran away - I wonder how hard they were laughing?
 
Pi, its so awesome that your story is perfectly believable. Whether or not its indeed true, I can absolutely see you doing that.
 
Oh god, Pi. I can totally see you doing that, but I really don't want to know if its true.
 
A few weeks ago, as I drove past a group of high school youths, one of them though it'd be funny to throw some kind of fruit at my car. Naturally, I reversed back, got out and decked him. His friends ran away - I wonder how hard they were laughing?

Youths.

You sound so old!
 
I was also suck in an elevator when I was small, my dad and my brother got off. Apparently I was 'screaming like a wounded bull'.

Woah, bro. Did you get counseling for that? Sexual abuse is no laughing matter.
 
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