being abused yeah fun
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being abused yeah fun
Its hard 4 me 2 remember whats a real memory and what iv jst been told nd what order they go in.
Some of my earliest memorys r really freaky
uhrrm, 1 of my earliest memorys is my brother and cousins breaking my collarbone and then feeling guilty and takin me 2 see peterpan in the cinema and me nt really understanding it wasnt real and gettin up on my chair flappin my sling round screechin fly peter fly
and then them takin me to the post office nd makin me put sweets in my sling nd walk out
lmao, i was a 2 year old shoplifter. my brother said he used to offer to take me to the shop in my pram and put sweets and stuff in it... so technically i was a baby shoplifter 2. i had no hope!
I think my earliest memory was in Nursery, when we were celebrating my birthday, and we had a chocolate cake and I couldn't blow out the candles. :P
Lol my earliest memory has to be in nursery we had a tray of soredust/wood chippings and we just played around with it.
And looking ast the big boys on the climbing frame and playing taxi's with this little wheely push bike
First day of nursery, my mum lifted me through the door and I was holding onto the frame really hard crying, took the teacher and my mum and after about 10 minutes of crying I went and it wasn't that bad :P
My earliest memory is of walking into the living room, seeing my mum really ill on the couch, then lying down next to her. Not sure how old I was then, must have been about 3.
The only reason I remember that day is because it was the day before my mum went into hospital with pneumonia and I went into foster care for a bit.