• http://thepropagandist.com the propagandist

    the buried cheetohs bring a whole new meaning to preparations for Code Orange.

  • http://www.dumbsoutherner.com Fred

    I’d rather have memories of Axl Rose burning a tick out from under my eyelid than to have memories of Bush’s I’m-gonna-kick-you-ass smirk.

    I think I’ll go have lunch, now.

  • http://www.brochspot.com/blog Broch

    Some days I think that I even remember that my 2nd grade teach looked like an alien, and we had huge discussions about it on the play ground during our “King Tut Fan Club” meetings. Why couldn’t I just forget that?!?!?!

  • http://www.bitter.net/ Chris

    I think the funniest message I ever had on my answering machine was when my friend Rob called all freaked out, because he had a tick on…er…his nether regions. Ouch.

  • http://members.shaw.ca/storage/ jie

    some events you remember and some you don’t. i know i will never forget our neighbour’s bully kid crying after I stole his collection of marbles.

  • http://www.antisocialdiva.com antisocial diva

    i, for one, simply adore matthew mcconaughey and refuse to believe that such a greek god was ever drunk and high playing the bongos. but i have a childhood horror story that beats the tick thing. don’t be eating when you read this, folks. i was born with a rare something or other that involved the possibility that my vagina could close together. each night my mother would take a flashlight and pull me apart to avoid this. i think there may have been cream rubbing involved. i am not sure. i may not really remember this, but it makes sense why i am sexually dysfunctional to this day. i can’t believe i am even about to post this.

  • http://www.digitalcatharsis.com the mighty jimbo

    i had three imaginary friends, barney, cody and coke.

    i don’t remember them at all. which kinda sucks, cause i don’t know ANY barneys, codys or cokes today.

    i also don’t remember breaking my ankle, getting severely bitten by a little white bunny, or jamming like a maniac to crocodile rock. although my mother swears all of these things are true. i do remember getting my ass whooped if i didn’t get home in time for the dinner bell. i still don’t much like the sound of bells.

    i am choosing to forget the four years of this presidency. i’m hoping if i spend enough time reading blogs and drinking massive quantities of tequilla, it will all just go away.

  • http://blab-o-rama.com Beerzie Boy

    George Who?

  • PJ

    We lived in Connecticut for a time when I was young. I remember my mom checking me and my brothers for ticks every night after we came in from playing in the surrounding woods, ponds and creeks, like a mama chimp grooming her young. Sometimes we had them, too.

  • http://raptor.slc.edu/~kindle9 kindle

    Last Saturday my boyfriend said he’d call because it was my birthday and I was very far away. I woke up Sunday morning realizing that he had never called, and I had fallen asleep waiting up for said call. He claims that he did call, in fact had a whole conversation with a sleepy yours truly, before being “blown off” because, apparently, I said I was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.

    Regardless of who’s right, it’s really disturbing to think I could be having entire phone calls with loved ones while actually being too asleep to remember it. Just think of all the trouble that could stir up.

  • http://www.michaelcosm.com Michael

    If only I could block-out the unholy threesome I had with the Coreys in 1988.

  • http://www.scribbling.net Gina

    I was just about to say something about how I wish I could forget Dubya’s mouth ever opening, but then, because I’m a responsible dooce commenter, I read all the ones before me, and… well, I’m all kinds of stuck on the flashlight/ cream-rubbing thing.

    Whoah.

  • http://www.moveablebeast.com peggy

    You have a clear case of PTSD – Post Tick Stress Disorder. Damn them! They are the Evildoers of the bug world.

  • http://www.filteringcraig.com Filter

    This is something that has been swirling around my brain for a while now. If I could remember certain things that would help me in my life and forget the memories that seem to torture me on a daily basis, life could be a lot better. Like instead of remembering what a jackass I have been at various points in my life, maybe I could remember how to save more money on my taxes.

  • http://www.injust-spring.com Alex

    I’d like to forget all of those “Grosser-than-Gross” posts that haunt me still and make me wake at night screaming….

  • http://footinmouthdisease.blogspot.com Naaman

    Yeah, I totally forget about the time my friends burned a Christmas tree in the middle of the road. That was somehow blocked out of my memory. But thank god I got it on video!

  • chunderchud

    Apparently, I’ve forgotten about the raging fire that permanently disfigured my face when I was little. At least that’s why my parents say I’m so damn ugly. Usually, I have a pretty good memory, though — so I have my suspicions…

  • http://arielmeadow.com/electrolicious Ariel

    Unlike Anti-Social Diva, the only reason I LIKE Matthew Mcconaughey is because of the whole drunk stoned naked bongos incident. Go Hollywood hippies!

  • http://www.specfuckingtacular.com jon

    american history does a great job of selectively forgetting it’s blemishes, and i don’t think it has done us much good.

    what did you learn about the native americans?

  • http://www.thesafeword.com/daily/kerry.html Kerry

    I know exactly what you mean.

    My mom once told me that when I was 3, she took me to Kmart, and I got lost. She found me taking a dump in the middle of a clothing rack, and we had to high-tail it out of there.

    I have no memory of this. Yet, I do remember eating kool-aid out of a tropical punch package because I thought the rainbow colors on it where so pretty, and asking for turkey skin at Christmas when I was 4, but only because my Aunt Eileen did it and I thought she was so cool.

    I don’t get it.

  • http://aprilgem.com/log April

    The only thing I would absolutely love to forget from my childhood is the theme song to Three’s Company. Once you get “come and knock on our door, we’ve been waiting for you” stuck in your head, it’s hell trying to get it back out.

  • http://convivial.blogspot.com Heather #2

    Antisocial Diva: drunk, high, and playing the bongos was the best thing Matthew McConaughey has ever done.

    Broch: my first glance was sure it saw “King TIT Fan Club”.

  • Neurojack

    I. hate. Peanut Butter.

    I hate the smell, the taste – everything. Recently I was informed (by ‘mom knows best’) that in my single-digit-years I LOVED ‘ki-ki butter’. WHAT? For the life of me I can’t EVER recall liking it, or even having a cutesy kiddie mnemonic for it. Have I blocked it out?!…permanently erased it from my DASD? Some day I will remember, and will know I have been living a lie.

  • http://www.meamea.blogspot.com Miss Mea-Mea

    I once innocently asked my mother, “Why does our cat have such a short tail?” And she looked at me like one would look at a drunk who went on a bender, blacked out, and burned all of Chicago.

    When I was three, apparently I slammed Kitty’s tail in a door ON PURPOSE. Then, as the cat tore around the house yowling, I went running to Mom with the bloody stump in my chubby three-year old fist.

    What kind of deviant horror does something like that?

  • http://www.autobiographicaldictionary.com Autobiographical Dictionary

    Doesn’t Matthew McConaughey get a pass for his role in “Dazed and Confused?”

  • http://www.excitementmachine.org kmel

    There is nothing irrational about tick-fear.

  • http://savedbyzero@hotmail.com Sheila

    Oh great…

    “…where the kisses are hers and hers & his….”

  • http://www.bansheewerks.com mkg

    i had a tick burnt out of my ear once too, when i was but a lad. medieval, no?

    there are lots of things that i vaguely remember my parents doing, or suggesting, like answers to common question that were probably responded to with utter bullshit. sometimes that bothers me. but then, i just say, “i love my parents” and have another swig of the kool-aid.

    thanks for the memories.

  • http://www.chriscrosdale.com Cros

    When I was a kid, I used to go with my parents and sister up to visit with my aunt, uncle, and cousins at a vacation home they had in Maine. They used to have a small dock and “swimming area”, which consisted of a large square patch where they would dump sand and spread it out over the bottom of the lake. If you happen to go off that patch — which happened about once a season (you only needed once) — you would step in the collected ooze of silt and rotting leaves the covered the bottom of the lake. Your reward for this misdead: leeches. I certainly remember my cousins screeming every time it happened to them. And the excitement of some adult having to yank or burn off the parasitic buggy from some girl’s foot. Even though it happened to me numerous times also, I don’t remember. However, I have had the occasional nightmare about leeches on my feet. I’m sure there is the possibility of some deep metaphorical symbolism here, but probably not. Just leftover “muck” from the bottom of the “lake”…

  • Danika

    I’m with Filter on this… I wish I could block out the torturous memories of my most embarrassing moments.. (ie. shitting all over myself because I was wearing over alls and couldn’t get them undone quick enough in grade 2) and remember useful things instead.

  • http://farkleberries.blogspot.com the farkleberry

    *ouch!* memory is a strange thing, non? I personally have completely forgotten about the time a classmate tried to strangle me with her coat belt, or the time my dad made us watch the Nazi propaganda film “Triumph of the Will” on Christmas Eve, or…(screams)

  • http://pocketchange.blogspot.com/ holly

    I had a tick in my belly button when I was three. I definatley remember the entire ordeal. That same year I had a spider in my Cheerios. I’m surprised I’m not more messed up.

  • http://swirlspice.blogspot.com Irk

    Methinks the tick actually made it into your brain and erased your memory of him before your mom got him out.

  • http://www.eyemkent.com eyemkent

    I wrote a short story in high school about my Geometry teacher’s daughter dying from tick-injected Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, and the teacher’s subsequent – and instructional – suicide by the same method. I wrote it in Geometry class, on that weird manila cross-section paper, and I remember far more about that story than I do about Geometry…

  • http://happykap.blogspot.com Heather K.

    Agree about Dubya. But, man, I loves me the Matthew Mc. I could live in his dimples.

  • hartwell

    I wish I could forget the self-imposed obsession of my 10th birtday — Michael Jackson’s “Moonwalker” movie. I begged and begged for the movie, and once I got it, I must have watched it like 100 times in the first few months. And now, I am so confused about how that made sense. Why didn’t I think to ask for a Donnie Osmond barbie?

  • http://zchannie.blogspot.com zchamu

    Apparently as a child I had two imaginary friends named Jimmy and Foo Foo. They went with me everywhere. Apparently I even insisted on having place settings at the table for them.

    I have no recollection of this, which is sad, considering we were such good friends.

    As for the tick, I’d file that one under “blocked out of sheer horror.”

  • Cate

    When my mom tells me about something that happened when I was small, that I don’t remember, I get suspicious. If I keep thinking about it, sooner or later it’ll occur to me which event it is she’s referring to–because I DO remember it, and it didn’t happen the way she remembers….

  • http://homepage.mac.com/mrjerz/ Certified

    I remember wrapping a tennis racquet in duct tape so it looked like a giutar, and adding a strap so it could hang around my neck. then I would listen to Bon Jovi and try to swing the guitar around my neck like they did in the videos. Damn thing kept breaking.

  • http://tina.tunapuff.net Tina

    Hahahaha…these stories are so amusing.

  • drunkn otter

    Growing up I hated getting haircuts. Whenever they cleaned up the back, especially behind the right ear, I’d get shivers up my back and couldn’t help but move my head forward. I found it more comfortable in a dentist chair (even the time an oral surgeon had to drill and chisel at my jaw to remove a wisdom tooth). But during a psych class in college I remembered how my sister’s tattooed, pothead, ex-con boyfriend clipped my ear and haven’t really had that uneasiness since.

    What I don’t remember is my grandmother’s cocker spaniel biting me on the face. If I didn’t have a small scar I wouldn’t believe it whenever my mom brings it up.

  • http://armstrje@student.gvsu.edu Jenny

    My deepest chilhood memories all seem to stem around injuries. I swear to all things holy that I can remember sitting in my red walker at 6 MONTHS OLD looking at a cast on my chubby baby leg (I rolled off my changing table. Twice. Oops.) I also remember being two and a half years old, riding in an orange Playskool wagon, eating purple popsicles on the pediatric floor of Community Hospital singing Twinkle Twinkle, Baa Baa Blacksheep, and ABC’s (all the same tune, but I never realized that back then). The weird part about the hospital memory is that I don’t remember the hospital crib that my mom describes to me all the time (“poor baby Jenny looking up out of the crib through metal bars”), and I also don’t remember Seal-Seal, the stuffed seal (good one baby Jenny) that my dad’s boss gave my during that visit to the hospital – Seal-Seal still sleeps in my bed every night – 17 years later – he’s my oldest friend and I don’t remember meeting him…

  • http://armstrje@student.gvsu.edu Jenny

    My deepest chilhood memories all seem to stem around injuries. I swear to all things holy that I can remember sitting in my red walker at 6 MONTHS OLD looking at a cast on my chubby baby leg (I rolled off my changing table. Twice. Oops.) I also remember being two and a half years old, riding in an orange Playskool wagon, eating purple popsicles on the pediatric floor of Community Hospital singing Twinkle Twinkle, Baa Baa Blacksheep, and ABC’s (all the same tune, but I never realized that back then). The weird part about the hospital memory is that I don’t remember the hospital crib that my mom describes to me all the time (“poor baby Jenny looking up out of the crib through metal bars”), and I also don’t remember Seal-Seal, the stuffed seal (good one baby Jenny) that my dad’s boss gave my during that visit to the hospital – Seal-Seal still sleeps in my bed every night – 17 years later – he’s my oldest friend and I don’t remember meeting him…

  • Baby Jenny

    I do have a faint memory of posting the same thing TWICE on this website I found once…

  • http://larue.blogspot.com Summer

    I remember when I was about 4 my brother stuck his hand underneath a big ole’ carving knife just as my mother was slicing through a ham with it. I had to stay at the neighbors house while my parents took him to the hospital to sew the end of it back on. Still has a major scar/slightly deformed finger on one hand.

    Can’t remember if we ate the ham when we got home.

    Hmmm…. baby names one day and pickle juice references the next… I’m with Heather #2 on this one.

    I smell a baby.

  • http://irvingplace.net/blog.html Kayjay

    Sadly, I do remember many uncomfortable tick-removal experiences from childhood.

    I do *not* remember being bitten by a dog when I was two, though I still carry the (physical)scar. No mental scars, apparently, because I still love pooches of all kinds.

  • http://freshsheets.net erin

    usually people block out such painful memories. my grandma, who forgets nothing mind you, forgot a whole 2 month period in which she was having her face burned. it was to rid of cancerous skin but every night she cried because it was so painful, rarely getting a decent sleep. it was pure hell for her and until my mother told her she had completely forgotten. i’m not convinced she actually remembers. she just kind of nods and changes the subject.

  • http://dvloranger@aol.com Desiree

    …after reading this, I realized that I cannot remember much of what I have forgotten…. it’s like an “I do not know what I do not know” kind of feeling.

  • cyn

    My kids remember things from their childhood that I don’t remember. How weird is that? I think I lost too many brain cells in the 70′s.

    And I like Matthew!

  • http://www.tangomoon.ca amanda

    *sigh* childhood memories. Like the one where I hit my sister in the eye with a wagon, or the one where my sister and I would sneak into the kitchen and drink the olive juice right out of the jar. I once licked a butcher knife.