Believe it or not...I remember being little and being thrown in the air. I was screaming and crying. My father was doing the tossing (I know because he has red hair) He was facing my grandmothers basement door as he was throwing me up. I asked my father about this and he said I would have been about 3 months old at the time. I am scared to death of heights to this day.
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Im 14 and 9/11 was and is my first memory. I remember running outside (because we lived on a base less the 10 miles away from the biggest naval base on the east coast) and goin to our neighbors house (cause we didnt have cable) and though i dont remember seeing the towers fall i remember my mom just balling her eyes out
I was about 4. A friend of my mom's had a daughter, she was probably 10 or so. I remember I had a doll, it was missing clothes, a coat. She asked me where the coat was, I said I didn't know. She said" how would you like it if YOU were cold and nobody gave YOU a coat?" Probably explains my blanket obsession.