Mine is me, three years old, sitting on the kitchen floor while my mother was preparing an antidote to a chemistry set experiment that my older brother fed me (he was trying to poison me for stealing his spotlight I am sure...lol) and crying because it tasted awful.
2006-11-08 14:33:34 · 6 answers · asked by White 7 in Social Science ➔ Psychology
I was four. My dad was talking to some other guy down by the lake. The other guy's daughter started chasing me around our dads. I didn't understand.
2006-11-08 15:36:27 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
mine is when i was about 8 and my mom had gone into a store and i was in the car with my 2 and 4 year old sisters and my grandma. the 2 year old was screaming mama repeatedly and it was annoying so we all started copying her and she has never done that again.
2006-11-08 14:46:00 · answer #2 · answered by shawtstuff09yay 1 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I was two, and slept in the same room as my grandma. I woke up at night, and she wasn't there, so I went and sat with her in the kitchen and talked looking out the window.
2006-11-08 15:37:38 · answer #3 · answered by Purplepossum 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I also was three when I distinctly remember getting my tonsils removed, after wards I threw up blood all over the doctor as he was carrying me back to my room.
2006-11-08 14:43:44 · answer #4 · answered by kyshamrock 1 · 1⤊ 0⤋
standing in my crib and crying until someone came, then they did not get me out and they left the room, so I cried again, then they came back and took me out
2006-11-08 14:51:36 · answer #5 · answered by AveGirl 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
mine is very sad
2006-11-08 14:36:14 · answer #6 · answered by rhyme_gold_free 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋