I've always wondered what it would be like to undergo hypnotic regression to see what goes on deep down in that brain of mine. Of course, I've been told I would be very difficult if not impossible to hypnotize. Hrm... memories... whats my earliest memories... That would be... (maybe I should just make a list of events that shaped my life?)
* An intense feeling of drowning in a water bed staring up at the badly padded ceiling of an add-on room at the first house I lived in, when I was like 3.
* Sitting on the ledge of a canyon near the apt. complex with a druggie watching the garbage and scum float down a waste stream at the bottom. (somewhere between 4-5ish)
* My step dad coming back from his vasectomy and getting upset with me for some reason and throwing me in my room and knocking my teeth out on the metal frame of the bunk bed (4-5ish)
* Moving to navy housing near miramar and being forced to go to school at miller elementry, where I was forced to write right handed, learn the numbers up to ten in four languages, and made fun of because I couldn't remember my phone number. (1st grade)
* Being beaten by my step father for "lying" about breaking a glass swan knick-knack that actually was knocked off the shelf it was on by my twin sisters, who imensely loved getting into mischief.
* Falling off my bike and skinning my knee and elbow pretty badly, running to my mother who was watchin a soap, being blown off, so then running next door to the girl who lived there (couldn't have been older then 14) who cleaned out my scrapes and bandaged them up for me. She was thin and had long silky black hair and thats about all I remember.
* Being reunited with my uncle (5-6)
* Being chased off the jungle-gym at school right before soccer practice by a girl and breaking my leg when I hit the ground, then being forced to stand on it before they realized I wasn't exagerating the pain (age 6)
* Making the decision that I was going to live with my uncle, and that it was going to be a long hard road to travel but I wasn't going to look back (Oct 31st 1987)
Well I should really be studying for that test I have tomarrow so I guess I will continue going through my memories later.
* An intense feeling of drowning in a water bed staring up at the badly padded ceiling of an add-on room at the first house I lived in, when I was like 3.
* Sitting on the ledge of a canyon near the apt. complex with a druggie watching the garbage and scum float down a waste stream at the bottom. (somewhere between 4-5ish)
* My step dad coming back from his vasectomy and getting upset with me for some reason and throwing me in my room and knocking my teeth out on the metal frame of the bunk bed (4-5ish)
* Moving to navy housing near miramar and being forced to go to school at miller elementry, where I was forced to write right handed, learn the numbers up to ten in four languages, and made fun of because I couldn't remember my phone number. (1st grade)
* Being beaten by my step father for "lying" about breaking a glass swan knick-knack that actually was knocked off the shelf it was on by my twin sisters, who imensely loved getting into mischief.
* Falling off my bike and skinning my knee and elbow pretty badly, running to my mother who was watchin a soap, being blown off, so then running next door to the girl who lived there (couldn't have been older then 14) who cleaned out my scrapes and bandaged them up for me. She was thin and had long silky black hair and thats about all I remember.
* Being reunited with my uncle (5-6)
* Being chased off the jungle-gym at school right before soccer practice by a girl and breaking my leg when I hit the ground, then being forced to stand on it before they realized I wasn't exagerating the pain (age 6)
* Making the decision that I was going to live with my uncle, and that it was going to be a long hard road to travel but I wasn't going to look back (Oct 31st 1987)
Well I should really be studying for that test I have tomarrow so I guess I will continue going through my memories later.
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