Fuck you internet.
It is a sad day indeed. What's next OMGWTFBBQLMFAO?
I wish this were an early April Fools joke.
Alas.
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My earliest memory is sometime before I was three years old. A friend of my dads was throwing me up in the air and catching me again under my arms. I remember thinking it was the most amazing feeling ever. He would also always ask me if he could have my leather jacket, it was a cute toddler sized one my dad bought for me. I also remember asking him to kick a football as high as he could into the sky, He kicked it so high that my masssive toddler imagination went around telling everyone that he had kicked it all the way into the clouds.
Around the same time I managed to get sunstroke and I had hallucinations of frogs being in my bedroom. Hundreds of them. I can still remember that really clearly.
I have a lot of memories from my childhood. More than the average person, I'd say.