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Winston
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Danmark
Mar 1999 time: 06:18
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My first memory is of the day in late 1968 when my family moved from Copenhagen to Western Jutland, right across the country. I had just turned 2 years old the month before and I don't remember anything from our life in Copenhagen, but one occurence on the moving day itself made enough of an impression on me to stick in my mind forever after.
We had a large truck with all our things parked maybe 50-100 meters away from the brand new apartment we were moving into, and all the furniture and stuff had to be handlifted piece by piece, so it was pretty much an all-afternoon thing to get it all under roof. Being the little one, I couldn't be of much help with anything, so I kept to the apartment while everyone else were at work to shuttle the things in.
Not the most exciting day for a 2 year-old, but I found out that the front door, all the time opened up against the side wall, had created a nice little triangular-shaped "secret room", where I could slip in and stand, watching all the familiar things being carried in.
Much fun to be had by this, but then it suddenly struck me: All this furniture and things kept arriving, but the one thing I loved more than anything at the time was missing: my little crated bed! My worry grew quickly into full-blown despair, as I realised it had probably been left behind or lost in all the confusion! Tears immediately ensued, until my dad came, found out what was the matter with me and then proceeded to take me by the hand to the room where my little bed had been put as one of the very first things, all nice and ready for a little nap. 
I have lots of memories from later on in the new place (we only lived there about a year), while as mentioned, none from the old place in Copenhagen, so it's a little funny to think that such a thing that happened on the moving day itself became the first thing that stuck with me.
What is the first thing you distinctly remember?
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Bereta_Eder
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i was merily climbing a hill in kintergarden(sp) and merily a merry green bee flew above me. and i said what a nice bee but i must be careful lest she stings me. then a sharp pain on my hand. then running and shouting it stung me it stung me. then other kids ushering me to the nursery. then the lady squeezing with her nails the sting out of my hand. then saying to the kids that had gathered around, now go on, go away, it's over. then my mom not believing me that it was a green bee. bees arent green.
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Bereta_Eder
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I remember older stuff too. I remember the book: the adventures of a little lion and I remember another book for children: the boy with the silk hands. that had scared me very much and i was feeling so sorry for the boy with the silk hands because he couldnt eat berries. they stained his hands.
i also remember going to children theater: "the tin city" and the head tin not saying my name when he said hi to the kids by name. fortunately that was rectified after i talked to my mother.
Last edited by Bereta_Eder on 03-05-2005 at 21:07
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