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OT: Christmas Childhood Memories


What are some of yours? I just like stories lol. I had a pretty regular childood when it came to Christmas day. I can still remember that feeling of waking up, going to parent's room and waking them up. My older sister would also come in. They would never move for at least 10 minutes, prolonging the agony lol. Tthen we would first go to the kitchen and I would be afraid to look in, picturing Santa still sitting there. We'd then go in and read the note he had left for us and see the empty plate and glass. After that came the main event. Going into the living room and seeing all the presents. We each had two massive plastic stockings laid on the floor with our names on and they were packed full of presents that would fit.

Lol I remember one year on Christmas Eve, as dad wrote the note to Santa, I was sitting on the kitchen table and knocked his coffee all over his lap . I ran to bed crying, moaning that I was getting coal.

As kids, we always had dinner at hour house and a few relatives came over, mainly my granny and the one uncle who was single. He was such a tough guy who wore all denim and cowboy boots or something. One year I saw him arrive, he waved and called out, strutting his macho stuff and as he walked down the driveway, it was icy and he went down, sliding half way down it. He sort of stumbled at first, tryign to maintain balance and then landed hard on his ass and slid. That memory is still funny in my mind, he was somebody who always tried to act like a tough guy so when he went down, it was too good. He came in pretending to be alright but you could tell he had hurt his behind because he kept rubbing it and moaning that he had just got the jeans new 

So what are some of your memories?

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Neil you are so cute

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Many who know me have heard this story before, but I wanna share it to the others who haven't. I'll always remember Christmas Eve 1998. My sister, cousin, and I would always play video games and we did a lot of gaming that year. On Christmas Eve, my cousin came over to our house and we played this weird PlayStation demo (from the magazine) called "Silent Hill" that my brother (eight years older than me) had and when we got to the end of the first segment where the main guy searching for his daughter finds the dead body hung up on the gate at the end of some foreboding, bloody alley... I was instantly creeped out and shocked. It was but shortly after this that it was time to go to Christmas Eve church service and the following dinner our family always had where we ate gross lutefisk and oyster stew (we're Norwegian, but I'm still not about some of the foods that the heritage has to offer ). Anyway, during this time, it gave me a lot of time to my thoughts and it sunk in what a terrifying thing my 11-year-old brain witnessed at the time. This video game f'ning TERRIFIED me and I was literally in bed sick with fright in the days that followed; this video game scared me more than any scary movie ever did. Given that I love these kind of movies and stuff now, this has to be one of my favorite Christmas memories ever now. I remember one time last year I wrote that I didn't like when it was foggy because it reminded me of Silent Hill, my brother was like "Dan, that happened like 15 years ago." It's kind of neat that Silent Hill is a well-known dark period from my kidhood that scared the daylights out of me and all of my family members know about it. 

As for non-scary memories, I remember in kindergarten, they would have each kid tell them a recipe for a "Christmas Cook-Book" to be given out that really only served to let parents, relation, and others alike to awe at how adorably stupid us children truly were. My recipe was rice crispy cereal, yet somehow I started said recipe with "First, we need to get 27 fruit roll-ups....". I wish I knew where it was so that I could take a picture to show on here, but I do remember I had quite good penmanship for my age because each one of us had to sign off on our recipes. 

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Lmao do you have a screenshot or something of that . Sounds funny. Wonder why it creeped you out so much if it was just a video game image?

 #VivaLaBull - Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

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I grew up in Philadelphia til the age of 10, and Christmas was such fun! I went through all the waking up early and running downstairs.

Where my dad worked, the ladies gave him presents for me, his little girl. So I had a bunch of presents Christmas Eve day too, when he came home from work.

When I would be deeply into my gifts on Christmas morning, my mom would whisk me away to get ready for church. All us 1960's Catholic school kids had to go to church on Christmas day. It was excruciating, I could barely stand it til I got home again to wallow in my presents. Then we had turkey dinner. Some people might come and visit. It was nice. I get so caught up in 1960's Philly nostalgia.

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PlayStation used to release demo discs for upcoming games, which consisted of the first few rounds of each game to give the player a sense of what the game will be like when it gets truly released. The demo CD was usually plastic wrapped in with the magazine. I'm not sure if they do it anymore, but this was when PlayStation was still relatively new so I'm sure it was all apart of their marketing strategy for the time.

I'll have to dig around for the recipe. Mine was pretty short, but I know some of my classmates' were pretty long and hilarious.

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Neil you are so cute

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One year, my parents forgot to take me on a family trip to Paris. I was around 10 years old, and I was home alone. Two burglars tried breaking into my house, so I had to make booby traps to fend them off.

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Oh my goodness! How did that turn out?

 #VivaLaBull - Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

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