Originally posted by BarstoolProphet
Sheesh. I have trouble remembering if I had breakfast each day.
I think my earliest memory is from when I was 4 or so. Beaning my next-door neighbour in the head with a golf ball. My father had given me a cut-down 5 iron to play with, and my accuracy was phenomenally good, that day.
His family still makes fun of him for it, from what I\'m told. He\'d bet me a quarter that I couldn\'t hit him. (He was also 4)
reminds me of a \'Bloom County\' cartoon.
Prince Charles and William (then \"The Terrible\") are on a hill, William with a club. Well he gives a ball a good wack and Charles has the line (something like) \"Good hit son, but you\'ve hit the Queen Mum in the noggen!\" to which William comes back with \"And I was aiming for Aunt Fergis <sp?> hips. I wonder how I miss them?\"
@Airhead I think that everyone had one of those horses. I think that my siblings and I worn out the springs on the one that we had.
earliest memory would have to be about a year old crawling on the floor at my folks old home right before I fell down the stairs (split level). Had to wear a this cheap hockey helmet for a couple of monthes after. You know this may explain a couple, three things about my self:flip::bouncy:lollollol