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Odd things you remember from a long time ago

I was 13 when my folks bought our house. I'd come home from school and walked from where we were living to the new house. I come through the back door (1st time in the house) and was looking around. To the left off the porch was a door. I asked my brother what was there. He said a closet. I opened the door and started to take a step. Damn good thing I had my hand on the door frame. Otherwise I would've tumbled down cement stairs into the basement.
 
I also have a recollection of waking up when I was six on May 24th in my room at my grandparent's and it was one of those incredibly warm, indolent hazy sunny mornings with the heavy green blind gently whispering back and forth. I don't think that I've ever awoken feeling so at right with the world since.
 
Our address was 126 Spring Street. We lived on the second floor. The stairs to the front door lead to a short hallway between the bedroom and living room of our downstairs landlord. So, it wasn't exactly a duplex. I can still draw the floor plan of the whole house.

I remember Dr. Campbell making house calls in his red 1950 Chevy convertible. I remember the three small churches on Dad's circuit. I remember people of those congregations. I remember all kinds of details about living there.

I remember the arrival of my first sister. I was 2yr. 8mo. old.
 
I remember visiting relatives in Jackson, Michigan and "Auntie" would make an operator-assisted call, and say "STate 4-4470" when she had to give the number. I was probably about six or seven years old.
 
frankfrank said:
I remember visiting relatives in Jackson, Michigan and "Auntie" would make an operator-assisted call, and say "STate 4-4470" when she had to give the number. I was probably about six or seven years old.
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I remember BR-549.
 
Still memoires of getting for BIKE#10 jockstrap for PE class, the classic BIKE with bike logo and red stripe for small supporter. The first time to put on got instant hard on glad was home.
 
The layout of my elementary school. I still clearly remember where all the classrooms, the cafeteria, and even the nurse's office were.
 
My earliest memory was of me having a bath in the kitchen sink when I was an infant. I remember holding the faucet and playing with it. My mom said that I must have been less than a year because that's when they were renovating the bathroom. I also remember my second birthday because I was in the hospital with Spinal Meningitis and my Grandpa being there while the doctors ran these spikey rollers up and down my extremities.
 
Watching Eisenhower's inauguration in 1952 at our neighbor's house.

Watching my friend getting paddled with a yardstick in first grade by Mrs. Martin.

Asking whether Mr Schultz was going to Hell because he was not Catholic.
 
rareboy said:
Mine was 56-25-12 by the way....but I snipped the clasp off the end so that it didn't catch and my lock was always open...it just looked shut.
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....you, Sir, are a genius. While I also have school combination locks and various phone numbers I had a habit of getting the combinations mixed. sixth grade combination doesn't do anything for an eleventh grade lock and they changed yearly. I have the info but accessibility is a bit of a crapshoot in those kinds of instances. The office got used to me wandering in and asking for a key. I didn't have the heart to tell them it wasn't because I couldn't see the lock - that's usually simple enough to get around, the larger numbers have a larger indent to them while the numbers themselves were also indented. The smaller indents were a bit of a pain in the ass but doable, use the edge of the side of your nail (preferably thumbnail, though that wasn't always doable) and good to go. Find zero and you're home free. It was purely a wrong combination for the lock issue.

I've also got every house, apartment, store and building layout that I've been in on even a semi-regular basis (and the changes that happen over time periods to surroundings), whether said buildings and lawns/sidewalks/poles various updates and deconstruction exist anymore or not. Including from when I was very, very young. The kind of young where nobody expects to remember much of anything. I blame the vision and high stress. I tend to be better at the descriptions of the other four senses, I have to extrapolate with the sight and add the detail I know is there for it to be easily recognizable as a description for others. Surprise might be another one though, I also remember being stuck in a chair and having some bearded white man leaning directly over, face filling the whole visual field and trying to make me laugh. Don't usually see people's faces that close. I suspect it was my father but it also could've been my uncle.

I shudder to think of the difficulty I'll cause someone if I ever get alzheimers.
 
^ Yup. I remember that, too. It would have been more interesting to watch had I known that some of what I was looking at was the remnants of the Big Bang.
 
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