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Originally Posted by NowhereUSA
maybe but i can't remember lol. the only way my surgeries as a kid affected me was to never lie to my kid about how things felt. i remember nurses telling me things wouldn't hurt and then they did. when my son had to get his 4 year old vaccinations, he asked if it would hurt. the nurse said no, but i interrupted and said, "yes baby, it's going to pinch, but i'll hold your hand."
i want him to know i will always tell him the truth. i didn't trust doctors for a very long time because of those nurses. i know it seems like in the moment it will work but ask the nurses later how receptive i was to things... i would freak out because i thought they were all lying to me.
eventually i worked through it, but never ever will i lie to my kiddos. we don't even do santa claus because of how i feel (and some religious reasons but not because i think santa is bad, it's complicated and i think santa is fine, i just have some complicated things for me personally).
sorry. didn't mean to derail 
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Not to worry about dereailing. Thank you for sharing that. I'm glad your are honest with your children. Personally, I think it's much more loving to be honest, even if it hurts, rather than tell people 'what they want to hear'.
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Originally Posted by tealBumblebee
Yup, T talks about 'first memories' and while she says 'continuous memories' generally start around 3/4 (I don't have many before 10), she and I both have at least one very early memory.
I have a very clear memory when I was old enough to walk but not talk of my mother taking my brothers and I to a friends house, I guess for a social visit (my first memory and the only one I have of my biological family). I remember where the door of the apartment is, that the kitchen/buffet was on the right (it's where my mother put me down at), and the room right off the kitchen that had a toybox in it. The other woman apparently had a child the same age as one of my brothers (maybe around 6-7) and I remember them both kneeling by/looking into the box and the friends son pulling out a bat (plastic I assume but I don't know) and hitting my brother on the head, and my brother crying. I don't remember anything before or after that, just that specific part.
My grandmother says I have told her that same story since I was a very small girl with consistency. I think that it's possible that your memories are, in fact, very real. 
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Thanks for sharing, and for saying that at the end, Teal.