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12 July 2003 @ 02:02 am
Time travel interview: Me at 4  
Here with me today is the younger me at age 4. I don't want to interact with the others around him, so I've simply pulled him up here for the moment. If this works well, I think I'll do a series of such interviews.

Me: Hello, lad. Sorry to pull you away from your day, but I'd like to ask you a few questions.

4: Hi. Where are we?

Me: This is my house. What are you holding there?

4: MY frisbee. It's mine.

Me: I believe you. It's a nice, blue frisbee. I see it even has your name on it.

4: GOOD. My Sunday school teacher didn't believe me. I brought it to Sunday school. She said it was the church's. She didn't believe me, and she took it! I told my mom. She got it back and put my name on it.

Me: I'm sorry. I hate it when people don't believe me.

4: I HATE it. It's MY frisbee. I wanna go home now.

Me: Sorry to keep you. Go home and give your mom a big hug.

4: Okay.


I still remember that blue frisbee. There was a lighter spot in the middle where it was scrubbed or something so my mom could write my name on it.

My earliest memory of the concept of lying and stealing, and it was being falsely accused of lying and having something effectively stolen from my, by an authority figure. Poor me. There there. It's okay now.

Hmm, that must have been in Palm Springs. Anyway, that's it for now. I don't think I'll necessarily go in order, but I thought I'd start with my earliest somewhat-clear memory.
Ricky Buchananrickybuchanan on July 12th, 2003 04:02 am (UTC)
I enjoyed that. Please do more :)


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ashiashi on July 12th, 2003 02:19 pm (UTC)
Okay. :)
drewkittydrewkitty on July 12th, 2003 01:48 pm (UTC)
Funny how memory works. Of all the authority figures I disliked in my childhood, Sunday School teachers stood out at the very top:

1) I always asked why. They're teaching about God, right, so they can explain, right? When asked why, they got mean if not violent. I eventually learned to shut up in exchange for not being called on. :)

2) When I was about 6 I was dropped off in a Sunday School day care program. I had a book and wanted to sit in the corner and be left alone. The teacher told me I had to share and took the book away from me. I went over and took a toy from someone and I got in trouble again for not sharing. The teacher had me go sit in the corner. I peeked and he was reading the book. I walked over and took it back from him. I told him he wasn't sharing.

He got really mad. :)

I didn't get the book back when they went and got my mom and she took me out of there. Of course I got in trouble (which I was always in trouble) . . . but at least we didn't go back.

This helped me figure out that "sharing" is an adult authority figure codeword for "Give _me_ that!"

3) Mark Twain arguably said it best in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and the whole ticket scandal . . .

4) I'm not all that sensitive but Sunday School teachers _creeped me out_. The way they stared and talked real loud about God and the Bible and Hell. One I saw threaten a kid with going to Hell for talking in class. Can you imagine it?

In retrospect, Sunday School teachers were fair warning that something is BADLY WRONG with organized religion.

Debbiecheesybunny on July 12th, 2003 02:27 pm (UTC)
Woah, I'm glad I'm a Unitarian Universalist. Sunday school was usually rather pleasant... or at least not horrible or anything. And if we really didn't like it we basically let our opinions be heard... I guess when I was very small I always enjoyed it. Just a totally different perspective from them god damn liberal uu's.
ashiashi on July 12th, 2003 02:28 pm (UTC)
For the most part, I got on well with Sunday school teachers, and they didn't creep me out. This one I don't remember at all except for that incident. I remember her placing the frisbee up high on top of something, well out of my little reach.

Thinking back on it again, it's my first memory of another concept. My property was effectively confiscated by an authority figure over me. My mom didn't contact said authority figure or anyone else in the church about it (though it was likely the church where by dad was pastor at the time). Instead, she took me back to the room, grabbed the frisbee, and handed it to me. She knew she was right, and she took matters into her own hands. :)
the Chickthechick on July 12th, 2003 02:35 pm (UTC)
Your mom is wonderful!
ashiashi on July 12th, 2003 02:38 pm (UTC)
Aye, that she is. :)
Menollynolly on July 13th, 2003 10:51 am (UTC)
Yikes, you had some horrid teachers.
We're not all like that, you know.
drideep_river on July 13th, 2003 08:10 am (UTC)