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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.

*Poof*

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.
 
 
 
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. :)