What Are You Nosey About Today?? 🦝

[JerseyJade]

I make it thick.

Speaking of thick... oh, never mind.

 

[Sundayschild]

I make it thick.

Yeah, me t.....never mind...

 

[hairball18]

Reading the other messages, I can only infer you are taking a break from here since the voice message timed out or was taken down. Wishing you strength and guidance.

Story time. As a child, I walked the fields of NW Ohio for arrowheads...but I would look at anything that caught my eye. One day, I found this perfectly smooth, amazingly green stone. It went into my pocket. After researching it, I discovered it came down from over a thousand miles from Canada in the last glaciers. I carried it for the next 20 years. It was my guide. It saw me through my bad days of drug abuse. It saw me through my days of being alone. I lost so much during those days...but I kept my rock. It was me. I was it. It was always in my pocket...God i washed it more times than I can count.

My grandmother raised me. When I reached out for help to get clean...I was so afraid she had died during my drug use. I was so embarrassed by what I had become...it was easier not to talk with those I loved. But luck was what it was. She saw me celebrate 5 years clean before she did die. As we filed up to the casket to say our goodbyes, the rock felt heavy. It called. I reached in and took out of my pocket...and I immediately knew it was no longer mine...but hers. So I placed it in her hand...to guide her to safety. To happiness. My wife asked me...you sure? Yes. I have found my way. I no longer need it.

I look at my shelves today, they are lined with hundreds of rocks. I can tell you where each were found...what I was going through...and how each have helped me get from here to there. Find your guide Rainshine. You probably already have it and don't know why. Use it to remind you of who you are and that you are deserving of your happiness. It is there for us all.

I read this with equal parts of tears and smiles. Sir, you are a true rock star.

 

[Dribble]

Thank you for sharing this, D.
It's a painful, moving, uplifting and beautiful story.

I read this with equal parts of tears and smiles. Sir, you are a true rock star.

Thank you both for the smile.

 

[cheekygirl75]

I'm nosey about what people's first memory is and how old were you? And do you have a lot of memories from childhood? Are they mostly good or bad?

I think my first memory is from when I was about 4 years old. My older sister was going to kindergarten and I was sitting on the front steps playing with a doll while my mother was saying goodbye to her.

I don't have a lot of memories from childhood... my sister remembers a lot but I just have a crap memory I guess. I remember more of the embarrassing/awful moments than good ones. I heard somewhere recently that that's an evolutionary thing - it's more important for survival for us to remember danger and bad things than the good ones.

 

[LikeableMe]

I'm nosey about what people's first memory is and how old were you? And do you have a lot of memories from childhood? Are they mostly good or bad?

I think my first memory is from when I was about 4 years old. My older sister was going to kindergarten and I was sitting on the front steps playing with a doll while my mother was saying goodbye to her.

I don't have a lot of memories from childhood... my sister remembers a lot but I just have a crap memory I guess. I remember more of the embarrassing/awful moments than good ones. I heard somewhere recently that that's an evolutionary thing - it's more important for survival for us to remember danger and bad things than the good ones.

The earliest memory anyone could help me put an age on, was 2 years old. I remembered what to me seemed to be a chalet, and I remember a woman and her son staying in one across from us. I remember getting a huge bed all to myself - probably why the memory was significant enough to stay with me. I was probably still in a cot/crib then. I remember sleeping in the same room with my mum and sibling, and I remember a spider in a corner, on a plain white wall. My mum later told me that was our first night in a women’s institute.

The earliest memory I have, but no one can date is sitting in my pushchair. It was raining, and I remember my mum setting up the rain cover over me. I remember the smell of it, and I remember watching the rain hit the cover, and trickle down in patterns. I believe this memory to be earlier than the one I can date.

I’m glad these memories included my mum. Today was her birthday, and I miss her.

 

[BadAmy]

I'm nosey about what people's first memory is and how old were you? And do you have a lot of memories from childhood? Are they mostly good or bad?

I think my first memory is from when I was about 4 years old. My older sister was going to kindergarten and I was sitting on the front steps playing with a doll while my mother was saying goodbye to her.

I don't have a lot of memories from childhood... my sister remembers a lot but I just have a crap memory I guess. I remember more of the embarrassing/awful moments than good ones. I heard somewhere recently that that's an evolutionary thing - it's more important for survival for us to remember danger and bad things than the good ones.

I remember the bus ride home from elementary school. My neighbor wanted to get off at a stop just a few away from my usual stop, and walk. I panicked. Because at that age, I think, 7, the world was a cloud to me, except for the places I knew...my driveway, the school entrance.
The thought of walking home, even though it was only up the street, terrified me.

 

[beachbaby179]

They say that kids don't really remember things before the age of around 4, unless it's traumatic or extra-special in some way. My first is from when I was only 20 months old and I can see it vividly. We visited my brother in the hospital but they wouldn't let me in because I was too young. So I visited from outside his window. Luckily he was on the first floor. It was one of those "hands on either side of the glass" moments.

 

[AlexBailey]

I'm nosey about what people's first memory is and how old were you? And do you have a lot of memories from childhood? Are they mostly good or bad?

I happened to have this conversation with my mom a couple of weeks ago. I have a bunch of early memories from before the age of two. The earliest we could date was at about fourteen months when my mom dropped a bottle of milk on the living room rug, and another that could have been earlier of a toad that lived under a stone in our garden - the smell of tomato plants has always brought that memory back.

In fact, several of my earliest memories are associated with smells: the spilled milk as it aged and spoiled in the rug for the next couple of weeks, some new bunk beds we got before I was two had a strong preservative smell, the inside of the case of my dad's Fender Jazz bass, the smell of the VW Beetle my dad only had until it was wrecked when I was about eighteen months, the smell of a fig tree that broke a limb...

 

[Orchidea73]

I'm nosey about what people's first memory is and how old were you? And do you have a lot of memories from childhood? Are they mostly good or bad?

I think my first memory is from when I was about 4 years old. My older sister was going to kindergarten and I was sitting on the front steps playing with a doll while my mother was saying goodbye to her.

I don't have a lot of memories from childhood... my sister remembers a lot but I just have a crap memory I guess. I remember more of the embarrassing/awful moments than good ones. I heard somewhere recently that that's an evolutionary thing - it's more important for survival for us to remember danger and bad things than the good ones.

I have a lot of memories from my childhood and they are all mostly good. It wasn't an easy one but I was a vivacious and happy child. I loved my parents and my siblings and I was loved by them too. I was the little one and got a bit spoiled.

The most traumatic one is something that I actually laugh today. I was 5 yrs old and I was cronically suffering very badly with tonsillitis. Back then, they would just take them off, when you had such problems, and so my mom decided to do this because the year after I was going to art school, which was very far from home and (I had to live the whole year in dormitory), and she didn't want me to be sick and with no family around.

My mom worked in the hospital. She was a head nurse in the surgical pathology department. I often used to go and visit her and I loved playing the nurse. So I wasn't afraid of the hospital, the opposite, and I also knew the doctor who was going to perform the intervention. I had also seen him in a movie playing an extra (as a doctor) and so they told me that I was going to play in the movie. I was going to be the patient but it was all fiction. So I went and I was so happy. Little did I know.

I sat on the medical chair and there were 3 or 4 nurses and assistants. They tied my hands and they hold me by the shoulders and they told me to open my mouth. I kept asking: Where are the cameras, where is the crew? They told me they are on their way but we needed to do some "rehearsals" first. And so like a good fish I open my mouth. When I saw this huge syringe (they were terrifying back then) was the moment I understood and started to scream like crazy and kicking.

Anyway, long story short, the moment the doctor finished (it didn't last long but to me it felt like an eternity) I spit on his face. He had the mask but eyes and front were not covered, obviously. So, everything I had in my mouth, blood included went to his face. I was MAD that they had lied to me. I kicked my mom and refused to talk to her for days. Well, at first I couldn't even if I wanted to. lol

For a time I stopped going to the hospital. But then my dad got sick and hospitalized and I would go and see him. Every time I was close to the hospital though, I would stop and collect small rocks in case I saw that doctor. But I grew out of it pretty quickly, in my teen years, and that doctor became my favorite person.

Sorry for the long papyrus.

 

[Fingerfuxs]

I have a lot of memories from my childhood and they are all mostly good. It wasn't an easy one but I was a vivacious and happy child. I loved my parents and my siblings and I was loved by them too. I was the little one and got a bit spoiled.

The most traumatic one is something that I actually laugh today. I was 5 yrs old and I was cronically suffering very badly with tonsillitis. Back then, they would just take them off, when you had such problems, and so my mom decided to do this because the year after I was going to art school, which was very far from home and (I had to live the whole year in dormitory), and she didn't want me to be sick and with no family around.

My mom worked in the hospital. She was a head nurse in the surgical pathology department. I often used to go and visit her and I loved playing the nurse. So I wasn't afraid of the hospital, the opposite, and I also knew the doctor who was going to perform the intervention. I had also seen him in a movie playing an extra (as a doctor) and so they told me that I was going to play in the movie. I was going to be the patient but it was all fiction. So I went and I was so happy. Little did I know.

I sat on the medical chair and there were 3 or 4 nurses and assistants. They tied my hands and they hold me by the shoulders and they told me to open my mouth. I kept asking: Where are the cameras, where is the crew? They told me they are on their way but we needed to do some "rehearsals" first. And so like a good fish I open my mouth. When I saw this huge syringe (they were terrifying back then) was the moment I understood and started to scream like crazy and kicking.

Anyway, long story short, the moment the doctor finished (it didn't last long but to me it felt like an eternity) I spit on his face. He had the mask but eyes and front were not covered, obviously. So, everything I had in my mouth, blood included went to his face. I was MAD that they had lied to me. I kicked my mom and refused to talk to her for days. Well, at first I couldn't even if I wanted to. lol

For a time I stopped going to the hospital. But then my dad got sick and hospitalized and I would go and see him. Every time I was close to the hospital though, I would stop and collect small rocks in case I saw that doctor. But I grew out of it pretty quickly, in my teen years, and that doctor became my favorite person.

Sorry for the long papyrus.

Maybe I’m a little fixated on the voice app thing these days. But what a wonderful read with your accent , enthusiasm and all around Lit presence that story would be to heard being read by you.

Might you consider it ?

Here would be a great place using a recycled thread.
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1535569

 

[Whiskeyjack]

I'm nosey about what people's first memory is and how old were you? And do you have a lot of memories from childhood? Are they mostly good or bad?

I have lots of memories of childhood - by and large they're good ones. I grew up in a very small, very rustic New England village and remember riding my bike to the lake, making sugar on snow, building stick forts in the woods... I think the earliest memory was just of being about 2 or 3 years old and curling up on the bricks in front of our wood stove and just being warm and sleepy. To this day nothing makes me feel cozier than the smell of a birchwood fire.

 

[ydahecnot]

I remember going through my grandmother’s purse when I was a toddler

 

[Paul_Chance]

I had a great childhood, with no real traumatic memories, just the ordinary injuries and accidents of life.

My earliest memory, which I always assumed was about four (we lived for a brief time in northern South Dakota and I always thought it was there). When sharing it with my mom, she told me that no, that particular house was where we lived when I was two plus, so it is from that age.

I remember that our backyard was up against train tracks and across the train tracks was a construction storage yard. I can remember crawling under the fence with my older brothers and playing among the concrete culverts stored in the yard across the tracks. We were playing hide and seek, or more likely, that random childhood game of "chase each other around" screaming. It's a fond memory.

LOL - it happens to coincide with the oldest picture of me that I have, which is basically me with a little buzz cut and toy six shooter and cowboy hat, standing in the yard, covered in mud and smiling broadly.

 

[saustin5432]

I can vividly remember roller skating in the basement of our house with my brother. We moved out of that house when I was 5.

I have a weird memory for spaces. I can literally sketch the floor plan of every house/apartment I've lived in relatively accurately and scaled, including furniture placement. Aside from that, I remember the big things like birthdays, deaths, weddings, etc. and the traumas.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

 

[hairball18]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

I don't subscribe to any threads because I don't know the advantage.

 

[Mei5ter]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

It was three. It's now five.

I completely forgot the subscribe feature. Still had one of Allia's on there. Time for an overhaul...

 

[cheekygirl75]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

I mostly just subscribe because of being automatically subscribed when I comment in a thread. And I don't generally unsubscribe unless the thread has ended & a new one was started, like with the games, or... actually that's really the only reason. Though I have unsubscribed to a couple by mistake when using Lit on my phone lol

 

[LikeableMe]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

I’ve never subscribed to a thread. I pretty much stick to the first couple of lit section pages, unless I want to specifically seek something out. I can usually find what I’m looking for, without any subscriptions

 

[Mei5ter]

I’ve never subscribed to a thread. I pretty much stick to the first couple of lit section pages, unless I want to specifically seek something out. I can usually find what I’m looking for, without any subscriptions

Don't you ever randomly look on page 17 and just comment on a moribund thread for the sake of it?

 

[Xerxes82]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

So I don't actually subscribe to any threads. I've literally never done it. I go looking for the ones I want to find, sometimes unsuccessfully as the search hates me.

Half the fun sometimes is losing track of a thread and finding it hundreds of posts later. Watching the back and forth is really entertaining to me.

 

[Dribble]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

One....Cassie's PNW thread...cause the coast there is where I feel complete.

I find many threads could be labeled favorites. Orchi's cause she posts beautiful, sensual black and white photos. TL's cause when she is on a tear i can find some amazing art i don't see elsewhere. The discussion threads cause I love when someone looks deep at themselves. I love PLPs thread cause she makes me laugh easily. I love Indiesoul's threads cause she truly is a sweetheart. I am sure there are others...and I let them know even if I lurk cause I appreciate those threads

 

[SassySheDevil]

I subscribe to any thread I enjoy reading, or participating in. I like to find them easily. I only un-subscribe when I no longer participate, or enjoy seeing the comments.
I still have Subscriptions from years back, because I like to look back on memories or people and remember them fondly. I've gone back to old threads just to reminisce.

 

[StacyLeigh]

I'm Nosey about what makes you subscribe to a thread and what makes you unsubscribe? How many threads are you subbed to?

I have 12 subscriptions. Mostly discussion threads and/or those created by people I connect with regularly. I don’t spend a lot of time on Lit these days. I pop in for a few minutes here or there so I like having my favorites readily available.

I unsubscribe if I’ve lost interest or there’s a poster that I highly dislike who takes over the thread

Yes and yes - more so the latter recently.