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	<title>Comments on: How We Remember Our Childhoods&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: nathan118</title>
		<link>http://www.theblarg.com/2010/02/08/how-we-remember-our-childhoods/comment-page-1/#comment-24280</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 06:54:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for the replies guys.

I was contemplating this as I organized old negatives. I think those memories, especially pre-high school...are so interesting. I remember a lot of stuff, both good and bad. I remember the first time a pet died as vividly as when my first grandparent died. Like the exact moment my parents told us...but for the other two, I don&#039;t remember that moment. I remember the funeral, but not when they told us. Strange...

My first memory was at 3. I remember standing at lakewood blvd watching the olympic torch go by.

As for how those memories affect me...I think the most important thing is realizing that they can and do affect you. If you shove painful childhood memories aside and never deal with them, you might think you&#039;ve forgotten them, but that doesn&#039;t mean they haven&#039;t affected you.

Interesting indeed...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for the replies guys.</p>
<p>I was contemplating this as I organized old negatives. I think those memories, especially pre-high school&#8230;are so interesting. I remember a lot of stuff, both good and bad. I remember the first time a pet died as vividly as when my first grandparent died. Like the exact moment my parents told us&#8230;but for the other two, I don&#8217;t remember that moment. I remember the funeral, but not when they told us. Strange&#8230;</p>
<p>My first memory was at 3. I remember standing at lakewood blvd watching the olympic torch go by.</p>
<p>As for how those memories affect me&#8230;I think the most important thing is realizing that they can and do affect you. If you shove painful childhood memories aside and never deal with them, you might think you&#8217;ve forgotten them, but that doesn&#8217;t mean they haven&#8217;t affected you.</p>
<p>Interesting indeed&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: ~kevin</title>
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		<dc:creator>~kevin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 23:14:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I guess that doesn&#039;t count as childhood, but it is an interesting example of how the brain treats good and bad memories.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I guess that doesn&#8217;t count as childhood, but it is an interesting example of how the brain treats good and bad memories.</p>
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		<title>By: ~kevin</title>
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		<dc:creator>~kevin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 17:03:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>But here&#039;s a weird situation.  I forgot about it, maybe for the same reason I forget about the experience altogether.  For the four years I was married to my first wife, I was also in the Air Force.  I have thousands of great clear memories from the Air Force, but I am down to only a handful of memories I can see clearly from that marriage, even though they were simultaneous.  Somehow, my mind purged quite a bit of the experience that was traumatic and hurtful, so that I could still remember the period fondly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>But here&#8217;s a weird situation.  I forgot about it, maybe for the same reason I forget about the experience altogether.  For the four years I was married to my first wife, I was also in the Air Force.  I have thousands of great clear memories from the Air Force, but I am down to only a handful of memories I can see clearly from that marriage, even though they were simultaneous.  Somehow, my mind purged quite a bit of the experience that was traumatic and hurtful, so that I could still remember the period fondly.</p>
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		<title>By: ~kevin</title>
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		<dc:creator>~kevin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:16:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember the good and the bad equally.  I was just fortunate to have more good to remember than bad.  My earliest memory though, is being strapped to an exam room table, completely unable to move while the doctor stitched my forhead.  I was two years old.  I remember it vividly.  As far as what certain events stand out more clearly, it depends on what certain events are going on currently.  They make me think back to the similar occassions as a child.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember the good and the bad equally.  I was just fortunate to have more good to remember than bad.  My earliest memory though, is being strapped to an exam room table, completely unable to move while the doctor stitched my forhead.  I was two years old.  I remember it vividly.  As far as what certain events stand out more clearly, it depends on what certain events are going on currently.  They make me think back to the similar occassions as a child.</p>
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		<title>By: sarah</title>
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		<dc:creator>sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:21:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>To be somewhat vague, yes to all of your questions. I try to remember the good more than the bad. The good definitely out weighs the bad. 
St. Patrick&#039;s Day and Christmas are holidays that stand out in my childhood. There were fun and interesting vacations my family took when I was a kid. I remember the day my sister was born and I was only 3. 
What really helps me remember my childhood are all the pictures my Nana took of my sisters and me growing up. There are 4 red photo albums just for me at her house.
My perception of my childhood does shape my views as an adult. One example I knew I did not want to marry a cop. I have a ton of respect for cops, but certain memories(not bad) of growing up with a dad who is a cop led me to that decision.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To be somewhat vague, yes to all of your questions. I try to remember the good more than the bad. The good definitely out weighs the bad.<br />
St. Patrick&#8217;s Day and Christmas are holidays that stand out in my childhood. There were fun and interesting vacations my family took when I was a kid. I remember the day my sister was born and I was only 3.<br />
What really helps me remember my childhood are all the pictures my Nana took of my sisters and me growing up. There are 4 red photo albums just for me at her house.<br />
My perception of my childhood does shape my views as an adult. One example I knew I did not want to marry a cop. I have a ton of respect for cops, but certain memories(not bad) of growing up with a dad who is a cop led me to that decision.</p>
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