-Removed-So you're fishing for private information without offering any yourself.
P.S. -- Your "persona" presents itself with these profile words: "violent delights have violent ends" -- but even though I was also a fan of HBO's Westworld (or at least of its trailers' promises), perhaps some might hesitate to provide deeply personal stories to such a mill.
-Removed-Nevertheless, I'll share this:
When I was about 4 years old, my Uncle Hans vanished a D-cell battery from his hand and made it appear in the drawer of a nearby chest.
Hans wasn't his real name, but he was a friend of my family and my Godfather. He had a glass eye and drove a Mercedes. One of my first regrets is that I called him an oaf for making me take a nap.
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-Removed-I remember an early occasion when my father picked me up from kindergarten on his bike - I sat behind him - and the bike suddenly stopped because my foot was stuck between the spokes in the wheel. My father was very unhappy about this and bought me a little plastic turtle that could turn its head from side to side, and I think it made me a little happier.
@torunn saidThis incident has stayed in my memory for 70+ years, not because of the pain but seeing my father so worried is what I recall most.
I remember an early occasion when my father picked me up from kindergarten on his bike - I sat behind him - and the bike suddenly stopped because my foot was stuck between the spokes in the wheel. My father was very unhappy about this and bought me a little plastic turtle that could turn its head from side to side, and I think it made me a little happier.
-Removed-I remember being stung by a bee for the first time in Mevagissey. It buzzed around my ice cream cone for a bit but then went up the leg of my blue shorts and, seemingly due to the efforts to remove him, he stung me on my thigh.
A little background that I am happy to share:
We had a light blue 1500 cc Simca estate car at that time.
-Removed-We'd go to the wooded ditches and embankments where the western wall marking the boundary of Roman Verulamium was and pretend that we were Spitfires and Messerschmitt 109s. My calm and non-judgemental willingness to be the German pilot and plane in these dogfights pre-echoed my opposition to leaving the E.U. in later life.
-Removed-I had a whole set of very vivid memories of playing in the garden in Crowthorne in Berkshire when I was about three years old.
I was rather disappointed when I was about twelve to realize, having unearthed the projector and 35 mm film from the attic, that I did NOT have vivid memories from the age of three, but instead, I had watched these 35 mm films when I was about six or seven and forgotten that I had.
Even though the memories of playing in the garden in Crowthorne were seen - in my mind's eye - as if from the point of view of a camera pointed at me, it had not caused me to doubt the veracity of those vivid memories until BOOIINNG... the shoe dropped as the twelve-year-old me saw the same scenes, from that same point of view, flickering on the sitting room wall.
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Nevertheless, I'll share this:
When I was about 4 years old, my Uncle Hans vanished a D-cell battery from his hand and made it appear in the drawer of a nearby chest.
Hans wasn't his real name, but he was a friend of my family and my Godfather. He had a glass eye and drove a Mercedes. One of my first regrets is that I called him an oaf for making me take a nap.