what’s something you’ll never forget?

I remember being 6 years old thinking to myself, if I try really hard I can remember this moment. And I did, lol

The way someone made you feel when you needed them the most.

The day I became teetotal, because I gave up on my 50th Birthday

Once when I was 4 or 5, I was sitting in church bored out of my mind, so I told my mom that she had spider in her hair. She totally freaked out in the middle of the prayer. It was one of the funniest things I have ever done

my orange cat loved to sleep in the tires. my dad was in a hurry one day and I was playing outside and watched him leave. As he drove off it was like a little bump... I saw everything... his eye was out of the socket and he was twitching before stopping completely. I remember it every once in a while and just can't seem to get it out of my head... the worst part was no one was there to navigate the loss or comfort me... they treated it as just a regular day while it was heartbreaking to me as a child...

Watching the towers fall on 9/11/2001

My wedding day

I was walking around one time when I first started breastfeeding when my daughter was just born. When the oxytocin kicked in it nearly took my off my feet I couldn’t believe how powerful it was and I said to myself, note taken, don’t stand up or walk around while breastfeeding, it’s hazardous.

The phone call Christmas Eve morning from my oldest daughter telling me my youngest daughter had died.

The last time I saw my mother before she died

Waking up at 3 am to see a look of sheer terror on my husband's face as he died

The 25,000 kids in Gaza.

All the cringe stuff I ever did in my life. And all the stuff that caused my PTSD. Sometimes it's the same

My memories

Witnessing my mother's death.

Compliments

first sex

Walking into the hospital and them not letting me go to my mom's room but me looking and seeing the crash cart outside it. She was 41. I was 22. She was my only parent. They were rushing me to this little room behind the nurses desk I didn't even know was there but that view of the cart outside her room haunts me still. It's been 30+ years. It's burned into my brain.

The first ten digits of pi. I memorized them for extra credit in... idk, elementary school or something. Couldn't tell you the teacher, couldn't tell you what else I learned. But for some reason those digits have nestled into the section of my brain that will never be forgotten. Ask me my dad's phone number and I'll hesitate for a second to bring it up. Ask me Pi and I can recite "3.141592653589" without even thinking.

The day I got my dog

The sound of lightening actually connecting with something near by. The loudest clap you’ll ever hear.

9/11

Abcdefg, hijklmnop, qrs, tuv, wx, y & z.

The night where I was beaten up by a large gang of ex-friends (because I walked away from their illegal lifestyle of drgs to many things silently, so they made up a non-existent reason with no evidences), and my friends who were with me (whom I believed all those years will fight or atleast defend me), didn't do anything. Unfortunately it was the next day after my surgery and root canal and I was sedated heavily in a public place.

After six months, when I came back from rehab, the way my grandmother looked at me. I will never forget her eyes.

anything unforgettable

Which day is my birthday

Today… it was amazing!!

9/11.

The guy who fingered me after eating spicy peanuts.

How I felt the first time he kissed me…

The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Literally the only thing public education permanently burned into my brain.

Well it's hard for me to say. I may forget everything. One day. Who's to say? I'd like to think I'll never forget my name.

The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

The moment I realized a friendship I thought would last forever was over. That sting still hits when I think about it.

Dying before I was born and the hell it created.

In 1998 Hurricane George struck the Gulf Coast of MS where I was living at the time. I was only 9 years old and my mom FORCED me, my brother, and 4 of my cousins to go to the nearby hurricane shelter. (A local community college). I was pissed - I wanted to stay home with my dad - especially since it was only category 2 or something similar. This was my mom's first hurricane so she flipped out. Well, several hours into the storm, the roof/ceiling began to leak and collapse in the gymnasium they had us all in. Police in the building declared martial law and took all the food and water from everyone while we were shuffled into ambulances to move to another building they had gotten unlocked. South MS in September is still BLISTERINGLY hot compared to elsewhere in the country. We were hungry, tired, soaked in sweat, angry and people's fuses were running short. I witnessed my first "adult fight" between two women in a hallway we were sitting in. One of them had found a lost child and the other was searching for them. There was a miscommunication and one woman thought the other was abducting her child. Terrifying as a 9 year old. One of my cousins actually went and got the police to break up the fight. And the thing I remember most vividly - We were all just done with this shit. I was crying. Then I looked down the hall when I heard a noise . . . and there was my dad. I don't remember if he had bolt cutter or if he just found an unlocked door; I don't know how he found us at all to be honest since we were moved. But yeah, we walked home if I recall correctly as the college was only a few street away. I seem to remember there being an obstruction that we couldn't drive the car home. I will never go to a hurricane shelter ever again. During Katrina we evacuated to Savannah, Georgia to family.

When I was about 2 years old I watched my older brother on a small blowup boat scream and jump into the Locke Ness River. I didn’t know the details at the time but I mentioned it at a family gathering a while back and my parents filled in the details; We were all on a bigger boat on the river and my brothers blow up boat was attached to the back by rope and he saw a plastic bag rising up in the water, he thought it was the Locke Ness monster and tried to jump to the main boat… but just went straight into the water.

The moment I realized a friendship I thought would last forever was over. That sting still hits when I think about it.

My first patient who died from covid. Since it's full isolation, every update has to be done through phone call. I called her daughter. My patient was frail elderly in her 90s. After I told her about the sad news, I just heard sobs, crying on the other line followed by somewhat high pitched shriek for the next 3-4 seconds. I started listening again to rock. Eventually, metal... even black metal, djent. So far, I could still here. Til I listened to Meshuggah's Bleed. The shriek was not as loud as it was before.

Lots of stuff. The most mundane was in 1952, before I entered Kindergarten. My dad was a marine, and we were living on the base. It was his turn to distribute the payroll cash to outlying stations, so he and everyone in his work party wore a .45. He came home for lunch with it on his hip, in a holster. I'd never seen him armed before. The most un-mundane, of all the private things, was the birth of our first child. By "private" I mean an event particular to me (and my wife). I remember where I was when I heard President Kennedy had been shot, and where I was when I heard the Challenger had exploded, and where I was when I heard about the planes hitting the twin towers on 9/11, but most Americans do too, if they are old enough.

A random summer night as a teenager, lying on the hood of a car with friends, just staring at the stars. Simple, but unforgettable.

Everything I used to sing along to with School House Rock, back in the 70’s.

“Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed." - five year old me, in a classroom in Australia was transfixed by the peak of american achievement. How much a nation could achieve under inspired leadership

My ex cheating in front of me and then trying to deny it. f*** my ex

covid

Being 12 years old and having my first conversation with my good friend from school, who I had just met at the time. I remember everything that day. There was an assembly for anti-bullying and "Awake and Alive" by Skillet was playing. I met this other student for the first time. He was so nice to me. He was clearly special needs, but I was too, so I felt more comfortable talking to him. He ended his life in 2017, shortly after I attempted to contact him again after all these years. It still haunts me so much. I visit his grave every year and I talk to him. I miss him.