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Anything can be fake and gay as long as you post "fake and gay" first in the replies.

I'll take the plunge and try:

• fake: got nothin'
• gay: OP wasn't old enough to have sexual feelings, so this experience likely turned them off relationships w/ women

I feel bad for OP. If this story is fake, good job sir or ma'am, you have the makings of a great author.

Fake or not for OP, that's stuff that does happen

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I’m pretty old and remember kindergarten. Do you have any physical reminders that could help trigger memories?

I remember a fair bit of my early childhood:

• My older sister playing school with me. I was three or so. That's how I learned to read.
• When my mum taught me about the "little dragons" in our bodies; basically a child-friendly way to teach how sickness works, and how our bodies deal with them.
• My 4yo birthday. It wasn't anything special, but I remember jumping all happy across the kitchen.
• A few times that my father ruined family meal. Making my sister cry, making me cry, whining incessantly about the food, encouraging me to eat the cooked yolk that my mum would use in the dish, this kind of thing.
• My grandma pouring condensed milk over my chocolate milk, and saying "shh, don't tell your mum".
• Locking my grandpa's dog inside the basement, and getting gently lectured by him, on how the dog would feel afraid and lonely.
• My ophthalmologist asking me if I wanted pineapple or strawberry-flavoured eye drops. I was six or so. (More than three decades later, he's still the one taking care of my eyes.)

The more traumatic the event the more our brain tends to create strong memories around it. And if it’s super traumatic you get ptsd since the memories are so strong that your brain can relive those moments very vividly. It’s basically a adaption for survival when we were cavemen, so you don’t forget bad things and learn from it. Like seeing your uncle getting mauled by a lion so you create a strong memory and never forget that you have to avoid lions.

If you don’t remember shit you probably had a good childhood.

Assuming the story isn't fake, this could be a sufficiently traumatic memory to still be available even after many years. Really strong emotions can form strong memories, and cancer is a common enough topic that those pathways would see gradual maintenance over time. I certainly remember the first girl who had a crush on me, and that was back in first grade.

It's on 4chan though, so the easy assumption should always be that it is fake.

I am 29 and I don't remember much when I was a teenager, and next to nothing from elementary school, lol.

I remember rolling up to class while pretending to be a lizard. Crawling on the ground licking my lips, etc., etc.

Perhaps you shouldn't go there lol

I can even remember pre school before kindergarten

I don't remember either. Never even went to kindergarten. In my country it was just pre-school at like 6 then normal school at 7.

I remember getting a sega/Nintendo bootleg thing at 5 that broke almost immediately with some looney tunes game on it and some bootleg unlicensed figure abomination combinations of Spider-Man and power rangers.

I remember getting a PS1 eventually in around 2004, then PS2 a year later, a PSP a year after that and a PS3 in around 2008, plus the first Full HD TV we replaced our Samsung CRT TV/VCR with, I was apparently also responsible for busting the VCR part of that by shoving a tape in backwards as a baby.

We got DSL and WiFi a year after that, watching YouTube on Dial-Up and 3G was like a day-long affair, but i wasn't ever bored as a kid.

I remember breaking my childhood best friend's nose and it's how we became friends. I remember being bullied, mostly beaten daily for being different, mostly because I was not a muslim and not as poor as some of the other kids. I remember growing up and going overseas on my own for the first time at 10, with a travel group ofc.

I remember leaving my home forever at the age of 13 to go study overseas, what it felt like knowing I'd never live with my parents again, and that I wouldn't even see them for 3 months, when the previous max was maybe a few weeks at most. It was lots of mixed feelings and with a heavy heart. Now as an adult I will never see my childhood home nor my parents again, which sucks sometimes, I had some nice things there, like a print copy of Welcome to the NHK LN i had to save up for.

I remember coming into my own a bit at 14 and becoming a nihilist edgelord which finally let me have lots of friends, at least back in the old country, but eventually also in the new one too. I remember really blooming at 18 and even more so at 20 post-transition and even becoming something of an extravert social butterfly. Now as an adult even each year is better than the last.

I have also very few memories from kindergarten and around that time, but when I was a teenager we moved back to the town where I used to go kindergarten at and all these guys I had no memories about remembered me and welcomed me back

Yup, that's enough internet for today, gotta call in sick and watch sad movies all day.

After a show like this I have to watch like two seasons of braindead shonen to "wash down" the feels :(

Complete with a scene where anon jerks it to her while she lays unconscious in the hospital bed, and then he cries about it for 17 minutes.

Rest in peas.