Falcarius
The Unwieldy Clawed One
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My very first memory is of me sleeping in my cot, and I woke up to find our cat Zebedee walking around on my cot's frame then suddenly she fell. I remember just staring at him on the floor for about 15 minute wondering why the hell she was not getting up. When I realised that was a bit f***ed up I started to cry, that was my first experience of something dying. I also remember my dad burying her under the apple tree in our back garden. I don't think you are supposed to let two and a half year old's see you put dead animals in a box and bury it.
I remember I had an old fashioned red 'Silver Cross' perambulator (I was going to just say pram, but I am sorry 'perambulator' is so the coolest British word much better than 'baby carriage') You know the ones with the big wheels, stainless steel chassis, and the bassinet like component. I also know for a fact my parents never used disposable nappies on myself or any of their other children, instead using the good old cotton nappies and safety pins. Yeah, my parents are kind of old fashioned. They still use words like 'continental quilt' and 'wireless'.
I also remember when I was around 9 years old I used to turn mine and my younger brothers old playpen upside down and use it to trap our dog in. Our dog was a Labrador-Dachshund cross, basically he look like a Labrador but his legs were too small in comparison to the rest of his body. He was somewhere in height between a Labrador and a Dachshund, otherwise he probably would have been too big to be captured in the play pen. Yeah, it is kind of ironical for some random vegetarian kid to trap his dog in a upside down playpen. I suppose it was my idea of role-playing; most kids play "doctors and nurses" or "customers and shop owners". But not me, I wanted to be a "Animal control officer", so I could pretend to save our dog.
I remember that I broke my cot, it must have been at least 25 years old when I was born. I used to crawl out of my cot and into my mother's and father's room. I also remember I shared a room with my sister until I was about three years old.( In case I talk about either of my two sisters again, I was talking about my youngest sister whose older than myself. I not actually sure that I ever lived with my oldest sister. She is quite a bit older than myself and she moved out when she was young) Then I had a small box room what must have been about eight foot by four foot, it could only fit a bed in it. It was originally a toilet but my parents took it out. I also remember my room had what seemed like, to me as a small child, huge white sliding doors. I remember my sister used to shut the door and lock me in my room, so I got revenge one day by flushing her favourite dress down the toilet. She still carries around a naked photo of me, with me standing in our paddling pool behind the side of the pool, in her purse anyway.
I remember I had an old fashioned red 'Silver Cross' perambulator (I was going to just say pram, but I am sorry 'perambulator' is so the coolest British word much better than 'baby carriage') You know the ones with the big wheels, stainless steel chassis, and the bassinet like component. I also know for a fact my parents never used disposable nappies on myself or any of their other children, instead using the good old cotton nappies and safety pins. Yeah, my parents are kind of old fashioned. They still use words like 'continental quilt' and 'wireless'.
I also remember when I was around 9 years old I used to turn mine and my younger brothers old playpen upside down and use it to trap our dog in. Our dog was a Labrador-Dachshund cross, basically he look like a Labrador but his legs were too small in comparison to the rest of his body. He was somewhere in height between a Labrador and a Dachshund, otherwise he probably would have been too big to be captured in the play pen. Yeah, it is kind of ironical for some random vegetarian kid to trap his dog in a upside down playpen. I suppose it was my idea of role-playing; most kids play "doctors and nurses" or "customers and shop owners". But not me, I wanted to be a "Animal control officer", so I could pretend to save our dog.
I remember that I broke my cot, it must have been at least 25 years old when I was born. I used to crawl out of my cot and into my mother's and father's room. I also remember I shared a room with my sister until I was about three years old.( In case I talk about either of my two sisters again, I was talking about my youngest sister whose older than myself. I not actually sure that I ever lived with my oldest sister. She is quite a bit older than myself and she moved out when she was young) Then I had a small box room what must have been about eight foot by four foot, it could only fit a bed in it. It was originally a toilet but my parents took it out. I also remember my room had what seemed like, to me as a small child, huge white sliding doors. I remember my sister used to shut the door and lock me in my room, so I got revenge one day by flushing her favourite dress down the toilet. She still carries around a naked photo of me, with me standing in our paddling pool behind the side of the pool, in her purse anyway.
