From the day that we were born, we began learning. Actually, we even learn before that. We all develop in stages. We all go through the same stages, but not at the same pace. Some people are able to adapt and learn very easy, while others do not grasp concept that quick. But eventually, we all pass the same path at some point in our life.

One of the earliest memories that I recall was being 5 years old and being in kindergarten. I remember flashes of my classroom as we had the giant rug with the alphabet on it. I remember a girl named Tessa because when we would go out for playtime, she would always bring in caterpillars. I don't mean just a few. We would come back in from break and next thing you know, the carpet is fully of those black and yellow caterpillars. I can't recall her getting in trouble and I remember this happening quite often. I am not sure if it they knew it was her, but I did. I know I never told on her, I remember that much. But back to my earliest memory, I remember it being a Wednesday because my mom was off of work on that day. I can't remember the exact time, but it was around the time that I first started going to school. I was up jumping on the bed for whatever reason and I broke the head board to the bed. Somehow my mom knew, but we were running late for the school bus. I remember her exact words as she grabbed me before I climbed onto the bus. She said, "when your *** gets home, your *** is mine!"

Later in class, I am tripping. I remember my exact thoughts because I was terrifiede. I knew she meant every word she said. I recall looking out the window and asking myself, "why are you so stupid"? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I couldn't believe I broke the bed. I know it wasn't old, but I didn't know how new it was. Keep in mind, I am 5 years old. I remember being at the lunch table and I guess I looked sad because a teacher asked me why I looked so sad. I didn't talk back. I put on one of those mad puppy dog faces, but I have no clue why, but I remember. The teacher set beside me and said, "if you keep making that face Ricky, it will be stuck on you forever". I thought about it and I knew for sure, it would get stuck like that if I didn't quit. I never spoke to the teacher about anything. I don't recall hearing from her again so I guess she just thought I was being a kid.

We use to have these little play houses and I seemed to always find my way over there with the girls playing house. We would play with pots and pans, dishes, and whatever. I guess that was fun for me because it got my mind off the spanking I knew was coming for sure. I remember playing in the playhouse, but don't recall much more then that. I remember the bell ringing for the last time of the day and I got that sick feeling in the stomach. I knew I was moments away from hell and fire to my backside. If I was lucky, I wouldn't die.

I knew I had some time left so for an instant, I felt better. But I knew it was short lived because I only live 3 miles down the road. I would get an extra minute or two as we let the other kids off. At this time, my mind kicked in high gear. I was a thinker at an early age. I thought to myself, if I could get off at the bus stop before, I would have it made. She wouldn't see me. Yes, that is it. I was proud to think that one through. I began shaking my head as I were nodding yes. Why didn't I think of that before? I took a deep breath with my little lungs and exhaled all my worries. I grabbed my yellow lunchbox and my giant crayon with string, which was my name tag, and I gathered myself as I was to make my escape. The bus began to pull to the tracks and I saw the kids standing up. I grabbed my belongings and I headed to the front. I was free! I hit that first step and it was like clouds parting. Ricky! This ain't your bus stop boy. You get off up here. Your mommy is down there at the ball courts.

You know, at this time and point in my young life, talk about a gigantic gut check. I didn't even want to turn around. I couldn't move. The bus driver might as well been the reaper. I was done for. Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no. I remember disappointment as I baby stepped to the third row of the bus. As I gathered myself for what was surely my last minute, I peaked up ahead and there she was. A tear came from eye and then a few more followed. I shook my head as I was saying no. I was probably saying it as well. I heard the air brake go off and the bus door opened. There were five of us getting off, Robin, Steph, Joey, Sarah, and myself. I was in no hurry at all. As the last one passed, I stayed seated. I can to conclusion that I wasn't going. Lord, please don't make me go. "Lets go, lets go, lets go"!!! the driver said. I am pretty sure I heard that death song, duh-duh-duh-duh duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh. I peaked through the door as I stood on the top stair, as the bus driver keeps telling me go,go,go, move it! There she was. The peacemaker. It was all over.

As she walked to me, I literally closed my eyes. This was it, I thought. "How was your day baby"? What? "I missed you", she said. Me?, I asked. I wondered if it was a trick since the other kids were out in the street as well. But, it wasn't. I lived.

I learned a lesson that day, even at the age of 5. Don't tear up mommy's belongings. Needless to say, I never did again. No lie, this is a true story and my earliest memory. I remember the small details as I wrote. Its funny. I guess because I was so scared. I litterally felt as if I was going to die. I remember the images til this day. I was sure glad I came home to a happy mommy. Thanks for reading. Take care.

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anjperez 5 years ago

i feel your story here. when we were kids were were just so careless. yet when apprehended, we get so worried and scared. most of the time we think of punishment. and the thought of spanking made us want to die. why was childhood so hard? your hub made me think of my experiences too. i think i still have some vivid memories.

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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

this is a very we enjoyable story. This also bought back a scary memory, still never mind we can all get over memory. up/awesome

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Anjperez, thanks for commenting and a great story. Oh, I was so scared. My only memory of being 5.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Writer20, thanks so much for the comment and vote. You can always talk to me. Hope it is not that bad of a memory. Take care.

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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

Brilliant and an up/awesome for this one

Take care


femmeflashpoint 5 years ago

Lyric - I thoroughly enjoyed your recall, lol.

I was reading along, feeling sorry for you, and next thing I knew, I was feeling the same anxiety I've felt over similiar incidents when I was young. Like you, the sort brought on by pending doom.

It's amazing the results a simple warning can have, lol.

Thank you for sharing the memories!

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Interesting. That is powerful Femme. That is what it is all about. I want everyone to relate to each poem I write. Thanks always Femme. Your a doll.

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LuxmiH 5 years ago from Fort Pierce, Florida

I am so impressed with your memory and your ability to share it with feeling through the written word. I look forward to reading more of your hubs. Well done.

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JamaGenee 5 years ago from Central Oklahoma

Thank you for taking us along on your trip down Memory Lane. How lucky you are to have had a forgiving (forgetful?) mother. Perhaps she knew, as most mothers seem to (mine not included) that sometimes just the knowing you did something wrong and having all day to anticipate the punishment is more punishment than the whooping you were SURE you'd get! ;D

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

LuxmiH, thanks a million. Same here pal. I look forward to your work also. I have only got to read one and it was great. Your a good writer, story teller. And thank you. See you soon.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

JamaGenee, very lucky that day, actually my entire life. Well you hit it, come to find out, she had already forgot about it. It is wild what we do remember compared to what we don't. I remember a lot of things, more then I thought I would. Sometimes, I just need to see something or a picture, perhaps visit an old area and it seems like it comes back to me. Thanks for reading! Take care.

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Cloverleaf 5 years ago from Calgary, AB, Canada

Hi thelyricwriter, isn't it amazing how we can remember certain intricate details from such an early age? You described very well the fear that you felt that day and I'm sure you will never forget it! Glad it all worked out and that you had a happy Mommy to come home to.

Thanks for sharing, voting up :-)

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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Thank you for sharing your story, it did bring back a lot of memories. Your mom didn't need to punish you, you did that all by yourself and she probably knew this.

I remember when I was 6 and my brother 18 months older was supposed to wait for me and walk me home from school. This particular day he didn't and I stood and laughed as he got a spanking... then I got a spanking for laughing. A lesson never to laugh at others misfortunes.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Cloverleaf, ha ha, thanks. I remember it very well. It is my earliest memory, that day. It is crazy what we are able to remember for whatever reason.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Hi Rosemay. poor thing. A great story, but bad ending, physical that is. It is great to remember the details of our childhood. Just seems like so long ago. Thanks for coming by Rosemay. Take care dear.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Your absolutely right memories are precious and it's amazing what we can remember. Interesting hub!

Vanessa McKay 5 years ago

A lovely story, and like with the others it stirs up my own memories of childhood. Thank you for sharing.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Hey Gypsy. It really is. We go through life and all we can do is make the most of it. Thanks for reading and I shall see you soon.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Vanessa, thanks for reading. You are right. It is nice to go back to that memory and feel that emotion once again.

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Reynold Jay 5 years ago from Saginaw, Michigan

Nice trip down memory lane. It is a mazing what we can remember. Evberyday I have memories like yours that pop into my head and I really wonder why. Most of the time just random stuff of no particular importance.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Thanks for coming by Reynold. It is an honor. It is funny what you remember and many times, it has no importance. I just remember that day very well. I feared for my life so I guess I paid attention well on that day. Thanks for your comment.

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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina

Very heartfelt memory that elicits all the angst of being a small child awaiting punishment. You had me convinced that a really awful beating was waiting for you when you got home and I was so relieved that wasn't the case. Both mother and child were lovingly reunited and child still learned to be more careful in the future. I bet you could make a sweet country song lyric out of this as it's got a really touching ending.

Voted up across the board except for funny.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Happyboomernurse, I thank you for your time and comment, as well as votes. I was thinking about writing a song about this, but nothing ever came of it. I had forgot so thanks for reminding me. I have almost gave up on writing songs cause nothing has came from it. It is my dream though. Thanks for your consideration my friend. I will be by to visit.

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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina

Dreams are where we find our joy if we continue to pursue them. So many of us give up when success may be just around the corner as long as we keep taking action to make our dreams come true. Jack Canfield, co-author of the phenominally successful Chicken Soup for the Soul books faced more than a hundred rejections from publishers all saying NO ONE would buy such books before the first book was finally published. The series eventually went on to be megamillion sellers. Whenever I need inspiration to keep writing I think of him.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

That is a good point. In my heart, I know I can do it, but I am just having a hard time right now. The economy has really hit WV and we have lost all our mining permits, well most. I don't like worrying like I do. That is why I am trying to write, write, write and build my page up. You are right though. A dream is always worth chasing.

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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

This is very nice story. I remembered my own childhood days, a girl who was such a dear friend and all the things that helped me to model my life. Childhood memories do not erode, do they?

Ausseye 5 years ago

Whoooow you are a great story teller because its so real. Playing with the girls ( my fate) and being really,really worried about brutal punishment ( in my case the strap from some vicious teacher) all ring true. Love your work. Mind you there have been some unforseen benefits.....we feel life. It is a most delicious feeling that has barbs...we walk and talk and sing on a razers edge and enjoy the mad elements the world offers. Mind you I am delusional and academic so it may just be a wrong turn. A true talent you have, in my eye………Ausseye.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Vinaya, thanks for reading. It is funny what we remember by chance. They do hold dear value to our heart and soul. I sure do wish I could remember more.

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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia Author

Hey there Ausseye. Thank you very much for your thoughtful comment. It really means a lot. I read you loud and clear pal. We are who we are and that is everyone elses problem if they don't like it.lol I get where your coming from and I understand. Hope everything is great with you. I am on my way to your page so see you soon.

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sofs 4 years ago

Oh wow! you have an awesome memory.. great story there.. I was expecting you to have got the skinning of your life.. Great lesson lyricwriter! Made me smile:)

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thelyricwriter 4 years ago from West Virginia Author

Sofs, thanks for taking the time to read it. Yeah, it was one of my earliest memories. I remember being so scared the entire day at school. Was sure glad to see a smile:)

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Sky9106 4 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

That's a good one to bring the memories again . Caterpillar was always the favorite because they turned into butterflies , bot we we always afraid of them.

It's amazing how God distributed the animals in such a way . Just Amazing.


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thelyricwriter 4 years ago from West Virginia Author

Sky, always great to hear from you. I agree. Life, animals, and us, we are all so complex. Everything is made so perfect. It just shows God exist and how wonderful he is Sky.

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travel_man1971 4 years ago from Bicol, Philippines

It's like getting back to my childhood days. My mom used to warn me like your mom, did to you.

Committing mistakes signal a punishment, but not at all times. I think, my mom used to weigh those bad incidents in my life that I haven't received a grave punishment from her.

Maybe, I learned my lessons well at home and school, too. :d

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katyzzz 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

Thinking is my favourite occupation and it's really interesting to hear of your childhood memories, so detailed. So well done, hub on!

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thelyricwriter 4 years ago from West Virginia Author

*Travel, valid points. It sticks it in your head and I never forgot. Seems that it does work.

*Kayzzz, thanks for dropping by and for commenting. Hope you liked it.

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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

I have to say that I held my breath to the very end and was so glad to realize it wasn't going to end with a harsh punishment. As adults, we often forget how our words can be so harsh to such small children. What may not seem that harmful to an adult can have a negative impact, such as yours. It can be ingrained so deeply that, like you, it is one of our earliest memories. I send you blessings and blue skies. You did a wonderful job with this.

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thelyricwriter 4 years ago from West Virginia Author

Shiningirisheyes, thanks for the comment and your time. LOL It is one of my earliest memories, I was so scared. As children and young adults, we tend to make big things about small matters. It is implanted in my head, but I remember my mom being very happy when I got off the bus, so it made up for anything negative. Take care.

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