When a kid was tearing the balloons and birthday greetings (that my daughter & classmates made for me & taped to the outside of the door) off my apartment door...I heard a scratching noise at the door and walked over and opened it up and no one was there, and a paper was torn off...Looked around and saw no one. Shut the door and sat back down to watch tv...within 5 minutes I hear the scratching noise again, so I get up and go look out and there's no one but more papers torn down, and once again I close the door...but this time I don't lock the door but I do close it holding the doorknob so I can pull it straight open the next time I hear scratching sounds. Within a few minutes the scratching starts again...I yank the door wide open and there's a red-headed boy about 11 years old squatted down with his hands in the air and papers in his hands...he freezes like a deer in the headlights and his eyes are big and round with his hands up....He looked just like a red fox. He stands up and I yell "You're vandalizing my door and I'm gonna get you!"...he starts running, and I chase him till he gets out of the apartment complex and watch as he runs across a field and never stops to look back....the 90's were fun.

Me in my grandpa's comfy recliner, maybe 5 years old, in pyjamas, wrapped in two blankets, awaiting grandma's hot chocolate and traditional breakfast, seeing that it's gotten spring outside, watching morning cartoons.

Think Mona Lisa! instantly everyone can see her. now what in your imagination can you see as clearly ?

You're probably a visual person, sounds stick with me more

The face of my friend.
I just wish it would go away. It's so haunting sometimes.

Too many to list. My mental photo album is packed full

A lot of the porn I watched when I was like 5 or 6 is still crystal clear in my head for some weird reason.