I remember you when you were this small !

Pretty much every one of my family members tells me the story of when I got new shoes one time. They especially like to tell the story when I get new shoes these days. I was pretty quiet as a child. I was also very shy, and sometimes wouldn't make eye contact. When I was about 2, my Mom got me a pair of Nike's. A few days later, we went to a family gathering. I walked in, didn't look at anyone, head down, but said, "I got me some Nike's" and I just kept walking past all of the family.

One of my dad;s favorite stories is the way my just younger sister and I are different, When we were kids I had no problem sharing my food (including sharing an ice cream cone with the neighbor's German Shepard) but wouldn't share my toys,,,just the opposite, my sister would share her toys but not her food,,,in fact, at the dinner table she would make sure to lick everything on her plate and make sure every one saw her do it,

My son used to tell his friends how I pulled off a surprise party for him. He did not like surprises but he loved his 15th birthday. His 16th was his last one, I miss him every day.

My mother always told the story about how I was born on Christmas Day at the end of World War II. She use to relate how she heard the church bells of Old St. Joseph’s Church in Philadelphia as I was being delivered. She wanted to name me Donna after my grandmother but the doctor convinced her I should be Carol for A Christmas Carol. She would go on about how I was the only baby born in that hospital on Christmas Day so the nurses took me around to show off their Christmas baby. ( Of course, that would never happen today with security measurements in place.). My brothers and sisters always said they were tired of hearing the story but that didn’t stop my mother.

My Dads cousin has a story about me when I was two he tells everyone I was in my dad's chair at the table and I had peed on the chair and when my Dad came in from the barn he sat in the chair...not sure why but I guess Vernon thought it was hysterical it has been 48 years and he still tells the story every time I see him.

I guess you ARE getting pissed off about it!

No it was 48 years ago I was 2

My parents are always talking about how happy they were when I was born and became the first one in the family to graduate from college with a Bachelor's Degree in the top 10 percent of the class.

Great! They & Tricia, YOU should be proud too! Congrats!

My loved one tells the story of when he lost his true love. It's a sad story but he speaks of it at least once a week. The story is that him & his girlfriend were expecting their 1st child together after 5 years. They both had a boy & girl from previous relationships but this would be THEIR 1st child. The pregnancy was high risk due to her having fibroid tumors in her uterus alongside the baby. When labor started, he was already scared of what could happen. The labor was long and exhausting on them both (mama & baby) and the tumors weren't allowing the surgeons enough room to get to the baby. They succeeded in getting the baby out...but the tumors started bleeding and wouldn't stop. The baby was also in danger and needed quick medical surgery. My loved one couldn't do anything but pray and wait in the waiting area. A few hours past and the doctor came out with the worst news...she had passed away. The walls of the waiting room became punching bags from his anguish & pain; his hands became the next medical emergency. After hearing those words, he retreated into himself, only surfacing to reality when the baby, his SON, physically needed him. Through the needed care of his son, he carried on, only for him, only on the outside. To this day.

I hear this story all the time and feel the pain and depression...but I also see that his LOVE for HER...has stood the test of time. Now that's love...and a story to tell.

He really needs LOTS of counselling! He now needs to care about YOU & concentrate on YOUR joint relationship! He is still stuck in the PAST & HAS to work through it! Please, get him help.

My mother used to always tell the story about my first day in school when I was a small child. At the time I started school there was no kindergarten so I started to school in the first grade. For some reason my very first day to school was a half day and when I arrived home and got off the bus my mother had company. The lady who was there asked me when I came into the house what I had learned on my first day of school. Supposedly, I proudly proclaimed that I had learned how to count to five. This amused my mother because at that time she was a stay at home mom and by the time I started school she had already taught me how to count to one hundred and recite the entire alphabet as well as several other things. What makes this story so special is that I was adopted when I was six months old and my mother was very loving and protective of me. Her entire world revolved around me because I was the child she was never able to bear herself. That was a true love story to its fullest.

I think my hubby loves to tell the astory of how i was determined to wear my new high heels out on a date night with him and he is slightly shorter than me. So he didn't want me towering over him .When we got to the parking arcade we had to get on a escalator. As we where in a hurry i decided to walk down the moving stairs. My heel got stuck in the little grooves and i went tumbling down , leaving the stiletto trapped. I was unharmed apart from embarrassed. All i was worried abt was my new shoe which was now stuck. We eventually managed to get the trapped shoe out which was now badly damaged. My hubby was delighted ..kept saying karma is a @*%$$ lol. Needless to say we didnt go for dinner but stopped for mac d.'s and sat on a bench in our local park ..turned out to one of our best date nights xx

Our beloved neighbor (whom I hadn't met before we moved to our current home), tells the story of how he was in my aunt & uncle's wedding years before I was born. He gets so excited telling everyone how he knew my family before I even knew them and thinks it's great that we've moved "back home" to the area. It's fun to hear of the older family members' adventures (and misadventures)... things you'd never hear from them directly. Our neighbor is the best! :)

It is the story he (my love) tells about how we met. The very first time he seen me, he says, he whistled and I gave him a dirty look as I walked across the street to my car from my mother’s house. (I do not remember this) Sometime later he was with my brother’s friend and came to my mom’s house to pick up my brother as they were going to a party. How shocked he was when I answered the door and he pushed his way through on my mother's porch to shake my hand and introduce himself. They invited me to come along and I did. Later that night he and I sang “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” with the guitar player at the party and he says he fell in love with me. Corny story, I know, but he does tell it with a little more detail. And…. He does tell it over and over. Flattered as I am, it does get old. 20+ yrs old.

Moi... la naissance de ma fille, a mes 38 ans un souhait résidait en moi... apres 3 gars, je desirait une fille... ma princesse. Apres 2 fausse couche nous l'avons enfin eu... un vrai cadeau du ciel
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Me ... the birth of my daughter, my 38 years a wish resided in me ... after 3 guys, I would like a girl ... my princess. After 2 miscarriages we finally got it ... a real gift from heaven

Oh, the ones that ring true in my memory are all from many years ago when either Mother or Daddy would talk about "running rum" back in the day. They had bar tales to tell and stories about who came through and rented a cabin for the night. I wish I had someone to pass it all on to, but it dies with me . . .

Over and over again my Dad and Mom told their LOVE STORY! Their love story started in college.

DAD: Dad was a MILKMAN delivering milk around the town. One day Dad took milk into a sorority house to give it to the MAID! After delivering the milk, Dad went back to the milk truck and declared to his buddy that he was going to marry the MAID. His buddy in the milk truck told him he was Bonkers! But Dad said it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!

MOM: Mom was a MAID working around the sorority house. One day Mom was fixing dinner for the sorority when she heard a knock at the kitchen door. Mom opened the door to discover one of the tall, handsome basketball players delivering milk into her hands. Mom took the milk to the cook and declared to the cook that she was going to marry the MILKMAN. The cook in the kitchen told her she was Bonkers! But Mom said it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!

ME: After graduation, the two were married, found jobs, and settled down into married life. BUT WWII happened! Dad was drafted. The two had to postpone a family. After WWII was over, the MILKMAN came home. Then the MAID surprised everyone with a Christmas gift -- BABY ME!!

A beautifull story!

This is a true story! Seems unbelievable doesn't it? Noel

My mother likes to tell me the story of my birth at my grandmother's house. They only had to pay the doctor $50 and I even have the receipt. She says it was a good investment.

The story that I hear over and over is actually from my Dad. It is one of the best stories and I love hearing it because I learn more each time. He is a Marine who unfortunately was Missing in Action in the Vietnam War. He was reported as deceased to his family. A miracle occurred when he returned home, he vowed to marry my mother (who was engaged to another man). He won her heart, they married and I was born!

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for 40+ years I have been embarrassed by the tale my parents used to tell about a deep gouge I apparently created in the upstairs banister rail by tying skipping rope round my kid sister's chest and hauling her up from the ground floor to bedroom level. Happily, she survived the experience unscathed!

My partner tells his stories over and over and over again. Sports is the most. I think he says it so much is so he can remember it. LOL!!

My husband is an electrician. Every time his co-workers come over, you hear the "rip in the pants' story...His helper went up a ladder to a roof with my husband going up right behind him & his helper had a huge hole in the crotch part of his work pants...this is how we found out the dude doesn't wear any underwear; even to work! So you can guess what was hanging out of that hole right above my husband's head! I've heard that story I can't tell you HOW MANY TIMES. And it's just as hilarious as it was when he came home to tell me the 1st time. WEAR UNDERWEAR TO WORK! Especially if your khakis have dang holes in 'em! Hahaha

What a Ballsup!

Whem my Mom was a young girl she jumped out of tub and started to go outside. My grandmother had to catch her before she ran towards downtown. It was small town in Illinois.

my father tells us the story of the war in his country when he was young -- over and over and over again. I can only imagine why. I now tell the same story to my kids over and over again about thier grandpa

When you have little kids and they talk about transformers over and over.

My husband tells his childhood friendship, school, family stories all the time, over and over and over.....Each time he narrates the stories as movie stories, detailed and scene by scene. Even now when he starts to tell them, I have to stop him. But sometimes when we are in a friends group I cant say that. So I have to hear them over and over, again and again because I am his wife. It is boring but what can I do?

My mother always goes on about the story when she was walking down the isle and I was her flower girl. I happened to undress myself and take my diaper off in the middle of the isle and completely throw off the service

So my mother used to tell my brother and I how empathetic I really am, due to what happened when I saw a lady crying from her broken marriage. I tried to cheer her and comfort her (at the age of 5) that things will get better and if it wasn't meant to be and that she'll find someone else really special. Man, how the tables turned and yet was unexpected. So she'd tell me that my words reached out to the sorrowful madam and apparently she tried kissing me on the cheek. What broke the camel's back, was that her dentures slipped out in the process; this creeped me out as a child (wasn't expecting it) and I was bawling out in tears. The madam tried giving me cash; it didn't work. My mother told me that I wouldn't take the change; it was too much of a shock to the point that her dentures falling out was the only thing that was on my mind. She followed with a statement that usually says "they got their eye on me (specifically in a romanticized manner)". Nope, I never uh...went back...😅. A child never suspects to see dentures soaring out of a random person's mouth. My mom told me that this had me terrified for days. She'd even tell this to my dad and he'd die of laughter. How fast that EQ ricocheted to rock bottom from seeing that. If I recall correctly, I hid behind a tree after that experience.

You should have grabbed them, & taken them home for the TOOTH FAIRY!

My Mom always remind me of the time my cousin Samantha and me, where in her bathroom emptying her liquid soap for cleaning the dishes just for fun.😁🤣

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My daughter keeps telling the same story of how she put a hex on the sale of our house because she didn't want to move.

My daddy used to tell this story about walking to school in the winter and the more he told it the worst it got!! By the time he passed away he used to walk 20 miles in the snow, up hill both ways, bare foot, and had to eat lard sandwiches!!!

My dad always talks about how he could easily find a job and acts like i should be able to also.

Generally a loved one might tell a story of how you took your first embarrassing fail in life or how you took your first steps. For me my mom tells all of her friends how when I was almost 4 I bit my aunt's nose becuase I didn't want to go into the swimming pool apparently and her nose injury needed a hospital trip.

My son is 6. He tells a story about one time when he had just turned 2, and my now exwife was cutting his fingernails and just barely cut him. He can’t have his nails cut without mentioning it and he brings it up out of the blue too.

my friend tells anyone who will listen how he was injured on the job over 30 years ago.

Embarrasing if he was "on the job" with you!

My husband's favorite comic book and marvel stuffs.
Though I am not fun of it. whahhahaaa but I'm still here to pay attention with him.

My dad often tells this story about when he was a kid, he and his friend used to sit in woodworking class putting glue on the back of their hands just for the fun of peeling it off again after it had dried. One time, the teacher got fed up of them doing it and grabbed my dad's hand and smeared the glue on his friend's face!

My Dad was about 11 years old, this was back in the day they still had the old farmers matches, and he and some friends decided to go sledding.he always carried some matches in his pocket. so they headed up the local hill, which included a road. it was an old sled with the metal runners. anyway, he and his buddies headed down the hill. and low and behold it wasn't completely covered with snow he hit a patch of bald street, and he was leaning over and steering not to hit another kid. and he accidentally rubbed his pants on the street and his pants started on fire. he told that story up until the last Christmas before he passed away. i think every one of us kids have heard it and now since 8 years ago, when he went home to God, all the Grand kids have heard it at least once. i can't wait to share that story with my grand daughter. my dad did have a great heart and a great sense of humor. but boy was his Mom (my Grandma) mad. and my Grandpa laughed about it.

That was the 1st. invention of "hotpants!

gee and that was in the 1930's lol my old man was a trend setter lol......