So I was talking with my friend about our childhood and I mentioned how I don't remember anything before 5th grade. I mean NOTHING, my earliest memories are of elementary school. So after remembering that I do have baby pics and I'm not the real life Benjamin Button I began to get worried. I mean I know I forget alot of stuff but what if I have some repressed memory. Was my family hiding a secret from me? So the next day I called my mom. She had to know right? She wouldn't lie to me. Our convo went something like this:
Me: Hi mom
Mom: Hi pumpkin! (I mean she IS my mom)
Me: You know I can't remember anything from before I was 5?
Mom: Oh that's good.
Me: No... No it's not, I'm concerned. Did anything happen to me as a child?
Mom: Well Davey you did hit your head alot, you were always hitting it on something.
Me: Oh gee thanks mom
Mom: *laughing at me and telling her co-workers about my hard head*
Mom: That was before child services cared about the kids
Me: Oh so you just dropped me all the time...
Mom: Well your were a happy baby.. a very happy baby.
Me: Yeah I probably had a concussion.
So if you ever wonder what exactly was wrong with me, now you know. I suffered numerous head injuries as a child... lol