Have you ever had a childhood memory pop up out of nowhere (see details)

My phoebia to cockroaches:
I remember when I was about 7 and my mum made hot chocolate; it was night. There was a busy fly bugging my family and me while drinking our hot chocolate. My dad then got a flyswatter and when the fly was flying near me, instead of hitting the fly, he hit me. I started to cry and then he(dad) got really annoyed of my crying and sent me to my room. I was crying and laying on teh bed (face up) and I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes there was a 5’’ cockroaches crawling on the wall just above my head. I screamed and the cockroach fell and started crawling all over me! It was the most terrifying experience in my life.
sorry. It’s the only childhood memory I have at the moment.

Yes, and it usually through my pants.

@cyndihugs your dad hit you with a fly swatter and got mad at you for crying? that’s just not fair.

When I was a little kid my parents would sit me out in the garden and I would stick my thumb through all the snails. I was maybe 2 or 3 then.

@holden, you didn’t suck that thumb afterwards, did you?

@holden I used to do that with the snails, too. (:

@evelyns_pet_zebra I never was much of a thumb sucker, but I hope not. Although I’m sure worse things went into my mouth at that age.
I also remember, as a child in preschool learning to read and write, that any time I got my hands on a pencil and piece of paper I would write a string of random letters and show it to my teacher, hoping to have discovered a new word.

Sometimes when I pick my nose I recall my childhood when I’d place boogers into my mouth. Of course, more embarrassing was actually telling my French teacher that I did eat them.

This question has also made me remember one particular incident:
Once during recess when I was sitting with two friends. One of them, an African-American, made a joke and told me that he’d beat me till I was black and blue. I then replied that he must’ve been beaten up a lot, which would explain his colour. Both he and my other friend were pretty much rendered speechless, and I can’t for the life of me remember whether they laughed after that. I now chuckle slightly at my ignorance then and cringe when thinking about it.

This one is pretty embarrassing. When I was young, I was really really scared of the dark. My bedroom was across from the stairs that went to the living room, but it was a short hallway to the bathroom. I’d be too scared to walk that three feet, that I’d lay in bed and wet myself. Why the hell would I do such a thing?! Still doesn’t make sense to me, but made sense to my kindergarten self.

—Why am I writing this here – it’ll come back to bite me, I know it… but I can’t help myself.. maybe confession is good for the chicken soup, or whatever it is… here goes nothing: I picked my nose a lot when I was a kid. There – I’ve said it. I sometimes dream about it, and feel really bad and embarrassed in my dreams.

Lost concentration here: Chicago just came on the radio with that beautiful oo hoo hoo song. What was I saying?

I was in my 20’s, and working for Ma Bell in a manhole in San Francisco. (long story short) While working, I had a flashback of when I nearly drowned at my Aunt’s friend’s pool. I tried to stand up, and fell over. I was pulled out, and realized the manhole had once again filled with gas.