One of the few memories I had with Dot was the time that she left these really cool Ninja Turtles Drinking containers at our front door.  she tried to stop by but we were gone or something.

I really liked mine a lot and I might even still have it.  

I think this was the first time I really appreciated a gift.  Its really strange.  I was pretty young.

But shetotally didnt have to buy us gifts because she wasnt even our real grandma  .

I am sure she did a ton more with us.  But I can barely remember her.

I remember we were out on the playground by the monkey bars and my friend Ben Weiner and I were fighting for some reason.  Ben ended the fight by kicking me in the groin.  That is the only time I have been kicked in the groin and I still remember what it feels like.  I think a man only needs to have it happen once in his lifetime and he will never forget what it feels like.  I don't think that any of the playground monitors got involved or anything.  I just had to be a man and deal with it.

I remember I went to my friend Ben Weiner's birthday party.  It was just him and me and another one of his friends named Mike.  We went with Ben's mom to Chuckie Cheese's and afterwards we went to Toys 'R' Us.  I can't remember how it happened but I think that Ben's mom let us get some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figures.  I think I got Splinter.  That was a fun and memorable birthday party indeed!

I have a memory that I am not sure if it is a memory or a dream.  From the content of it though, it has to be a dream.  It was at my parents' first house.  I woke up and noticed that I didn't have my blanket with me.  I walked down to the basement to get it.  My parents had this tall picture of Charlie Chaplain down there.  When I went down there, I either heard the picture talking or it moved or something.  I was frightened and ran back upstairs.  Weird memory.

One time at our house in birdland, Kevin and I were shovelling in front of the house. We had these small, cheap red metal shovels with wooden sticks and a red plastic handles. Kevin must have been shovelling near me because he brought his shovel back and poked me in the eye. I remember crying and making my way up to the front door and that I was crying blood. I guess that Kevin just missed my eye.
I remember going to Dr. O'Neil's office before it was at Clarkston Medical Group and getting some stitches. I was laying down and I remember feeling something really cold touching my eye.