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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 3:41 am
Well as we all know, welcome to the black parade is about a young man who dies and when death comes for him it comes in his most vivid memory.
So I was wondering whats your most vivid memory?
Mine is genuinly a parade, though not a black one! I was 3 and at disney land florida its the last holiday my parents had together. It was one of those try and make it work things. But anyway we watched this huge a** parade all down this main almost city street i remember just being sat on my dads shoulders and watching all these floats and this wierd little marching band leading them. I also shook hands with like a ton of people!
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:10 am
a day in a thunderstorm with a very special person...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:07 pm
My most vivid memory (and the worst, emotions wise) is probably camp in Grade 8. My first love haha. Full of "if onlys"
I swear, "If" is the longest word in the English language.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 7:40 pm
I'm not completely sure what that might be, none come to mind yet, so i'd have to wait biggrin
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:02 am
hm... my most vivid memory is probably when i went to Venice when i was 7 or 8. my dad and i were walking really late at night and we found these huge black, creepy looking gates. it looked like there was a park behing it or something like that. coincidentally, there was also a black cat that followed us around that night. xD
we went back to the park the next day. it was so much fun.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:31 pm
The first time I rode pirates of the carribean at Disneyland. I was 3 years old. We ran from one side of the park to get to the ride before it closed. Lol. good times, good times.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 12:28 am
being hit by a school bus which really sucked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 3:18 pm
My most vivid memory was when i was five, it was my dads turn to have me that weekend and he came to get me around 8 i think. It was dark out. He remarried a really nasty lady, i cant remember her name but i hated her more than anything. I never really liked my father either i all ways resented him and that night something told me NOT to go with them. I kicked and screamed and they tried to pull me into the car untill i told my dad that i hated him and that new lady. He got mad and left me there, the next day they called and said they had gotten into a car accedent that night on the way home. i was only five, but i laughed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:04 pm
The closest thing I can figure to be my most vivid memory is of a dance during the last day of a summer camp that changed my life. The thing is, I can't remember the exact events of the dance so much as the feelings and emotions that went with it. I only knew all those people for five days, and yet it felt like I'd known them for a lifetime, and I'd likely never get to see any of them again.
So um, yeah, I can't really express in words what I felt without sounding incredably cheesy and fake, so I'm not even going to try.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:29 pm
System Virus The closest thing I can figure to be my most vivid memory is of a dance during the last day of a summer camp that changed my life. The thing is, I can't remember the exact events of the dance so much as the feelings and emotions that went with it. I only knew all those people for five days, and yet it felt like I'd known them for a lifetime, and I'd likely never get to see any of them again. So um, yeah, I can't really express in words what I felt without sounding incredably cheesy and fake, so I'm not even going to try. Dude, thats EXACTLY what my most vivid memory was about. Like I remember how I felt more than what actually happened. I've never gotten to know anyone so much SO quickly.
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