― Gale Deslongchamps, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That's the earliest I can remember anyway.
― Tom, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― rainy, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Alan Trewartha, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Woah! I feel like I've just had an electrode prod parts of my brain I was saving for the controversial memory-recovering psychologist. Don't do this to me. Alan's right though - it is 'page' not 'pen'.
― Nick, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Emma, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Will, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mark C, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I wouldn't have known how to spell it then, natch. Or what it meant (something about a sparrow?).
― Ellie, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― james, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Madchen, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pete, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Row row row your boat/gently down the stream/throw your teacher overboard/and listen to her scream/Five days later/floating down the Delaware/chewing on her underwear/can't afford another pair/Ten days later/eaten by a polar bear/that's how the polar bear died!
Glory, glory hallelujah/Teacher hit me with a ruler/shot her in the butt with a loaded .44/and teacher don't teach no more...
and one for those burgeoning conservative values:
This land is my land/it isn't your land/I've got a shotgun/and you don't got one/I'll blow your head off/if you don't get off/this land is private property!
― suzy, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Ahem..."What do you do if you want to go to poo in an English country garden, pull down your pants and suffocate the ants in an English country garden"...
I'm sorry.
My first song: B-I-N-G-O!
― Arthur, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mr Noodles, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― di, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
My first fully memorized song is probably the ubiquitous alphabet song, which was very instructive too. That was until that first day when I finally tried to write it out on paper, which was going along just fine until I had a long and troubled pause just after the letter K, which I eventually followed up with a long interpretive squiggly line. When questioned later I reluctantly identified the strange character as "Elemmeno".
― Kim, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Menelaus Darcy, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― toraneko, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― N. (nickdastoor), Monday, 2 June 2003 12:38 (twenty-two years ago)
Weird, huh?
― Dee the Lurker (Dee the Lurker), Tuesday, 3 June 2003 03:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Tuesday, 3 June 2003 04:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― Samwise Gamgee, Monday, 9 January 2006 20:48 (twenty years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 9 January 2006 21:09 (twenty years ago)