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What were you doing when you were 5 years-old?

Saturday, 23 September 2017, 22:45 BFH Uncategorized 50

Mozart was composing these —

Incidentally, Mozart sold more records in 2016 than Beyonce’.

I have no idea how that is possible, but it’s an oft-repeated factoid.

h/t ANFSCD

 

50 Comments on What were you doing when you were 5 years-old?

  3. “I have no idea how that is possible, but it’s an oft-repeated factoid.”
    greatness is greatness regardless … there is no need to ‘compete’ w/ the current popular genre …. those come & go … who now listens to the poetry of The Doors?

  5. At one point when I was five, I went out to play in our back yard after a big storm had passed. My mother ran out to fetch me back in the house before the storm started up again. It was late August 1954 in Niantic, Connecticut, when hurricane Carol’s eye came right over us.

    No, that took absolutely no talent on my part. But I do remember it after all these years.

  7. I wasn’t doing anything great, but I did walk across Minnehaha Avenue by myself in order to get to a dentist appt. another block away. It wasn’t a big deal then, definitely different nowadays.

  9. I started first grade when I was five, and worked on the family farm as best I could after school.
    I’m so glad President Trump called out all the privileged athletes who are now bitching about it. It won’t end as well for them as they think it will.
    This country was great long before there was an NFL or NBA…or Hollywood too for that matter.

  14. I was playing “Cowboys and Indians,” Bank Robbers V The FBI, Robin Hood V The Sheriff of Nottingham. We made our own bows and arrows.
    We used to shoot arrows at each other. Nobody lost an eye. I shoulda studied music. My mother told me “you will amount to nothing.” WHF!

  19. True story. When I was 8 years old there was a 12 year old black kid all over my ass. This is when the Blacks just started taking over Hawthorne, Lawndale, and Englewood Cali. MJA remembers. So this guy is just banging heads with me trying to start shit. So we agree to fight after school. Well he shows up with a freaken army of zombie white kids. Mind you this is back in the 60’s and he had them in his spell. I’m thinking this ain’t good. So I tell the crowd I’ll fight in front of my house. After much name calling they followed me to my house. I walk inside and tell mom, “Hey I’m I need to fight a guy in the front yard”. Usual Iowa Farm girl “I didn’t raise my boys to fight. So I step outside when she starts giving a speech to at least 50 kids ready to watch the fight about how their mothers would be so disappointed. Mid speech I hooked the Black Kid as hard as I could. I didn’t knock him out but he sat on the curb and cried like little girl for about a half hour. WITH MY MOTHER COMFORTING HIM. She eventually drove him home. Needless to say, I was in trouble. My mother was a staunch conservative. But always seem to feel a lot of empathy towards certain people.

  22. Memorizing Brer Bear and Brer Rabbit and a myriad of other kids’ books.

    My older sister told her teacher that I could already read so the nun invited me to read a book to my sister’s class. I did and everyone was astonished until the nun pointed to specific words in the book and asked me what they were. 🙂

  23. 5? Hunting for snakes and lizards. Sitting in the doctors office waiting room reading Highlights magazine while my mom worked as an RN there. Helping the big kid across the street pluck pheasants he harvested. Fishing for whatever we went fishing for. Trout mostly. That would be 1960, Medford, Oregon.

  25. Operating my small businesses
    (Lemonade Stand, giving away kittens to hippies on Compo Beach in Westport, CT)

    Getting bitten by my neighbor’s mom, leaving tooth impressions in my forearm
    (I did bite her kid first, but can you imagine what would happen today?)

    Having graham crackers and milk in Kindergarten. Then nap time.

    I know I had it really easy as a kid. I grew up in a loving family, and life was (and still is) great. The older I get, the more I appreciate what I have.

  26. Here’s how Mozart sold more CDs that Beyoncé:

    In October 2016, the Universal Music Group released a box set for the 225th anniversary of Mozart’s death. The box set contains 200 CDs, and each disc in the box set counts as one CD sold.

  28. Cooking gourmet meals. At five yrs. old, I created superb mud pies, served with garden hose “tea”, dandelion salad and driveway pebbles for dessert. This cuisine was only available during the summer. Kids were allowed to be more imaginative back in the day.

  29. Harpsichord, LOVE IT!! Bach is really awesome also in harpsichord.

    During the period I was five, I found a box of 22 shells in the house. I discovered I could stand on a brick, and use another rock to drop on the 22’s and they’d go bang. COOL!

    Until I took shrapnel to the shins.

    That was the year the indians started bombing schools and public buildings in Western Nebraska. You’d hear the loud speakers announcing the shelter in place warnings. We moved back to Eastern Nebraska after that shit.

  31. I was reading newspapers, believe it or not. Like Plain Jane, I was considered something of a minor celebrity by the older kids in the neighborhood, who used to show me off to their friends and have me read stuff to them when they didn’t believe it. I don’t even remember not being able to read.

    You know, it’s a heck of a note when your fifteen minutes of fame come so early in life. It’s all been downhill since then.

    🙂

  33. When I was five? Sitting on the front steps, singing to the neighborhood. They loved it.

    (We were only a few houses way back then.)

    “Poor little Robin,
    Walkin’, walkin’, walking to Virginia,
    He can’t afford to fly….
    La la la la …”

  34. After we moved from the lawless Western Nebraska and it’s bombings, we moved to a small farm in SE Nebraska. I had one of those super cool GI Joe dolls that spoke when you pulled the string and had a parachute.

    Being the adventurous kid I was, I climbed up to the hay loft of the barn and let loose GI Joe on his parachute.

    Needless to say, he never spoke again after he decelerated.

    We missed quite a few storms in the root cellar that year. DDT was outgoing then, but you could still see the shed where they stored/managed/loaded it. There was this farking HUGE dead spot of anything around it. It was like a dead zone you could feel as a kid, weird.

    Then I learned about ‘lectric fences. That was not a fun time.

  37. My mother celebrated that I might actully live now having already been stitched back together 3-4 times, deaf in one ear, and lost front teeth, and a few othet accidents.

  39. On my grandfathers farm in 1955, many, many people, all the adults were in the house all of us kids were swinging on a rope attached to the Walnut tree and playing.

    I didn’t understand why all the kids were having fun.
    They had just buried my grandfather at the age of 49.

  41. I was pontificating. Give me a platform and that was my talent. And when there was no immediate audience, I would lecture myself to tears. I remember, once, riding along with my grandmother on her Avon drop-off rounds, advising on the imprudence of people spending more money than they have. When I was three, while observing my aunt making a pie crust, I told her that she was doing it wrong. “That’s not the way my mommy makes it.”

    LOL! Some things never change.

  44. Moving around a lot as a child allows me to know when my memories were since I remember where I was when I formed them. I can go back to 2 and my first realization of self-awareness and having the phenomena of memory.

    At 5 I lived next to a hospital in a house for 1st year doctors. Tried to dig a hole to China in the back yard. Apparently China is further than one foot down at the top of a hill. Followed a trail of blood from a chain saw by the creek behind us all the way to the emergency room. About 80 yards. Got to roam the hospital halls and race wheel chairs with a blond nurse. Good times.

    Poked my head into a room Dad was watching what I now know was a film about C-section. I could see the screen from the door. The belly was draped-off with linens leaving an obliong portion of skin exposed that looked just like a thigh to me.

    For years I told people I saw a baby being born from a thigh. “I ain’t lying! I saw it!”

    I learned from watching my brother that dragon flies can hurt you.

    I learned a ‘float’ isn’t always an air-filled device used in a pool.

    We all learned that a puppy will eat eveything you put in front of it. Dad puts a big bowl of puppy chow down for the brand new puppy in a big box and we go to the movies. When Mom looked in the box after coming home, she was a bit scared and yelled for Dad. The bowl was empty and the puppy’s belly was so full he was on his side. Looking up at us and wagging his tail.

    Mom came up with a name for him within the hour.

    Lumpy.

    And then I wrote a play about babies being born from thighs and became a millionaire.

    Only one of the above sentences is not true.

  48. When I was 5 I went to Kindergarten in the basement of what became my wife’s childhood home a few years later. Also I was able to walk by myself from a few blocks away thru Cannon Hill Park to Kindergarten. The park had a pond (it’s still there) which was a great place to catch pollywogs and snails and such which I would take home with me. We had a quite a menagerie of critters because my Mom let us have them. And I had my tonsils taken out in 1958 at Deaconess Hospital, I still remember the painting of Bugs Bunny on the wall of the hospital.

  50. I wrote Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony and was putting the final touches on Shakespeare’s “Henry IV, Part II.”

    I used pseudonyms because … well … because I’m humble! Probably the humblest guy who ever lived!

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