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10 years after introducing 43 Things to the world, we have decided we have met our last goal: completing the incredible experience that has been 43 Things. Please join us in giving one last cheer to all the folks who have shared their goals with the world, as well as all the people who have worked at The Robot Co-op to build this incredible website. We won a Webby Award, published a book, and brought happiness to a lot of people.

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write down as many of my earliest memories from childhood as I can remember


 

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LinneaUntitled

Light and shadows moving across a wall. Colorful 70s curtains. Our dachshund, Stoppel. Awaking from a terrible Hansel and Gretel nightmare and walking into the kitchen to my mother. Walking. Other dogs. Other animals – the owl my father raised. My father’s beard. His eyes. My mother’s voice, sometimes warm, sometimes angry. Her mouth. I need to go and hug my little daughter. Oh, she’s in daycare… undoubtedly having fun. Großes kleines Mädchen. My braids. The house, always the house. The fire-place. Nikolaus. The birch trees, my swing. Always nature. Just one, single memory remains of my grandmother. Aunts, cousins, their homes. Smells, dust, wooden furniture, books, dolls, teddy bears. Singing with my mother. Sitting in the back of the car with my brother, who needed to blow his noseS. Sweden, more than anything. Sun, water, stone. So much sky and water. Imagining the world as infinite, countries as individuals islands, no continents. Digging a hole all the way to Australia, though, when in kindergarten. Books. My body. I think that this was many years ago, and that I’m still not even forty, and that there’s so much to come and enjoy and do and change and experience in hopefully so many years left. 1 month ago


malenaxsiempreKeep my childhood memories in a special journal for my future kids

1.Steven- Was a black guy with natural blonde hair I loved playing with.
2.Guavas- My sister used to climb Guava trees and I would pick them up for her.
3.Trees- I was so afraid of heights my youngest sister would climb trees to catch exotic fruits.
4.Sugarcanes- We used to play in sugar cane fields. It was so much fun!
5.Butterflies- On summertime we use to travel to the Dominican Republic and visit our cousins in the countryside and we used to run to catch yellow butterflies.
6.Achiote- Our neighbor had an achiote plant and we would paint our faces like indians used to and play indian games.

7. I used to play I was a model and also a T.V. Chef
8. My dad once made eat mondongo ( cow’s insides) I hate it so much I would hide the meat in a decorative plant pot and throw it by the window when he wasn’t looking. Still hate cow’s insides and never will make my future kids eat what they don’t want.

9. On the way home from school a group of girls wanted my little sister to fight with another girl. I was one of the oldest and tried my best to persuade them to stop it. I was so genuinely worried about both girls. I got mad and started to threaten them I would tell their moms. Then, they held me tight so they could fight. The funny part of the story was that after all I was held to see how my little sister kicked the other girl’s ass.

10. I loved having corn nuts 3 years ago


Joe GoldbergWith the help of some photos

I got a bunch of old photos from my sister a while ago. I just re-found them. We had a family tradition to take photos at the same time every year:

- first day of school
- spring, when the cherry tree was in full blossom
- my dad’s birthday, in front of the house

Here’s one of my sister and me in front of the cherry tree. 4 years ago


JhenniPenniI remember.

Eating maney (boiled peanuts) and watching an I Love Lucy marathon with my nanny. I miss her. I still see her every now and then but she isn’t who she was back then. 4 years ago


Joe GoldbergYour pencil can't leave the paper

I started doing Morning Pages, which reminded me of the following story:

In 5th grade, our teacher Mr Umbec had us do a writing exercise where we’d write nonstop about any subject we chose, a train-of-thought type thing. He told us that “our pencils couldn’t leave the paper”. Most of us took that as a figure of speech, but Jeff took it literally and at the end of writing time, proudly showed the class his paper. He’d written in a strange version of cursive so his pencil never left the paper, and and the end of each line, he’d drawn a line across the page to connect it to the following line. 4 years ago


Joe GoldbergMeat Locker

This morning’s weather reminded me of being about 5 years old and going to the butcher with my mom. At the time, I think there was only one place in the area to buy Kosher meat. We’d go into that meat locker in the back of the store and I’d instantly be hit with that dry, cold air, that you can feel traveling through your nose and into your lungs, chilling you to the core. When I got a bit older, a Kosher mail-order company opened up so we stopped going to the butcher. Instead, every couple months, we’d get an enormous delivery of frozen meat. We installed a chest freezer in the garage to store it all. These days you can get Kosher meat from many local grocery stores.

update from my dad: Yes, we had a [meat] co-op at Herzl. We used to get together for a group purchase for Shukert’s Meats in Omaha. They would truck it out and leave the shipment at Herzl where we would pick up our portion and take it to the meat locker in Bellevue where the new hotel is, on NE 8th and Bellevue Way. 4 years ago


Joe GoldbergRobby the Robot

In 1st grade, our class built a robot that could quiz you. On its chest, it had a row of questions and a row of the answers. If you touched its right arm to a question and its left arm to the correct answer, it would light up. (The secret was that there was a wire between the matching questions and answers that would complete a circuit!).

That year, I went to Bellingham, WA for my cousin Matt’s Bar Mitzvah. I was playing with my other cousin Daniel and his friend Robby. I remember commenting that our robot shared his name.

Actually, I recall the exact phrase (though it’s a bit embarrassing to recount verbatim): “You think my name is weird? Your name is the name of our class robot.” 4 years ago


Joe GoldbergHeathcliff

One of my sons was singing the theme song to the old TV show Heathcliff (where do they hear this stuff?) which brought back a memory:

I’d go to my friend Mathew’s house after school, and Heathcliff was on at the same time as a show that he wanted to watch. So we’d watch 15 minutes of Heathcliff and 15 minutes of his show. 4 years ago


Joe GoldbergHurting someone else

Here’s one from when I was about 7 or 8 years old that I wish I didn’t have to remember:

I was at summer camp and we’d just gone swimming. We were waiting in the hallway where the men’s and women’s locker room’s met. There was a door to a janitor/storage room nearby. I can’t remember if I started this, or just joined in with other boys, but we were pushing a girl into the storage room and trying to shut the door on her. Her hand was in the doorway when we shut the door, and it cut her finger really bad.

I remember feeling terrible, and seeing a camp counselor wash the dark red blood off her hand in a water fountain. I’ve never seen blood so dark. 5 years ago


Joe Goldberg3:33

I used to take a nap everyday, but as I got older I didn’t actually fall asleep. I’d just rest in bed. I was allowed to get up from my nap at 3:33pm. I had an old flip-down “digital” clock that I’d watch until it read 3:33.

I was a fan of Charlie Chaplan so at 3:33 I’d get up and move about my room really fast. You know how his films looked sped up since the old film-reels were such a low film speed. The whole time, I’d repeat “three three three, three three three, three three three…”

I remember having a little set of accordion hooks on the wall that I’d hang my clothes on. 5 years ago


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