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Flyingsaucesir 8 Jan 19

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My childhood phone number is really all I can count on remembering until my death. Everything else seems to change a bit in my mind, haha!


Not going to say i grew up in a backwater but my first number was 251, then 2251.


It was a kindergarten lesson to know your address and phone number. I had to repeat kindergarten 3 times to finally get it right.πŸ˜‰ I still remember.

That must be why you're so well-adjusted today πŸ˜‚

The entire MAGA crowd needs to repeat kindergarten. πŸ˜‚

@Flyingsaucesir reptiles are allowed in kindergarten?πŸ˜‰

@Garban I learned, from reading the liner notes on Eric Clapton's album of that name, that the word "reptile" is sometimes used as a term of endearment. May I suggest an alternative for the MAGAts? Say, cockroaches? Slime mold?


I have had a cell phone since 1995 and only a cell phone since 2003. I have no idea what any previous phone number was. I do remember my early numbers had letters. When the family moved to Dallas the phone numbers began with the first two letters of a word. Mine was FL7-****. That corresponded to FLeetwood 7. I don't remember the last four digits.

My mom's childhood number started with the letters CR, for "crestview." She still remembers the four numbers that came after.


I still remember my childhood phone number, the current number... not so much. The number for the kids... not at all. If I lose my cellphone I'm doomed.

Scary how dependent we have become...I remember a time when I was a walking Phone Book...smh...not any more.


I actually do remember my childhood phone number. Thats odd... πŸ˜‚

I remember mine too. It was a party line, btw. Three short rings was our house. πŸ˜‚

@Flyingsaucesir Ditto, almost. In Cincinnati during WW2 ours was a two-party line. To call anyone we picked up the phone, heard an operator ask β€œNumber, please”, and told her the number we wanted to call. Dial phones came in after the war.

@yvilletom My maternal grandmother was one of those operators. She worked for AT&T, for decades, and was profoundly deaf in her later years (from all the clicks and buzzes in her headset, it was surmised).


Why is that? Information overload I suspect.


I can't remember either!


You forget them because you created complex passwords to protect what no one would want to steal.

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