Childhood memories (or, am I boring you yet?)

I used to watch The Wizard of Oz all the time. The only copy we had was one my parents copied from ABC onto VHS. They tried their best to 'edit' out the commercials, but their reflexes weren't that great. There was one part, I think it was after they first start to venture into the Wicked Witch of the West's territory, where they caught a part of a commercial about a little boy drowning in a pool. They showed a little boy diving into a pool while they talked about a little boy's death. Nickelodeon always used to show this commercial that said "Go outside, we'll be here when you get back" over the summer. It featured a kid jumping into a pool. That always reminded me of The Wizard of Oz and in turn The Wizard of Oz has always reminded me of a little boy drowning in a pool.

I remember another time when I was little, and my brother was babysitting me. My parents had gone out and they were gone almost all night. Me and my brother were debating over what movie to watch. Actually, he was putting things on, and me, the brat that I was, was throwing a tantrum over everything he chose because I wanted to watch The Fox and the Hound. After a while he went downstairs and came back up with my movie of choice. He opened it and popped it in the VCR. The trailers confused me because none of them were for Disney movies, but I dismissed this observation. I should have paid attention. He had put The Terminator in the Fox and the Hound box. I was pretty pissed but I watched it anyway. Well, most of it. I was pretty scared. I started crying. My memory cuts out and comes back in when my parents came back home. They were all dressed up and my mom came up the stairs and said "We're married!!" and everyone was acting all happy and stuff except for me. I wanted to rat out my brother for making me watch that movie, plus, I was really, really confused. They were already married. I asked my mother about this many years later, and she had no idea what I was talking about. Maybe they were just joking around? Maybe I made it up? Maybe I dreamt it? I have no idea.

Another time, on Mischief night, my parents went out somewhere and my brother was left in charge. He was in his room most of the time, and I was in the living room playing with my set of plain wooden blocks mixed with painted lettered blocks. I liked the plain ones better, though. All of a sudden, I heard a noise coming from outside. It sounded like marching. I was curious so I looked out my window, but couldn't see anything. A few moments later it got louder. I looked out my window again, and this time I saw a bunch of people dressed all in white with pointy white hoods. They looked like a bunch of ghosts, except there was a leader and he had a torch. I knew that they had to be the KKK. I was so frightened. I had heard so many terrible stories about them. I banged on my brother's door, but he ignored what I said. He had music playing so he couldn't hear the marching. I think he had a friend over, too. I remember hiding under the dining room table until the marching sounds faded off into the night. I ask the same questions as in the previous memory, as no one has any information on this 'happening', I have no proof that it did.
Now this memory, this one goes WAY back to when I was still in a crib. It's the only memory I have of being in a crib or the house we lived in before we moved to bumblefuck. My parental unit had just layed me down to go to sleep. I watched the hall light disapear from the room as the door closed. There was a night light near the crib. I was trying to sleep, but the tip of my left index finger was really itchy and it kept me up. With my eyes still shut, I scratched and scratched and scratched until I heard a tiny popping sound and felt a piece of my tiny finger fall off. Alarmed, I held my finger up to my face. The pad of my pointer was gone, exposing under it something that looked like hair. Not messy hair, but a tight circular pattern of hair. Kind of like the patter to the right, and I f.r.e.a.k.e.d internally. I was also pretty amazed. I remember thinking "Veins look like hair?" I was also puzzled as to why I wasn't bleeding. Eventually I fell asleep and when I woke up, my finger was back to normal.