My dad took me and my brother to see Corrosion of Conformity. All I remember was that there was a dude swinging a chain in the mosh pit, and the bouncers were dragging him out.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I remember, when I was a kid, watching my mother jam herself into her girdle - a piece of equipment so rigid it could stand up on its own - and I remember her coming home from fancy parties and racing upstairs to extricate herself from its cruel iron grip.
My father and brothers were coal miners.
I remember when metal was something you really had to search out, and now I hear it on car commercials.
When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt.
I bugged my mom and dad to 'get me inside the television set' when I was about four years old.
I was 24 years old and stuck in a strange place with two boisterous little boys, and my husband was working offshore on the oil rigs. It was a life for which I wasn't prepared.
Explorations into chemistry were done in our basement, sometimes with friends, and my parents must have had quite a bit of confidence in my abilities when they allowed me to experiment with explosive mixtures.
I have friends who remember seeing fish hauled onto a boat's deck and beaten to death.
When I was a kid I got busted for throwing a rock through a car window and egging a house on halloween.
I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant, seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.