So as students we had that huge wall of finished coffee cans on our two floor apartment's windowsill once, called it our Great Wall of China (...because we were in China) and after some time they became moldy. And we had to destroy it 
Multiple incidents. Lost my grandparents really young (they were my favorite people in the world). I have almost died multipled times. Got betrayed in a really ugly manner by someone I loved (around this time other things happened that I prefare not to discuss). Some family members treated me badly.
Before the pandemic I lost part of my finger (it got cut clean but they were not able to reattach it).
Around a week later I lost the only living being that I cared for the most. She died in my arms. I felt helpless as I couldn't even help one bit since I could only use one hand. I cried a lot and sang for them just as I felt their last breath leave their body.
Pretty crazy life.... the last one hurt me the most... I shall change the topic...
I had the same thing in high school except they were holiday coke can. I thought they would be priceless on eBay someday. One day my mom sold all of it to the recycling center 🥲
On the plus side, my collection would’ve only made me like 20 bucks
Trigger Warning: Relative death
I was the one who found my grandmother when she had the stroke that eventually led to her death. I was told something was wrong by one of her neighbors and I rushed to her home.
I found her in the floor of her bedroom mumbling and called the ambulance. I had to help her get dressed as she had just woken up.
I was with her until the ambulance took her and my mother went in with her. I felt numb and couldn't stop crying, I couldn't keep it together in the funeral either and I had to leave, went back walking to my home, after walking around at night for at least one hour, aimlessly, still incapable of believing what happened..
My teenage years: Narcissistic Mother that pressured me to being a perfectionist and succeed in everything I did, failure wasn't an option and even my hobbies needed to somewhat succeed if I wanted to keep doing them, while also demanding me to be just like her in terms of taking care of the house, forced into a parent role for my sibling, no friends at school, the fear of being close to graduation and not being hired to work not even as a waitress, no career that seemed interesting or non-expensive, lots of stress and suicide thoughts.
I didn't mean in any other way. I just want to ask and talk about the problems we face daily, some people tell their friends, parents, or the ones they love. While others keep the matter to themselves. Piling up the burden. So, I want to reduce them. I am sorry if I meant in a wrong way
when I was 12, I stopped up the toilet at my babysitter's house. My dad had to pay out of pocket to fix it. He got so mad that he litterally kicked me out the house late at night. I remember walking down a dark street for an uncertain amount of time.
spoiler- detailed pet death
about 10 years ago I watched my dog slowly die after he got poisoned by my neighbor
we had to give him sleeping medicine after we went to a vet and they said there was nothing they could do cause the poison was in his system too long. shit haunts me I feel responsible when I know I'm not.
Trigger warning: death attemp by a relative
Well, when I was around 8 my mum jumped out of the window because she was arguing with my dad. She went to the disco but came late home, my dad needed the car for work. She went on the windowsill of the kitchen because she was frightened and then she jump even if we lived at the second floor. She fell in the garden and she spent a lot of time in the hospital, I remember I stayed all the time at my grand-mother or at the church afterschool untill my father finished to work.
My father now laughs at that, once made a joke like "I can't even pull her out from the window, she bounces!"
I drank alcohol legally before turning 21. Indeed, I traveled to another country to just get that sip 
several years ago my family went on a trip to florida and while we're at a mcdonalds my dad orders a tea. we're from north carolina where "a tea" usually means sweet tea but they gave my dad regular hot tea.
i don't know why i remember this over a decade later but it's the main reason why i don't consider florida part of The South even though geographically it technically is
I've got a couple but the one that has hit me in terms of writing was really heartwarming.
I started off writing online posting my original fiction on Wattpad when I was 14 (as many do), I rewrote it a lot and really tried to make it good, and for the writing level of a teen, it was, though still very bad and with a lot of the mistakes you would expect from a young fiction writer.
I eventually abandonned the account, barely posting because of artschool and work, and the account sat dormant for a good couple of years when I thought to maybe look back. I was surprised I had a new comment on that old story, from a name I vaguely remembered.
The comment made me cry so hard.
The commentor said that they had remembered my fic from back when I was still posting what ended up being the final round of rewrites, and out of curiosity had gone to see if it was still up. They had reread it and were now in the process of reading it with their younger cousin because they liked the type of fantasy world I liked and wrote about back then.
I was so touched because not only had this person remembered my story over 5 years later, but they still liked it enough to want to share it and use it to spend a nice time with their family. I don't expect to ever have something like that happen to me again (especially since I didn't expect it to happen to me at all) so I really cherish the feeling.
One thing I cannot forget is the time when I took part as a kid in a Pokemon drawing contest. I did so hope to win Game Boy with a game. Why? Because my parents always refused to buy us anything which could make us happy lol The contest did almost end and I kinda felt like I was about not to win anything and then in almost last release I found my drawing and name as one of the winners and I cannot forget this memory every since then. It's been about twenty years ago yet I'm still clinging to this as one of the happiest moments in my life.
Does it have to be a problem (a bad thing) or an incident (something that happened to us, as opposed to something we did ourselves)? Or just any unforgettble memory? 
(I realized that I had to think about this, which means I've temporarily forgotten anything that might be a candidate for this, which means all my memories are technically forgettable XD)
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