I have one repressed memory, but it's nothing too exciting. When I was in the third grade, everybody in my class got our teacher a Christmas present, except for me, and I was so ashamed I guess I had some kind of horrible meltdown over it. My classmates teased me mercilessly about it for days afterward, so, I don't doubt that it really happened, but I couldn't remember a thing about it, and still can't to this day. I can recall sitting there at my desk, while our teacher opened her gifts and oohed and aahed over them, and then going home after the school day was over, but my mind completely erased the rest. Needless to say, I made damn sure I got my 4th grade teacher a present the following year.
And I was going to answer jro's second question about midget fucking, but Admiral Ackbar assured me that it was a trap, and fishface never lies about shit like that.