I remember well my first 300 baud modem, which dialed up and scrolled text at an agonizingly slow speed.

As a seven-year-old, I remember when Etan Patz disappeared and was immortalized as the first missing-child face on a milk carton.

I don't really remember much about the '60s at all. You know, 1970 is the first year I remember pretty well.

I must have amnesia as I can't remember sending a text message to Mr Eriksson.

I must have amnesia as I can't remember sending a text message to Mr. Eriksson. I don't even have his number so I'd love to see this message. All I can say is that I'd like to wish Mr. Eriksson well with England in the summer, and good luck for whatever he chooses to do after that.

I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.