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My favorite toys.
The Patton army set came with tanks, jeeps, trees, plastic rocks and an entire set of gray German figures. Johnny and I spent all afternoon setting them up and then mowing them over with a bowling ball. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...nsman/toys.png The pump was a bitch, I played with the pistol much more. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...nsman/guns.png |
My brother and I have many famous fights. We were brutal to each other, and my parents didn't try to teach us to treat each other better.
I remember when I was about seven, I had a pajama bag that I kept on my bed. It was a stuffed octopus dressed as a rock and roll player, complete with a guitar, granny glasses, and long, yellow straw hair that fell in his face. I called him "Shaggy Beatle." This was around 1966 or '67. I came home one day to find that my brother had given Shaggy Beatle a crewcut because his hair was "too long" and he looked "like a hippie." To this day, I am the open-minded liberal and he is the conservative accountant. :lol2: |
I have a deep scar from my right arm.... From when during spring break one year at our Christian School. We lived on property from by the church and by the school.... I ran with my brother and his friend to our house my brother was getting some clothes he was going to stay a week at his friends, and I ran up the hill with them they got in front of me and came through our patio door into the other door leading into the house and slammed the door playing in my face I reacted by putting my arms up in front of my face to stop the door and my right arm went through the french door paneled glass slicing deeply into my right arm... It was white and you could see all the little vein looking things so it was deep. They had to take skin from my upper and lower arm to sew it back together. I still have that scar to this day :)
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My grand parents and I were very close,I miss them so much,I wish they had lived to watch my son grow up then for him to learn things from his great grandpa & great grannie.One of my many favorite things we did was when gramps amd grannie went to town for supplies,we lived wayyy out in the sticks folks.There was a place called Richardson Farm Supply(wich still stands today) that u could get about anything under the sun at.They had a coffee murchant that roasted beans and ground them up for ya,then there was a bakery where ..before we headed home ..we stoped for a bite to eat.OH let me tell ya they made the best cream puffs any where..they were huge to a small 5yro.I always ate one after my lunch and got one to take home for later.I ask both of them so many questions about this and that till I fell asleep with my head in grannies lap to barely wake up as she carried me in the house to bed..to feel that way one more time in my life would ne a treasure.
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I will call this memory: The Human Slot Machine! When this happened I had barely turn 9 years of age. My oldest brother Ron, asked me and my brother Don(three years older than me) to watch my nephew who was just 1 years old. And that if we would he would pay us. Sooo that is what we did. When he returned he gave us both 4 quarters. Of course at the time, I thought I was rich! Being the strange kid I was...I put the quarters in my mouth. When Don seen it of course he told me to take em out. Sooooo... I said," I got an idea!" Oh my was I not the brightest card in the deck! I told my brother if I put my arm up and out in front of me...He could pull it down like a slot machine. It sounded cool to me...lol He pushed my arm down and I popped out a quart..Of course making some weird (girly type) noise for a slot machine...lol He did it with every quater in my mouth till the last. But only one problem...The last one slid down instead of out...(Funny now but not at the time.) lol He proceeded to hit my back, lift me upside down, shake me and even tried a few name calling techniques to get it out...lol He didn't want to get in trouble by MOM! Well anyway, this ended up being a night at the hodpital and a very good lesson..."If you wanna play slot machine...Make sure it is made of metal!" A dorky picture of me that year..lol Wow..what were people thinking putting clothes like that on...lol http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h1.../Momat8or9.jpg |
Some of the best times we had was playing secret agent which was
very popular in the mid 60s. My Uncle Johnny, who I mentioned earlier in this thread, and I each had a Secret Sam Attache Case complete with gun and scope and plastic bullets that fired out of the side by pushing a button. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...Picture9-3.png We were die hard fans of the Man from U.N.C.L.E. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...icture10-2.png And we didn't miss watching Get Smart with Agents 86 and 99. Johnny had a crush on Agent 99. So did I actually. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...icture12-4.png And then.... there were The Avengers, with Diana Rigg who was Johnny's hard on for years. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...icture13-6.png And then there was the king of agents, James Bond. http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/r...icture11-3.png It was a great childhood with terrific memories. We could be anyone we wanted to be and that included being a Secret Agent Man... |
I remember visiting my Grandpa on the farm. We would sit on the porch, and he would light up his pipe(smelled like cherries) and I would sit on his lap and we'd talk. Sometimes he gave me a puff, lol I always coughed but thought I was big girl then!! Great memories for sure. :)
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My first favorite memory is not one specific day. It’s little blips that just made things feel safe and happy.
Lying on the hot concrete next to our pool after swimming all day…sometimes I’d fall asleep there. Making clubhouses in our trees. Playing flashlight wars with the kids during summer after dark. Coming home from school and seeing my mom’s car in the driveway, which meant I didn’t have to go to the neighbor’s house. Pretending I was going to be an astronaut someday. Looking through the JCPennies catalogues at the prom dresses. Cooking my mom breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day and her birthday. Flying on airplanes – that moment were you got above the clouds. Digging in our backyard looking for secret treasures. That was fun…I’ll think of more another time. :) |
Coming home from school and seeing the eye twinkles and look of love on my parents faces after afternoon delight. never had one problem with recognizing that my parents had heat for one another. Guess it was a good thing my dad went to work at 4 AM and got home early! Gave them time without all of us! Sure, I didn't quite get what was going on for some years, but when I did figure it out, I realized I was a very fortunate child.
Was it a perfect childhood, hell no! Had some very fine moments, though. Much to be thankful for. |
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Once I came home from school and one of my aunts was taking to my grannie about sex..she told grannie, at your age u should be done with that,both grand parents said at the same time..nope never will happen.My aunt was perplexed cause she didnt think of sex at there age was a good thing.To he sex was just or makin abies,now I think of it it may be what my uncle was so grouchy..he hardly got any.
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Yesterday, I was walking into a Target in Saint Paul and had this odd feeling suddenly of my dad walking next to me. Now, he was really tall. 6'5.
Then, I remembered how his gait was a bit off. I could precisely remember that right leg movement. Thennnn, I remembered how much fun we would have going shopping. How did I go nearly 30 years and forget that? Wow. Sure glad I finally remembered. The actual store: http://www.bitroads.com/images/Pictu...illeTarget.jpg . |
One of them...
When I was between 7-10, my dad was the Camp Director at a camp for kids with physical and mental disabilities. I would spend every summer there.... There were all kinds of activities going on every day...like arts and crafts, swimming, sports....I got to pal around with the camp counselors and help them with their groups. One day, the activity was to make homemade butter. We took jars and milk down to the creek. We sang songs and told stories and took turns shaking the jar. When it was ready, we spread it on saltines and ate it right there. :chef: |
My adopted dad had his church secretary watch us sometimes when they were out on speaking engagements. I remember that was one of most fav times. My brother and I were able to play outside, and swim and watch movies. We werent able to watch tv, or swim together at home. I think of that woman often and thank God for her. Those times with her were some of my best memories.
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Birthday #7
Not favorite but funny looking back on it. For my 7th birthday I got a red Huffy bike, umm yes a girls bike uggg. Anyway I also got a new pair of PF Flyers, they make ya run faster and jump higher don't ya know, but they don't make you fly and land easy.
My grand parents lived on a small hill in a new development, meaning the road was cut up every time a new house was built to run sewer to the house. I was so proud of my new bike and how fast I could ride it and so on.....I had to show them how good I was. I rode to the top of the hill, came buzzing down it, yes with a playing card and a clothes pin in the spokes.....I hit a pothole in the road and over the handlebars I went. Landing on my hard head, that must have heard 1000 times that day, slow down ya gonna get hurt, ya gonna tear up that new bike etc......Well of course I got up crying like a girl, scratched up my new bike, Moma was crying harder than me, I did have a HUGE goose egg on my forehead and skinned up knees and elbows. After all the crying was done, I announced if it had been a blue boys bike I wouldn't have got hurt like that :bicycle::rofl: |
My mom used to cut my bangs so short that I used to walk around with both eyebrows raised so they would look longer.
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My mom used to cut my bangs so short that I used to walk around with both eyebrows raised so they would look longer.She would say, "stop that! Or your face is going to stay that way!"
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True Story
My little brother was the youngest of 8 I was number 7. When he was born the doctor's cut the umbilical cord too short and they had to remove the whole belly button deal and he ended up with a smilie face with dimples.
So, when I was about 5 he was 2-3 and I would catch lady bugs and keep them, with my hand semi cupped, in my belly button. (don't anyone call peta I always let them go so they could live). He was so fascinated that I could do that he would shriek with laughter. When he died it was mid October in Michigan, cold, brown outside and gloomy. I came home from the hospital and the ceiling in the house was covered in swarms of lady bugs. It blew everyone away.:bigladybug: |
swinging & digging in the sandbox - very gratifying.
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I'm not sure if it's my favorite, exactly, but it sure stands out.
I grew up in the woods in Canada- no cars, no running water, no electricity - with hippyish parents. Because they thought it was important to be totally honest with me, they told me there was no santa from the start. But later, I suppose they started to feel bad about it- what if they'd robbed me of some essential childhood fantasy? So, they created a stand in: Dr. Winter. Dr. Winter was a dirty clown. He had a bedraggled-looking clumpy clown wig, and a grimy face. He was also mute. He came "down from the mountains" specifically for my birthday, when he would take me into the woods, give me gummy bears and a harmonica, and sit with me on the snow, silently, in a clearing for a bit. The extra-unsettling part was that we lived in a town of approximately 50 people, cut off from civilization but hundreds of miles, and this man did not look at all familiar to me. Creepy. |
Tying my shirt to the handle bars of my bike. I did it all summer long. Not one adult said a word to me. I was one of the guys. |
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