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Your Favorite Childhood Memory
The title says it all.....what is YOUR favorite childhood memory? Let's say 15 years & under.....
This is a happy thread..... One of my favorite childhood memories was when I was about 6 or 7....I still believed in Santa Claus...... My parents and I were watching TV in the den. Our tree was in the living room and all of a sudden, I heard a very booming "HO! HO! HO!" I will NEVER forget the look on my Daddy's face when I looked at him in surprise! HE acted surprised, TOO! When I ran into the living room, all of Santa's gifts were in front of the tree (We didn't have a fireplace)! (That was the year I got the Bride Doll!) Later, I found out that our tree, which was in front of our living room windows, hid the fact that one of the windows was opened just a bit. My Daddy had arranged for our neighbor, Junior, to come over and be Santa. (This of course, was in the days before a neighbor in Your bushes wasn't considered a Peeping Tom! <giggle> ) |
WOW! Great thread topic Diva!
I'll have to think about it and come back as there were many. I had a great childhood, I wish kids today could experience the things I did. |
Good times.
Probably when my family and I were living in western Pennslyvania, in a really small town. I was in 5th grade. I was miserable in school but after school with my neighborhood pals we played a lot of football (it was here that I came to love the Pittsburgh Steelers). Everyday we were trying collect wheels from anything to build the world's greatest go-cart. We also built a cool fort, hung out in trees, practiced the catch and release program with frogs, toads, salamanders, snakes, and crayfish.
Also that summer I held a carnival for muscular dystrophy. I trained my dog Spot to perform tricks in it. We walked to Kelner's market bought candy and comics a lot too. I had to steal my dad's change to keep up with my comic book habit. I got in trouble for that. |
Cool idea Diva!
Most of my favorite times involved books. My first trip to the library, learning about Egyptology from National Geographic, learning to read on my own. Will ponder and be back with more. :) |
My favorite childhood memory was when I was 7. it was christmas eve and the whole family was there, we had just had dinner and it was time to open the presents. there was a big box under the tree and it had my name on it, i could barely stop myself from jumping up and down with excitement. my gram knew that I wanted a nintendo, all of my friends had one and I think i talked her ear off explaining just what the heck a nintendo was and that I had to have one. she told everyone else in the family that she would get the nintendo and so everyone else got me games, controllers, everything a baby geekboi could want. I tore open the paper and there it was...my first love, a brand new nintendo. after all of the presents were open, my uncles helped set it up for me and I was in awe, i just sat there for the rest of the night watching mario jump across the screen. ahhhh the bliss, I was in heaven. not only did I have the present I had wanted for forever, but I knew that my whole family cared enough to make it the best night in the world for me. they watched my play all night. I am a video game addict to this day but nothing beats the original NES. thanks gram :) I will never forget that christmas. :pacman:
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I have few childhood memories (possibly a good thing) but I remember one specifically. My aunt, who is only 8 years older than me, was babysitting me (I was probably 4-5) and I remember her making me my favourite sandwichs: a triple decker peanut butter, banana and honey sandwich. While making it she had Elton John playing in the background and was dancing around the kitchen. To this day, visiting her house is always a fun experience and a place I feel safe to decompress at.
And now and again, I still indulge in those and listen to Elton because of her. |
My favorite childhood memories are that of playing football, baseball, tennis, and exploring the woods and streams behind my parents home. I knew there were Indians there once before because of how the springs. I so wanted to find an indianhead. And with luck I did. All with my best friend, Frank. He and I were the best of friends all thru-out our childhood. We did everything together. Vacations, our love of sports, and just being little boys. Life was just so simple for us. We could be ourselves with each other.
I will never forget the one time we borrowed each of our father's pipes and tobacco. We couldn't figure it out. But boy did we have a good time that afternoon. :pipe: And we went to help pick out each others dog. A boy and his dog. :dogwalking: Collecting frogs, minnows, and fishing in ponds. Going to the state fair. And then the discovery of girls. Life was good for a brief second with him. The next thing I knew we had grown up and drifted apart. |
Oh, easy.
I was about 6, and my grandparents took me to my first Detroit Tigers baseball game at the old Tigers Stadium. My grandfather had business in Detroit the next day. He wore a seersucker suit, and so did I, to the game. My grandmother simply sat quietly and smiled the entire time, probably hoping a foul ball wouldn't come our way and bean her, even though I had my Little Little glove and was quite adept with it. We were sitting near the first base line, in rightfield, and I got Sparky Lyle's autograph (Yankees relief pitcher) as he was warming up in the bullpen near where we were sitting. I still have it somewhere. I went to a game each summer with my grandparents every year after that for about 8 years. But that first game instilled in me my passion for the sport. |
One memory was of Christmas Eve and Day and Mom and I had had a good evening just being together and singing Christmas songs and watching the TV specials (Rudolph, anyone?). She put me to bed and when I woke, it was CHRISTMAS! Weeee!
Mom was always good with how she doled out my pressies, even when they weren't much to look at. I had a dolly at the foot of my bed and a trail of small gaggy type gifts that lead to our tree. I can't tell you what was under the tree, but I remember that doll at the foot of my bed and how nice and calm that Christmas was. It was all about the feeling for me and that night and morning felt wonderful! |
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I grew up in central NJ where summer was hot, humid and prime mosquito feasting season. The particular and peculiar freedom of summer break meant no responsibility greater than making my bed and being home in time for dinner.
I remember the scent of honeysuckle, rich and sweet in the humid air, and cut grass that stained the toes of my Chuck Taylor's green. I remember the sound of our house, too large for just the two of us, silent and settling in the summer heat, the only sound the steady drone of the giant air conditioner in the dining room window, the drip of water into the pan below it. In those days, before over protective parenting became a necessity, a single parent like my mother could cast her kid to the day and not worry that anything worse than a skinned knee or poison ivy would befall me during her absence. I rode my yellow, banana seat Schwinn everywhere and explored new home construction sites and the town junkyard. I brought home scraps of lumber for my fort, and irreparable lawn mowers to "fix." I pounded nails into boards and I took the lawnmowers back to the junkyard. |
One of my very first memories are of my being 3 or 4 and lying down on the back seat of our parents car. We are being taken on a trip to a suprise location. I still have pictures of that day at Disneyland with my parents; my Dad so young and handsome, my sister and I wearing Micky mouse ears.
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Laying across my moms lap on my tummie and my mom lightly scratching my back.... sure hope my gf when I find her will do that! I so miss that!
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I use to sit on the arm rest in the front seat when we were all in the car. My 3 sisters sat in the back while I was up front on the arm rest (real safe) I remember once my dad having to slam on the brakes cause of a deer while I'm heading str8 for the windshield.... haha OMG things have changed! |
Getting my first puppy for Christmas when I was 4. Oh man I thanked and thanked my Aunt and Uncle who were really not my aunt and uncle they were my parents best friends from high school. Then found out that they just brought it to me cuz Santa couldn't carry her on the sleigh cuz it would be to cold for a puppy.
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My favorite childhood memory was when my brother got a nintendo. If I hear Super Mario Brothers to this day, I associate it with NWA's first tape and vice versa. It became an overnight addiction. I sucked at it. My brother beat the entire game before I even made it past level three. :pacman: <---I do, however, rock at pacman.
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I hated going to my Great Grandma's house because when I was little we always went after church which means I was stuck in a dress all day. But once I got there I loved it, she always had fresh homemade peanut brittle and homemade hard candy, fresh pies and fresh milk seemed like everything there was always fresh. I'd sit on her lap and she'd read Bible stories to me and Granddaddy would take me to the yard to gather eggs. I stayed with them occasionally on Saturday night and would get up early on Sunday morning and go with Granddaddy to start the fire in the church. He'd ring the church bell, yes on a rope, and we'd hurry back to the house and get ready for church. He let me try to pull the rope to ring the bell a few times but I wasn't strong enough to pull the rope and make it ring. But I loved to go there as long as I got there before Sunday cuz then I got to wear my overalls.
Chuckling.....yep you can take the boy outa the country but you can't take the country outa the boy. OR you can make me wear a dress but ya can't make me be a girl. |
Blade, some of my fav childhood memories come from being with my grandparents too. My maternal grandmother had a swell of a lap, where I sat, and she would reach into her enormous pockets and find plastic horses for me to play with! She would pull hair pins from her bun and make me flower dollies out of hollyhocks for me. My paternal grandfather would sit me in his lap and we would watch cowboy shows together. Bonanza was our favorite. Later in life, when I married my first husband, on our wedding day, me in my wedding dress and him in his tux went to the nursing home my grandfather was in. He had dementia and could not remember people who came to visit him..but I knelt in front of him and he cupped my face and very loud, said "BONANZA!" ....it still brings tears to my eyes...
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My memories...
This one is hard, I went to alot of fun places when I was younger. But I think the one that meant the most was not even with my mom and dad. It was with my Aunt Feather, she introduced me to everything I love and I teach my daughter alot of the things she taught me. She is the one who introduced me to jif crunchy peanut butter. But my favorite of all time is when she popped in Charlie & The Chocolate Factory. Lets just say I got my 6 year old to enjoy this stuff and these kinda crazy movies. Which makes me sooo excited to see Alice in Wonderland next Friday! :)
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It was the first really big snowstorm the city had seen since I'd been alive, and I, of course, had the flu. Because I was so sick, I was banned from going outside in the cold.
My dad brought two big black garbage bags of snow upstairs from the garden and filled the bathtub so i could play. |
Sitting next to my grandfather - I must have been around 8 or 9? - while he patiently tore up little bits of paper and wrote notes on them prior to sticking them, with spit (!), to the keys of his piano and giving me my first piano lesson. I can still recall his smell and that of the piano itself.
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Yesterday, I was laying down in bed and out of the clear blue suddenly had this vivid recall of Christmas Day at my grandparent's house.
I could feel the cold air outside and see the moon in the sky after a long day of fun. It was just like I was transported back to it again. Then, I had this strong sense of my grandpa, whom I was very close with..his energy was so intense, it was like he was there. I tried in vain, off and on the rest of the day, to haul that lovely memory back again but couldn't do it. It was beautiful. :smileyXmasTree: Buttah |
I'm pretty lucky because I have lots of happy memories. Most of them involve doing things with my family. I remember many summer weekend trips from PA to Atlantic City, NJ. This was before casinos, when people still dressed up at night to walk the boards. We didn't have a lot of money, so we stayed at a cheap motel, off the main drag, but at night we'd dress up and walk the boards with everyone else, stopping for a frozen custard while my dad talked about coming to AC with his parents. We were all burnt to a crisp from too much sun, but it was fun, anyway.
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I am so loving the sharing of these memories...
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My best childhood memory...
Waking up with the wind hitting the tent.. No one was up, the sun was just starting to pink the sky... The wind was so absolutly warm.. wild... I walked across the sand to this outcropping of rocks and sat there... Watching the sky lighten and the world wake up... It was just me, the birds, the wind, the ocean and the sun... For me it's my favorite and most vivid childhood memory because I think that was the moment I became aware of myself as a separate person.. |
I remember causing many issues with the town folk when a surfer friend of mine gave me a bumper sticker that read, "If it swells, ride it".:lol2:
Going on fishing trips with grandmother Daisy, my brother Eugene and that stealing bitch of a housekeeper, Janice..:fishingboot: Watching scary movies with my grandmother. We'd hold each other and scream like maniacs..:hiding: Getting together for Christmas was always my favorite. Dressing the tree, wrapping presents, cooking and hanging lights were some of my favorite moments, but the best was when my gay uncle would get a little tipsy and start cursing out everybody in drag queen fashion..GOOD TIMES..:lol2: Duchess |
Great thread Diva!
I remember when I was 4-5 years old, I would hear the garage door go up when dad got home from work, I would run into the bathroom and slick my hair over like he wore his, and I would run and hide. I would hear him come in, and he would start walking all over the house saying, "Now where is my little buddy?" "G, where are you?" "Hmmm, I can't find my buddy!" Then he would find me...it was always so exciting even though we did it all the time. When I was 6 I started going to work with my dad on Saturdays. I would put on my little McDonalds jeans that had a matching vest so I would be dressed like my dad. I would sweep the floors with the big wide mop broom...making more of a mess than cleaning one up, I am sure. Dad and grandpa would both be there, working the crossword puzzle and giving me little chores to do so I felt like I was working. After the shop closed, he would take me for a happy meal because I "worked" so hard. ( I am now 4th generation in that business, but don't work for happy meals any more. :winky:) We have pictures here at the office of me all dressed up and "working" at the shop. Some of my best childhood memories revolve around this business now that I think about it. |
Welllllll I guess I was almost 11. You know when you come home from school you have to put on your play clothes. You can't wear your school clothes out to play. For anyone who doubts it yes I was hard headed even back then.
My neighbors Dad owned a Yamaha shop. So he always had a few motorcycles at the house to play on. He had a 80 Enduro, and had gotten a YZ 80 for Christmas. I had gotten new pants for Christmas snickering......So I was watching him ride on the back wheel of his new YZ 80. Of course I couldn't let him out do me so when it was my turn I popped the clutch and stood it up several times but couldn't ride on it. Finally I got the front wheel up and rode about 10 feet on it and slid off the seat and my knees, yes in my new "Toughskins" drug about 20 feet on the concrete. NOPE I did not skin my knees, but I did wear a hole in both knees of my new pants. Now how do you hide 2 holey knees and how do you hide new pants. Well ya don't but when Daddy found out what I had done I tried to hide my ass but it wasn't to easily hidden either. SIDE NOTE....NO my kids never heard me say change out of your school clothes. I bought their clothes for them to wear and wear out. Not out grow before they wore them out. |
I loved getting to go up in the front of airplanes and sit with the pilots during landing. The flight attendants would give me my own flight wings and sometimes I got to wear a pilots cap. *bliss*
They would show me the cool controls and I loved to see the lights of the cities and the ground and water looked like a topographical map. I would spend hours memorizing the names of all the international airlines and the routes they flew. (I know, I know....weird) |
I remember being in the 4th grade, and an organization set up through the YMCA came to visit our school to talk about one of their new programs. It was called Indian Princess. http://www.yindianguides.org/indianprincess/about.htm
It was a father/daughter program that had monthly meetings at different member's houses where games were played, nature outings & camping trips. I remember being soooo excited that I signed my dad and I up for the program.... without even asking him. I brought home the paperwork and left it on the counter. The next morning, my mother sat me down at breakfast and told me that I wasn't going to be able to join, because my dad worked two jobs and didn't have the time to do this (without my dad knowing this). I was crushed... until a few weeks later my dad said "come take a ride with me pumpkin". We showed up at a house, where I recognized girls from my school. It was the first official meeting of our local Indian Princess tribe. We stayed in the program for 2 years... and still to this day he has a picture of us, at a camping trip, beside his bed. |
Sitting in bed with a paperbook copy of Charlotte's Web and some home made chocoalte chip cookies from my mom. The pages had grease stains from the cookies. It was gray and foggy outside. I was reading the part at the end where Charlotte is talking to Wilbur and telling him she was going to die and he had to take care of her babies. I cried and cried...in a good way.
And sliding down the stairs in sleeping bags, mattresses and whatever else we could find. We sent my little cousin down and he rolled head first more than slid. We were frozen with fear when he go to the bottom that he was hurt and we would get in trouble. He crawled out of the sleeping bag and said "let's do it again!!!" |
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When I was about eight, we stayed in a cabin at one of the PA state parks. I remember eating fish that my dad caught along with burnt instant mashed potatoes. They were the best potatoes I'd ever had. There was an outhouse, and I remember my mom telling us in the morning about stepping on something on her way to the outhouse the night before. We looked on the path and found a squished baby mouse!
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One year, my parents decided to go organic (loved the 70s!) and started their own enormous garden in the backyard. Of course, this was supposed to be a family project, so we were all recruited. I was probably 6 or 7, my brother and sister were 15 & 16 respectively.
The tomatoes became my brother's special project, to my mother's delight. He applied their compost, staked them and became incredibly vigilant over them. My mother wrote a feature for the newspaper and did a series of articles on our garden adventure, one included a cartoon of my brother holding a shotgun, protecting his Jersey tomatoes. I'm not sure exactly how it all came to pass, but it turned out that it wasn't the tomatoes my brother was protecting - it was the marijuana plants that he had carefully staked to the tomatoes. Ah, the 70s. |
I have many warm memories of my father and just being with him... The times we wandered on trails silently with the dogs at our heels to find the right part of a creek to fish in are precious memories. We would cast and simply rest with the mountains around us. We never had to exchange many words, you and I. We just understood each other. You taught me the love of dogs and horses and of a woman. And there was my time apprenticing under your keen experience with bicycle racing. What a gift to have had you recognize my muscular body as an asset and not belittle me for not being like other girls. You were proud when I sent an ace serve against the kids from families that didn’t want our family to be members of their precious tennis club. You said, “just walk tall.” |
I had a ton of great memories.
My grandparents were the best. I remember my grandad had this old van that he kept stockpiled with (mostly junk) he bought. I was around 10-11 and an avid reader. He and I would get up mad early on Saturday mornings and take his van to the flea market. We'd set up his table and I'd help him sell. As a reward, he'd give me about $2-3 and let me wander around and get anything I wanted. I always came back with books. My great-grandmother lived until I was 12. Every morning I ever spent at her house, she would get wake my sister and me and cook us breakfast -- eggs, bacon or saugsage and toast or biscuits. Mmmmm, and apple butter. I think of her anytime I make those foods. They are my comfort foods. |
When I was a small child, visiting my Grandad & Granny Sweeten, I would sit on the grey bench next to my Grandad while he smoked his pipe. There is an indentation on the arm of that bench, where he would bang out the ashes (I guess they were ashes, yes?) of his pipe. I could have sworn, the last time I bent down to smell it ~ LONG after his death (1964) ~ I could still smell that sweet tobacco. I nearly cried.
I have begged my uncle repeatedly for that bench and he has always said no. I'm at the point now where I might just go and 'borrow' it. <giggle> Guess where he'd come lookin' for it first? To my back terrace, that's where! |
I was 5 and at my greatgrandmother's house (my grandfather's mom, not the one with the apple butter). My cousin Cindy was this beautiful blonde with long flowing, hippy hair (it was 1975). I loved my cousin Cindy, but for some reason, I fell in love with her boyfriend Greg. I spent the entire day ensconsed on Greg's lap and tagging along after him. When my mom said it was time to go, I told her I would ride home with my grandmother. However, I forgot to tell my grandmother. They all arrive back at my grandma's house and I'm nowhere to be found. They have to drive back to the town over to my greatgrandmother's house.
Yeah, I'm still sitting on Greg's lap when they get there. *grin* The family still teases me about this. |
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