Your Favorite Childhood Memory

[MsTinkerbelly]

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.

[Strappie]

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!

[Strappie]

Originally Posted by Blushingfemme

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.

Isn't if funny how our parents use to have the HUGE cars, what I call boats and that we never wore a seat belt.

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!

[owen4u1904]

Originally Posted by Strappie

Isn't if funny how our parents use to have the HUGE cars, what I call boats and that we never wore a seat belt.

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!

My dad had one of those old ford trucks with a camper thing on the back of it. I remember back in the day when was able to sleep in the back and move round in the back without worries of getting pulled over. Now if some cops see you they frown upon it and sometimes pull ya over...it sucks.

[owen4u1904]

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!

[Selenay]

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.

[Words]

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.

It was wonderful.

Words

[diamondrose]

my favorite childhood memory was my yearly summer vacation trip to see my father in germany. It was a neat experience.Also, all the awesome trips my dad would take us on with my stepmom, step sister,and step brother. It was always an adventure

[Jet]

I hated this back in the day, but I laugh about it now.

I hated—I mean hated— my bangs cut. My mom always cut my bangs and she always cut them uneven. So to get them straight, she'd cut until there was like nothing left. I'd sit on the toilet seat and cry...

They were so short I walked around with my eyebrows raised so my bangs would look longer. I looked perpetually surprised and my mom would say,"stop that, your face is going to freeze that way!"

I hated bangs most. Second, were those goddamn anklets she made me wear.

God I miss her.

[girl_dee]

Black magnum organ
White patten leatherboots, zipper up the side

[julieisafemme]

Originally Posted by Strappie

Isn't if funny how our parents use to have the HUGE cars, what I call boats and that we never wore a seat belt.

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!

LOL!!!! I fell out of the car in the backseat when I was 3 or 4. Just opened the door and fell head first. I was fine but had a big bump on my head. We had a Rambler station wagon with the wood siding!

[Lynn]

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!

[Mister Bent]

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.

[AtLast]

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.”

[Write14u]

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.

[Random]

Originally Posted by Strappie

Isn't if funny how our parents use to have the HUGE cars, what I call boats and that we never wore a seat belt.

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!

OMG... I remember sitting on the side of my uncles jeep.. clinging to the roll bar... We probably had about 9 kids in the back.. sitting on the sides, floor, and the seats... Lol.. My uncle was a safe type though.. No one could stand up and hold onto the roll bar....

I would faint if my son did ANYTHING I did as a kid.... oh my.....

[Lynn]

I'm thinking of the time that my father got ready for us to go on a family roadtrip vacation. He packed the car "just so," with most of the luggage piled from floor to ceiling in a column in the middle of the back seat. This was a wall he built to maintain space between me and my little brother. We picked and fought constantly, so my dad came up with a plan to have a peaceful car ride. There we sat in the back seat, unbuckled, with a mountain of stuff between us, unable to see or touch each other. It was probably the most boring ride of our lives! These days...there is so much wrong with that picture!

[NJFemmie]

Wow, I have quite a few of them.

Most of them consisted of being with my mother. My mom enjoyed taking day trips - and of course, I was right by her side. She would often visit the Statue of Liberty (we lived in Jersey City and it was a hop-skip-jump to NYC)... and we would picnic on the island and take boat rides along the Hudson (hence my love of boats). Looking back, I am wondering if her excursions were to get away from my father for a while, lol...

I always had a blast with my mom. Just about every weekend there was a trip going somewhere....

[NJFemmie]

More of fondest moments as a child was growing up with my nephew Kevin. He was such a character. Together, we were like Bonnie and Clyde, Frick and Frack, Trouble and More Trouble. The antics we would get involved in were hysterical - and we would constantly get into trouble when we were together. He was my best buddy growing up - the kid brother I never had. As we got older, I remember coming out to him, and he was just so cool about it. He was one hell of a kid.

Kevin passed away shortly after his 18th birthday. It was a hard blow. But I am forever thankful and grateful for the moments we did spend together. Next to my mother, he was the reason I smiled a lot as a kid.

[torchiegirl]

playin' in the red georgia mud