Your Favorite Childhood Memory

[Ldyluck88]

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.

[astarte]

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.

[AtLast]

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.

[Rockinonahigh]

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.

[Butterbean]

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:






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[SassyLeo]

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.