What's your favorite childhood memory?

56 Answers to "What's your favorite childhood memory?"

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   Posted by Classicality7 Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:21PM

   The ones I imagined...

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   Posted by DragonBlue Mar 19th, 2011 at 9:44PM

   One day, my best friend Bobby, was coming to meet me to go to a dance together at our High School. We were never a couple, but he had been my best friend since grade 4. We were both all dressed up and feeling like we were pretty great stuff.
   
   As we walked, it began to rain. I don't mean sprinkle. It was one of those late spring storms that only last a short time, but while they last, they are real gully washers. He took my hand and said, "Lets run!"
   
   So we ran. I thought that we were running to get out of the rain. (After all we were all dressed up) But I was wrong. As we ran, hand in hand, he said look up.
   
   I stated the obvious. "It's raining!" I said. "Yeah" he said, "Isn't it great?" and again, he said to me "Look up!" So I did, and it was great. The rain in my face, running down my back and plastering my hair to my shoulders. It really was great. When we got to the school, we were drenched. Our clothes were clinging to us, almost transparent. Our shoes sloshed with each step. Water was dripping off the ends of our noses and out of our hair. And we were laughing. He hugged me and we were clammy and cold, and it was one of the best moments we had ever shared, in the six years since we'd known each other.
   
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   One late evening when I was about 14, my best friend Bobby, came over to visit. It was mid-summer and warm and sticky. This was before central air and my parents didn't have an air conditioner. So we went to the back yard and sat on the garden swing. We talked and talked. We really were best friends, and never ran out of things to talk about, so the night passed and I didn't even realize we'd been up all night long , intil he touched my arm and said "shhh, listen" I asked, "Listen to what?" Again he said "shhh. Just listen to the morning." So, I listened. I heard the first morning birds, calling to each other. And the small night creatures creeping through the bushes and the hedges, going back to wherever they spend their days. Suddenly, quietly, he took my hand and pointed. Out of a hedge surrounding our back yard, a fox had just emerged and was crossing our yard going through to the next street. It stopped and looked at us, briefly, before continuing on its way. We listened to the dogs who had just been let out for their morning constitutional, barking a greeting to each other. The squirrels waking and scampering about looking for breakfast. That was the first time I ever listened to the sunrise, but it wasn't the last. I have often gotten up extra early just so I could go out and listen to all the sounds of a new day as it wakens.
   
   
   
   ((I tried to think about my one favourite memory, but as I was writing about our run in the rain, I remembered the one about listening to the sunrise. I couldn't pick one. So I included them both. I'm afraid they are tied for first place. As are most of the memories of the times we spent together through the years. I could write a whole book.))

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   Posted by TheNakedPoet Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:22PM

   There was a long, hot summer in Aberdeen that I loved. The radios were always playing either Madness or Eddy Grant and certain songs by either of those two singers take me right back to those days. Not an individual moment, so much as a whole summer.

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   Posted by smileyfacelunchbox Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:22PM

   laying on the bottom of the pool,
   looking up at the sky through 4 feet of water.

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   Posted by wvpatchouli1963 Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:22PM

   my bff riding bikes all over town, not having a care in the world... the world was a safer place back then... perverts and weirdos hadn't come out of hiding so much like they do now a days....

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   Posted by OrionsSword Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:22PM

   The one where the aliens came down and took me up .. um...
   i forgot, i wasn't supposed to talk about that...
   never mind.

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   Posted by angelhalo Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:22PM

   When my Dad told me he was proud of me. It meant everything to me and still does to this day.
   Rest in peace, Dad. I love you!

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   Posted by AyselMoonbaby Mar 18th, 2011 at 11:26PM

   Playing outside and making mud pies

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   Posted by bedpeer Mar 12th, 2011 at 1:08AM

   Lying in my pram watching the flowering currant bush waving in the breeze and wetting in my nappy.

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    Posted by Barbara726 Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:26PM

    Getting up on Christmas morning and seeing what Santa brought me. I loved the stocking. I used my Dad's biggest old sock and Santa would put oranges and candy and apples, nuts and things way down in it. I'd always get a doll. I hated peppermint and I was so dumb, I didn't figure out until a few years ago why Santa brought me a huge stick of peppermint when I had repeatedly written him that I do not want peppermint again this year. Duh! My parents ate it!!!!! Funny on me.

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    Posted by lightening69 Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:25PM

    my favorite childhood memory would be walking to midnight mass on christmas eve. my brothers and i all dressed up looking in the sky for santas sleigh. then after mass, we would all sleep in the same bedroom. just camp out and wait for the sleigh to land on our roof. oh, to be that young again. it was a great time.

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    Posted by SabinaDestine Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:25PM

    the time where i live in my daydreams :) where everything seems so perfect and you feel safe by simplicity of things and people around me.

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    Posted by franklyspeaking Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:25PM

    Christmas when I was three years old keeps coming back to me....

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    Posted by GideonJones Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:23PM

    I was four years old and me and my sisters were fresh out of the bath, on the sofa with a duvet tucked up around us. We had our hot chocolate and our popcorn and were watching the Wizard of Oz.
    Funny the things that give you a warm feeling.

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    Posted by AllyC89 Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:23PM

    have a journey with my grandpa... he passed away when i was 10 years old... we used to walking together to visit his friends. I miss him...

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    Posted by Emoskittlezrockz Mar 11th, 2011 at 10:13PM

    Don't have one. They all stunk! The closest thing thing to a good childhood memory was me leaving at sixteen.

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    Posted by rickibrat2 Mar 11th, 2011 at 2:40PM

    anything after about may 1st 1961 when my girl friends mother took me from my abuse in my home life to live with them for the rest of my life to go from a home based on hate to a home based on love and respect for each other
    
    we had a good life for many years thill my gifl friend was killed by VC 1/14/1967 the day after i was hurt and repeorted as dead 1/13/1964 my girl freinds mother also killed her sefl thinking both the kids she loved had been killed
    her parents satyed by my bed 24/7 for almost 5 months so they could tell me what happened when i came out of the coma i was in

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    Posted by biggred78 Mar 18th, 2011 at 11:30PM

    The ones i honestly can remeber

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    Posted by bvibe22 Mar 12th, 2011 at 3:02AM

    In my 2nd grade class. My second grade teacher would have us sing before we began our studies...it was so inspirational... wow I miss that even today....no longer done this way in the schools anymore....but it changed my life.

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    Posted by Cupcake313 Mar 12th, 2011 at 3:01AM

    Sneaking outside my apartment upstairs to go to my Grandma's apartment downstairs at sunrise each morning so that we could sit on the porch and feed the birds bread. Then I'd run around trying to catch them. good times :)

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