Your Favorite Childhood Memory

Linus · 02-25-2010, 05:22 PM

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.

Andrew, Jr. · 02-25-2010, 06:06 PM

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.

And we went to help pick out each others dog. A boy and his dog.

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.

Hack · 02-25-2010, 06:09 PM

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.

Gemme · 02-25-2010, 06:10 PM

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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02-25-2010, 06:06 PM	#2
Andrew, Jr. Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Me Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Over the Rainbow in a House Posts: 5,072 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,004 Thanked 5,249 Times in 2,216 Posts Rep Power: 0	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. And we went to help pick out each others dog. A boy and his dog. 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.

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