Your Favorite Childhood Memory

[Blade]

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.

[adorable]

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. <---I do, however, rock at pacman.

[Blade]

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.

[Soft*Silver]

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...

[Blade]

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.

[Apocalipstic]

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)

[PinkieLee]

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.

[Butterbean]

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.





Buttah

[Lynn]

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.

[Soft*Silver]

I am so loving the sharing of these memories...

[Random]

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..

[Duchess]

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".

Going on fishing trips with grandmother Daisy, my brother Eugene and that stealing bitch of a housekeeper, Janice..

Watching scary movies with my grandmother. We'd hold each other and scream like maniacs..

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..


Duchess

[Just_G]

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. ) 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.