Your Favorite Childhood Memory

[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.

[Diva]

When I was a small child, visiting my Grandad & Granny Sweeten, I would sit on the grey bench next to my Grandad while he smoked his pipe. There is an indentation on the arm of that bench, where he would bang out the ashes (I guess they were ashes, yes?) of his pipe. I could have sworn, the last time I bent down to smell it ~ LONG after his death (1964) ~ I could still smell that sweet tobacco. I nearly cried.

I have begged my uncle repeatedly for that bench and he has always said no. I'm at the point now where I might just go and 'borrow' it. <giggle> Guess where he'd come lookin' for it first? To my back terrace, that's where!

[Write14u]

I was 5 and at my greatgrandmother's house (my grandfather's mom, not the one with the apple butter). My cousin Cindy was this beautiful blonde with long flowing, hippy hair (it was 1975). I loved my cousin Cindy, but for some reason, I fell in love with her boyfriend Greg. I spent the entire day ensconsed on Greg's lap and tagging along after him. When my mom said it was time to go, I told her I would ride home with my grandmother. However, I forgot to tell my grandmother. They all arrive back at my grandma's house and I'm nowhere to be found. They have to drive back to the town over to my greatgrandmother's house.
Yeah, I'm still sitting on Greg's lap when they get there. *grin*
The family still teases me about this.