Any childhood memory you like to share?

Question

Im doing a research about the effects of an childhood experince (good or bad) affects the adult life. Does it matter?

Answer 1

I remember going to the beach when i was between 6 and 8(in the early 60's) Sunday mornings with my dad and jumping off his shoulders into the water. I still recall the smell of his body. After that we would go for a soft drink and beer on the way home. I dont remember a lot of other things about him. He suicided in 1970 after seperating from my Mum. Reading the Coroners report, l never knew how sad he was, and how much pain he was in due to an injury as a boy.l never had the chance to say how much l loved him. I wish l could see him just once more.

Answer 2

I read your answers by others, they seem to be of good memories except the dog bite. I myself have had a terrible childhood experience, and I have found that almost 4 out of 5 children have had some type of sexual predator. If parents would just let their children know at an early age that they can share there feelings about everything then more of these criminals would be put away!

Answer 3

Years back in the early 80s when I was 10 at summer camp I remember my horseback riding teacher caught me goofing off and not paying attention, even after a few warnings. She picked a switch, took me off the horse and disciplined me on the spot, much to my embarrassment. Then she put me back on the horse, for one very uncomfortable long, trail ride back to the camp. Some of the kids giggled at my "ooohs" after every trot and I was quite embarrassed too. She explained "a sore bottom is a lot more desirable than a broken neck." She was so right and it taught me the value of paying attention and safe riding.

Answer 4

Of course early childhood memories matter. The good ones effect us as much as the bad ones. Hopefully, we all have enough good memories to balance out the bad ones.

I was molested by my real father for years after my mother divorced him. Every visit (every other weekend) and every summer when I had to go stay with him. Those are memories that have effected me my whole life, but they arent the only memories I have. I was the weapon he used to punish my mother. I told no one until I was nearly 18. The molestation stopped after he was in an accident that gave him brain damage.
What goes around comes around.

I can remember staying with my mom's mom, who was my absolute favorite Grandmother. She always made crackers and milk for a snack for my Grandfather. They always had a freezer stuffed full of Salmon (my Grandfather was an independant commercial Fisherman). I remember the whole family gathering at my Grandma's to paint her house and I got to help but the big paint brushes were too heavy for me to use for very long. I remember their huge garden and what yummy Applebutter and Bread & Butter pickles she would make and can. I remember when the county decided to widen the road in front of my Grandma's house and my brother and I were so upset they were tearing up the land in front of the house (it was huge front yard) that we put mud pies in the seats of all the heavy equipment in the evenings not really thinking about the fact that the impressive mucky piles would be dried by the time the workers came back the next day. We always imagined them sitting in the wet muddy gunk.

I remember my dad's mother and all the cooking she used to do. She canned EVERYTHING from her garden and made homemade everything. Homemade noodles, yeast donuts, bread. She would make casseroles, cakes, pizzas and put them in the freezer. My grandfather would make homemade icecream and I remember the big block of ice being in the burlap sack and how the sack would stick to the cold ice. I remember my Grandfather milking the cows and Grandma having the big jars of milk sitting out on the table to separate so we could feed the skimmed milk back to the calves. I remember the bucket we fed the calves from. My paternal Grandmother was an amazing woman but mean as an alligator with a hemmeroid.

I remember when we got new carpet for our house and it came in a big long box. My brother and I wanted to sleep in the box that night so we put all our blankets out there and went to sleep but my brother, who was older than me, got scared so we ended up back in the house. We must have been 7 and 8.

Today the memories that effect me the most are the positive ones. I got over the bad ones although it took until I was in my mid 20's. I was angry for many years but it dawned on me that I had a choice. I could live my life according to the bad things that had happened or I could live beyond them. I chose to live beyond them.

Goddess Bless!

Answer 5

I remember one time when my parents went out and told me to clean the turkey for dinner. I was NOT into cooking so I put a few drops of dishwashing liquid in the cavity. Then rinsed it out with cold water till the bubbles stopped. I got it clean! And they never knew the difference until I told them.. I remember my father laughed but don't remember what my mother said..

Answer 6

Being 3 inches taller than my mom (my aunt who took me in after my mother died at my birth). And setting on her lap just because she was my mom and I loved her. Her hugging me. Such a feeling of comfort from the soul out. I have dreamed that scene several times when I needed it again. In my dreams I always feel the comfort and security she gave me then. It lasts a long time after I wake up.

Answer 7

I got bit in the nads by a German Shepard when I was 7! It took 10 stitches to close the wound.The cops shot the dog.(family jewels intact!)

Answer 8

I have a favorite memory, the fresh air and open spaces I knew in my youth. I had time to enjoy the sensation when I was young.

Answer 9

The smell of creosote plants after a rain always reminds me of fun times at my grand parents, as a child.

Answer 10

iare you looking at nature or nurture then? i think chldhood does effect us. as a child growing up, my parents had a lot of fights before they got divorced. as an adult, i hate confrontations.