What is your favourite memory from your childhood?

Answer 1

my first kiss. let me explain the background, though...

I met my best friend the day we were born, he was put in the crib next to mine, our parents discovered we lived minutes apart, and from that moment on, were joined-to-the-hip; instant best friends. Always at each others houses, always on the phone, always together - people use to make fun of us and tell us we were going to get married one day, and we would deny it, saying we were 'just friends'. Both of us were homeschooled, so we were constantly doing schoolwork together at our houses, and going on feild trips sitting side my side in our mothers mini-vans. I've had poor health all my life, and when I was 10, I was in the hospital...for like, the 20th time. Whenever I was there, he would be worried sick and insist on seeing me, so my parents would tell nurses he was my brother, because he was too young to visit me otherwise. He told me when we were alone in the room that he was going to take care of me the rest of our lives, because I was his best friend and he never wanted to loose me, he kissed me on the forehead, and whispered that he loved me. We planned our weddings out at 12, I was going to be his best woman, and him, my man of honor. We were going to move into a duplex house, and if our signifigant others didn't like it, then they weren't the ones for us. We stayed 'just friends' for another year, at which point things began to change noticably. I had had a crush on him for what seemed like forever, but was too afraid to tell him, because he was my best friend. So I kept quiet, and watched as other girls flirted with him and my heart broke. But whenever I would ask him if he liked any of them, he would always tell me no. One night, we went to a play together, and we held hands without realizing it...I started to wonder...could he maybe like me back? But I was too afraid to ask him, so I kept waiting and waiting for him to bring it up, and say that he meant in just a friendship way. However, a week later, he called me up as usual at night for our 3 hour long conversation (our parents gave us our own phone lines, just so we would stop tying up theirs), and told me that he had something important to tell me, and when he was finished, he was going to hang up the phone and call me back in an half hour. Immediatly, my heart started to pound...I hoped it was what I thought it was, but feared that it was that he had decided to go out with another girl. He admitted that he had fallen in love with me and hung up. I was overjoyed to the point were I ran around the house laughing hysterically and doing cartwheels, my parents thinking I was nuts. When he called me up, we discussed - very anlytically, may I ad - getting together, and decided to follow our hearts in the matter. We always talked about marriage and having kids after that point. We had our first kiss a couple months later on top of a ferris wheel, had our first make-out not too long after that, lol. He proposed to me at 14 in a love letter (we have over 400 inbetween both of us in a 4 1/2 year span), gave me a diamond ring at 16, and a few weeks after we turned 18, officially asked my parents for their blessing in marriage. We're getting married next Autumn a few weeks after we turn 19...and have never been closer or more in tune with each other.

Answer 2

My favorite memory happened when I was a 12 year old male child, and my 32 year old babysitter attempted to deflower me. She didn't finish the job because we were interrupted by my parents. Although she didn't finish, I experienced the most glorious and confusing sensation between my loins which I have been chasing for 64 years, in hopes of recapturing that same sensation. Whenever I think back on that moment, all I can say is WOW!!! Unfortunately, I never saw that babysitter again. What a loss. Being that I was an innocent 12 year old, and she was 32 taught me the true meaning of " age ain't nothing but a number". If that makes me sic, please don't send a doctor, for I've lived with the fond memory of that pleasurable time in my life for 64 years.

Answer 3

Well I was such a daddy's girl that he couldn't get out of my site. And I would always set in his big recliner with him watching TV.
Walking and playing in the woods.
Waking up to the sound of my Mom and Granny working in the garden outside my bedroom window, and watching them can the veggies from the garden.
Going up to my Papaw and Granny's house when it snowed and just spending the whole day with them.
And every time I would learn something new when I was really little(tying my shoes, ABC's, etc.)I'd run straight to my Grandparent's house and show them what I'd learned.
I actually have so many I can't list them all. But here's a few of my absolute favorites.

Answer 4

Being carefree and enjoying playing sport, or hanging with friends, family, having loads of BBQ's, swimming, climbing trees, going on family picnics, you know all the stuff kids do today... oh err, um sorry kids don't go outside now do they? Oh well, I loved the whole time of not having to worry about anything important.

Answer 5

Me under a coconut tree, looking up watching the breeze blow the top of the tree side to side and telling myself to remember that moment for the rest of my life, because I had a hunch that my life was going to be away from it all (...and I was away from it for 16 years - coconut tree and all...but now I live in another country where there are coconut trees, too.)
I cherished that memory whenever winter was unbearable in Germany.

Answer 6

My dad coming home from the hospital on Christmas day being there with us to open up presents I was so happy when he walked in the door

Answer 7

Can't remember my childhood. Don't remember anything untill I was about 16, then it's still bits and peices.

Answer 8

my aunt made fun of me by telling me that i was only an adopted child and that they found me on a bin, then my parents justpickd me fr there n took me home. then what i did i build a tent on our backyard n not let anyone come near. thats when i was 8 yrs old.
but of course its only a hoax.

Answer 9

Ever Saturday morning my dad and I would watch the smurfs, then go to breakfast, and run errands . It was our time together, and I loved it.

Answer 10

The day they brought my little sister home from the hospital.