If you could go back to a day, or a week in your childhood,what would occur and how old were you?

Answer 1

This is a great question. I think I'd go back to when my parents were happy, there was a party in my apartment building, and I got to go to a baseball game.

Answer 2

One day - just one day, no need to be greedy. I would return to my boyhood, 1948, back home in Ireland, taking the hay back to the farm on a lazy, hazy summer day......................... read on:

Bringing Home the Hay.

‘Clankity, clank: clankity, clank’, the haybogey on the road.
‘Get up there Sherman’ Jim calls to the Shire, making light the load.
While I on top was lulled asleep by the smell of hay and horse,
The first was so much sweeter than, the second one of course.

Those balmy days of boyhood, a time long, long since gone.
Like memories brought back to mind, in the words of an old folk song.
When a minute passed like an hour, and that self-same hour like a day,
When taking the crop, at a leisurely trot, back to the farm in Bray.

‘Hike up there Sherman’ young Jim calls out as the haycock starts to slide.
‘Hold up there Sherman’ now shouts Jim,‘ or I’ll blinkingwell flay your hide’.
‘You, watch that hay’ the tailor roars ‘its clogging all up the shop’
‘I’m sorry mister’ cries young Jim, ‘ but the blinking horse won’t stop’.

The hay it slips, right off the back, and blows all round the place,
A passing car swerves much too far, the driving a disgrace,
In doing so it hits a post, which falls down like a tree,
The shouts from boys, the almighty noise, has now awoken me.

The farmer’s boy stood mouth agape, ‘Mother of God’ Jim cries,
The horse merely, as he could not see, swished his tail at flies.
‘Now what the hell ’ a sounding bell, as the Fire Brigade turns up,
The lamppost wires, have started fires, ‘I think I’ve seen enough’.

Old Tom the farmer, having been told, on arriving at the spot
He laughed so hard, his jaw was jarred, and the fire was getting hot.
I slipped away, amid the affray, such a catastrophe,
Now I’ll just add, I was very glad, to get back home for tea.

Suffice to say, that was the day, when I at last grew up,
No more I lazed about the farm, that Summer was quite enough.
The farming life, was not for me, I could not stand the pressure,
So an office job, to earn a few bob, I became a man of leisure.
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(Lovely question, thanks for the memories)............

Answer 3

To this particular day when i was about 5?
me and my cousins went to the zoo,and i was this crazy little gal.
waving my hanky and running about.And singing ''Mary had a little lamb'' on top of my lungs.
i had seen the video a couple of yrs ago,and of course i have entirely no recollection of this trip at all.but it looks so fun.

i certainly miss my childhood.thou im 17 now.

Answer 4

My dad died when I was 14 so any day before that was a great one. My mom and sisters and I were all happier back then. To be able to see that again would be nice.

Answer 5

back to when my children were small and home safe they all would still be alive and with me miss my son

Answer 6

when i was nine, and i woke up with my dad.....
i should have told my mom everything...