Childhood memories?

Question

What's your favorite childhood memory or memories? What do you remember the most about your childhood?

Answer 1

We would wake our parents up in the morning and jump up & down on the bed and snuggle with them. Dad would tell the most amazing made up stories to my brother and I, with a whole cast of recurring imaginary characters - we could never get enough. When he got tired of us asking "then what?" he would do something like pretending his hands were flying scissors and saying "They were attacked by thenwhat bugs" and tickle us, or he would come up with something silly like, "Sixteen men came out of the woods on pogo sticks."

I tried this with my son. I don't think I was as good at it as my dad, but he seemed to like it anyway.

Answer 2

I think that most of my favorite childhood memories come from when there was more stability in my life. My biological father left my mother to go back to Israel [I'm half Jewish] when I was four months old. Later, when I was three, my mom got engaged to a man who had recently divorced and had two daughters of his own - both were at least six years older than me. While my mother was later left by this man, the seven years we spent with him were the most stable. During this time, while I probably came off as a pesky, annoying little step-sister, my step-sisters and I had many lovely memories together. But the most distinct was with my step-sister, Becky. It's not an out of the ordinary kind of memory, it's not even that special, but it's one of my favorite.
It's a simple scenario, I'm on the carpeted landing that connects the upstairs with the living room downstairs playing Barbies by myself. I try playing with two but find that my imagination doesn't work that well by itself. I plead with Liz [my other-step-sister] to play with me, but she has to go to work. Later on, Becky comes down the stairs onto the landing and I beg of her the same thing. She continues walking down into the living room as I keep pleading. Eventually she turns around and tells me she'll play with nme about fifteen minutes. I still remember what the scene looked like as we played 'Antarctica Barbie.' The amazing thing is, she had plans, somewhere to be, something to do, and yet, she made time for me. At the time, I know I was being extrememely selfish and ungrateful, but looking back, I can't help but appreciate her setting aside her time to entertain me for awhile. It was only fifteen minutes, but it felt like a lot longer, and it made my entire day. I wish I could go back and thank Becky, wherever she is. Last I heard, she was getting married and pregnant. I miss them both terribly, and hope to see them both again someday, but until then, I have the memories.

Answer 3

My favorite childhood memory...must be the day when mother and I went to this park. There was this endless green carpet of grass. One big tree in the middle of it. Not so many people were around. I remember wearing a jeans overall. My mother was wearing jeans too, and a jean jacket. The sun was shining, but it wasn't that warm. She had black, straight hair. She looked pretty. We played on the grass. She gave me this ball to play with, soft like stuffed animals. It had a pattern like a soccer ball, and each section was colored differently...yellow and then blue, green, red, orange, and purple. I still have that ball. It's lying in my bed right now. I was happy then, I know that. Happy that I was with her. I loved her much. I really did. I don't remember much. Only moments or details about something, lost details, not connected to anything. I guess that's why I cherish them so much.

Answer 4

Mostly, I remember bossing my little brother and sister around when I was younger, and I still do.

But one of my favorite childhood memories is when I was in the second grade and I used to suck my thumb all the time. So much so, that my mom tried making me wear a pacifier and when that didn't work she said she would let me take one of the baby hamsters home that my teacher was giving away, if I promised to stop sucking my thumb. I promised that I would stop sucking my thumb, then me and my dad went to my elementary school to pick out a hamster. We brought him home in a baby wipes container that had little holes punched in it (don't judge me, my mother was a resourceful childcare provider). I named the hamster Thumbs in honor of the vow I made to my mom and it fit him pretty well since he was a male hamster.

I remember one time my dad was cleaning out Thumbs cage so he placed Thumbs in a really big open box but he chewed his way out of the box and we had to look for him. We then found him underneath my brothers crib. (Now that reminds me of the many times my brother would jump out of the crib making a loud thud, but don't fret he never hurt himself however that might explain his lack of good judgement).

Not only did Thumbs have a cage, but he also had a little ball that we would put him in so that he could run around the house inside of, without the likelihood of getting hurt or loss. There were little holes in the ball (air holes I presume) through which little dropping would fall out of as well, my mother wasn't to fond that and still holds it against me to this day. I'm sure its one of the main reasons she won't allow me to adopt a cat and bring it into her house. Those were the good old days.

Answer 5

Back in my old house, we lived on a big hill, and our driveway had a big circle in it. we had a whole bunch of neighbors, mostly boys, and most my age. So, we would take our skateboards or longboards and lie down on them as if we were luging. we would ride down the hill, and on the way down, we would kick each other off the skateboards and stuff, the one who is left standing at the bottom of the hill won. It was sick, and it was called Blood Brawl. I know, kind of brutal for kids who ranged from 8-12 years old, but we were all guys, and it was always SO MUCH FUN. good times

Answer 6

I was 2 1/2 yrs old and my parents bought a duplex home and converted it to a one family. While we lived in another duplex. Mom would take us kids down to have a cook out with my dad when he took his supper break, we would stay with him for a while and if any of us kids went into the room with him working, he would pretend to hit our toes with his hammer and tell us we better get out of there.

Answer 7

My Mom used to let me sit in the laundry basket after she hung sheets out to dry, then give me a ride back to the house while pulling it along behind her. Sometimes she'd whirl me around in circles with it!! It was great fun. Can't do it anymore though. I am too big to fit in a laundry basket, and she is 76!!

Answer 8

My mom letting me eat soda & candy up in my room when dad said no.

Mom taking me to the lake swimming in the summer, and when it was time to go, I'd keep ducking under water acting like I didnt hear her. LOL

Family trips out of state.

Answer 9

Playing the game "Moon" (a domino game) with my brother, grandma, and grandpa, while eating Jiffy Pop popcorn and drinking welches grape juice.

Answer 10

Cookie day! When I was little all of my aunts and their children would come over my parents' house and we would make lots of cookies. We would decorate sugar cookies until we were exhaused. One year we accidently burned the cookies in the oven, they caught on fire (a little) and we had to use the fire extinguisher!