If you could pick just one special childhood memory what would you pick?

Answer 1

im debating on telling this cause some people on here are so mean but any how my special childhoodmemory was December 14th I was 8 y/o My aunt drove from another state not too far away and surprised us mom me and 5 brothers with a car full of groceries and gifts for us kids. The whole family i guess pitched in to help us because my mom had cancer and was going to the hospital on xmas (ws there for 10 wks)
I remember screaming through the house saying "our fridge is full " i was so excited i wanted to put everything up.
My dad left my mom she took care of 6 kids im the youngest. I learned alot from that day
how important family is
a whole lot of things that i use now as a parent too much to mention here. so yes thats my special childhood memory. i have pictures of that day. poloroids i keep one on my fridge to keep me focused!

Answer 2

I would pick my short time in paradise back when I was 11. We moved and everything was perfect at least for a little while. Perfect weather, worry-free, so openhearted, no problems or regret. It was nice. But it didn't last. 9 days later hell broke loose when we had a close family member die. Never have seen worse after that day. I miss him soooo much. But I would pick the paradise memory over any other. After all my childhood sucked. I still find confort amongst that memory. And I probably always will.

Answer 3

Walking barefoot on a hot summer's day on the dirt road I lived on going down to the corner store to buy an orange pop and drinking it on the way home. I would be about 6 or 7 years old. Life was sweet.

Answer 4

I would pick christmas with my family. Childhood was so innocent. Everyone wishes to relive it. I remember when I was little. I felt like I had no obligations. Those were the good days.

Answer 5

i changed into 9 years previous at the same time as my brother lied about his age (He changed into very tall for a 16 twelve months previous..) and joined The Royal Horse Artillery. This changed into 1943. He fought all by ability of the North Africa campaign, up into Sicily, Italy and into Germany. In mid-40 5 He grew to develop right into a Translator (He spoke German) and interrogated Nazi SS officials. He got here abode January 1946 and we were so satisfied to work out him decrease back, tall, tanned, a strapping soldier virtually twenty years previous. He presented us all a wrist-watch that He were given by ability of swapping tins of Bully pork..! yet we cared a lot less about the watches than the actual undeniable reality that He made it and changed into danger-free and sound. satisfied, satisfied circumstances.

Answer 6

It was Sunday, Father’s day, and I didn’t want to be there. Who cuts wood in the middle of June? I argued, as well as a 12 year old boy can argue with his father, but my words were deftly quelled, and there I was in the back of a pick up truck on a Sunday morning with a cooler full of lunch and an old gray box full of chains and chain oil and I remember the smell of that old gray box, the smell of power it had, the power to help a neighbor and the power to heat a home and I remember thinking that it was somehow important to my father to be here so I embraced it and I watched everything and I learned.
The world became ours, my world, my father’s world, we owned it, we were in charge, we made the rules, and we worked together and everyone I saw that day was in our world and I watched them, knowing my father would dictate what was to be done and how to do it and I was his helper and he instructed them and assured them and nothing, nothing, nothing could go wrong or happen to me when I was in that world.
So we dropped that huge elm that grew too close to the barn, and the rope held true and the tree fell true and there was cheering and I was proud and my father held me and laughed and we cut that old tree to pieces and the chainsaw roared and the sawdust flew and that smell was the greatest smell on earth, the power of it overwhelmed us and my father and I ruled the world on that day with our ropes and our chains and oils and cooler full of lunch and I remember thinking how happy I was because I spent father’s day alone with my dad and nobody else existed in that world that we had created.
And months later, when the high pitched whine of burning elm filled the living room my father said “That’s that tree we dropped at Clymer’s place, remember that David?”
And I said yes, I remembered.

Answer 7

Being daddy's little tom boy out at the gun range lol. It sounds odd but it was our place and our time and nothing could bring us down. And it was so fun to see the look on my dads face when he found out that his 10 year old little girl had a better shot than him lol.

Answer 8

going fishin' with my dad,when I was 8-9 yrs old. He always brought bologna sandwiches,chips,and cokes to drink. I was the baby of 7,so this was big back then(early 70s),for a dad to spend time with just one kid at a time.He died 20 yrs ago,but i will always remember goin fishin'

Answer 9

The times we went to grandma's house.
Eating White Castles.
My aunt taking us to the park.
Playing cards.
Eating stale potato chips.
Lots of good memories...........

Answer 10

that's a tough one.....
I will have to say any one of the Sundays my father and I would pick up my grandmother for church and a day of anything she wanted to do.