What is one of YOUR favorite Childhood memory?

Question

...mine is diving off from a rock in the middle of WAIMEA BAY,
then, I thought it was a 100' high, today it's still 12'...hmmm.

TO ALL:
"So many wonderful memories, isn't it
just special..."-Scooter.

I agree, each a treasured moment shared with us, thank YOU, one and all.

...the pleasure is mine, ndnquah, thank YOU and all.

...why? Ravenfeather, I guess if you can't
deal with it physically, they knowing that,
will do what they want with immunity and
without respect.

a thank YOU, for the interest and support
to: curious connie, Eileen B, Jersey Girl
in E, Maisie. Happy, mydearsie, SapphireB, and Scooter and everyone,
for remembering and sharing with us...
w00t!!!...life is short, let's enjoy it!
Thank YOU...

Answer 1

I grew up in New York City and Jersey.....my favorite memory is the very first time my Dad took me to a NY Yankees game. Daddy always called me "Princess" (he even bought me a rhinestone tiara which I kept on my dresser but never really wore) and he was always my Prince Charming. Baseball was something we shared that was special, just Daddy and me!

Back in the 50's baseball on TV, like everything else was in black and white and we watched those games religiously! I was 7 years old when my Dad decided I was alert enough to sit in his company's 'box seats' in the lower section between home and 1st base and avoid flying bats or foul balls.

We took the subway and elevator train into the stadium, the South Bronx a very dark and grey part of the city, even during the day. We traversed the lower darkness of the stadium and ultimately walked through the tunnel into the stadium. I brought my baseball mitt along in the hope of catching a foul ball!

I remember vividly walking into the sunshine and seeing the bright GREEN field with my beloved Yankees on the field warming up in their pins stripes. My breathe caught, I was paralyzed, literally frozen, mezmerized at this sight. Daddy was behind me, and I remember him nudging me a bit and saying: "Are you ok Princess? Let's get to our seats."

I don't remember who the Yanks played that day or even if they won or lost.....but that special moment lives in my mind forever. Daddy was stolen from us by a sudden heart attack only 7 years later but I will always cherish those Yankee games we had together and our special bond.

Thanks for asking this question. It brought back a special memory and thoughts of a extraordinary man that I still mourn desparately even after all these years.

Answer 2

That would have to be several years ago, have know ideal of how old I was at the time. But I know that I was pretty young at the time. My parents and I went on vacation to Colorado to visit my aunt and uncle. While we were there, we came across a place called Tiny Town, I was so cute. I will never forget that place. I even wanted to come home and make my own Tiny Town here. And I still might do that one of these days.

It was all "doll houses" that were in Tiny Town. There was a court house, barber shop, grocery store, etc. Any kind of store that you would see in a town. There were tiny streets and stop signs. I think there was even a tiny train that went threw the town. There was a housing addition there as well as little people and animals, a farm. It had little telephone poles with wire, street lights, tiny trees, and side walks. It was just like we were giants in a town. I love miniature stuff any way so that I was in heaven being there!

I decided to look it up, and they do have a web site for Tiny Town if any one would like to see it. It has grown a lot since we were there. Now you can even ride on a tiny train through the town.

Answer 3

Our family farm was on a large one farm island in the middle of a fairly large river between Oregon and Idaho. Our nearest neighbor was a mile away on a different island so we were free to roam. I loved fishing but never had a rod and reel until I was an adult. I would cut a willow pole and sneak some fishing line to tie on it as well as a hook. I had to dig my own worms and put them on the hook.
Often on Sunday some of my parent's friends would come and we would have a picnic on the river bank. I put two of my fishing lines in the water and stuck the poles firmly in the bank (one could do that legally then) and went off to eat some good food. A few minutes later I heard a loud splash which reminded me to check my lines. I picked up the first pole and really had a hard time pulling the fish in to the bank. It was a huge carp which was considered to be a trash fish in our area. Then I pulled the other in with the same results. Those two fish were HUGE especially to a 10 year old girl. My Dad came and picked them up. He was 6 ft tall and they came to above his ear and dragged on the ground. I was really proud of my catch! I still love to fish, especially in Alaska.

Answer 4

My favorite childhood memory was watching my baby brother compete in a "special olympics" games. He was brain damaged from a car accident, where my mother was hit by a drunk driver, and she wound up paralyzed, in a wheel chair the rest of her life. Anyway, she continued on as the mother of the house, and made sure that my brother, Artie, was no different from any of us other kids. He played sports with a group of other kids who also had problems, and one year they entered a state competition similar to what is now "special olympics". They competed in swimming, track and field, soccer, and some other sports. But, they all cooperated with each other and cheered for each other, and helped each other out as though they did not realize or care that they were in a competition. They had a blast, and when the awards were given out, they just cheered for each other and hugged each other, not caring about whose team or which individual won.

Answer 5

Definatley going to our cabin. My dad in the early 70's bought a hole in the wall fishing cabin and over a period of years really fixed it up and we LOVED going there. Every weekend I can remember hearing the cooler being packed and loading up the car to take that hour long drive. It was in the country so I loved the atmosphere , stayed up late fishing with my Dad , sitting by the bon-fire , getting up early and going swimming in the creek , and taking our little motor boat out during the day...I would not have traded those weekends for anything. Greatest part was getting some change from my Dad and walking up to the little burger shop and getting onion rings and a chocolate milkshake. I was not allowed to do that at home as we grew up right near the city. Great memories!

Answer 6

One of my most favorite is the summer I spent hanging out with my grandmother at her house in St. Paul (age 4 or 5)...playing with her dog, going across the street to the park, finding pennies and nickles on her carpet and walking down to the corner store and buying 5 cent candy bars, bubble gum (2 for a penny) and popsicles. Generally feeling happy and contented being with her.

Why do you think people are giving bad ratings to other people's memories?????

Answer 7

So many wonderful memories here, isn't it just special! Mine was riding bare back on my horse Lightening as Grandfather would lead him down our country lane, all the while telling me Bible stories. Every single night Grampa and I would either go for a walk or, sit in the loft of the barn, or he would lead my little pony down the lane. During falling star season, we would put up cots in the yard and sleep out. He always made time for us! What a special man he was! He was the only man in my life who was normal, or didn't try to hurt me in some way... I only had him for 12 years, off and on, depending on my mothers whims! I loved him dearly, and I always will!

Answer 8

Mine is going to the drive in movies on family night- setting lawn chairs up- popcorn and kool aid. Seeing an Elvis double feature or something like a Dean Jones movie.

Answer 9

In the mid 1950s my parents took us to the Grand Canyon for Labor Day Weekend. Dad rented a cabin. We had such a good time together. We fed deer by the side of the road, saw the entire south rim. Spectacular, even at my age (12), I was impressed. We saw the mules and got to feed and pet them. That mini vacation has always stood out in my mind.

Answer 10

Riding the train from Oregon to Virginia every summer to spend a month at Grandma's house in the country with all the animals and cousins and aunts and uncles and the wonderful food she cooked. Trains were awesome then, club cars and fancy bathrooms and waiters in ties and tails and crystal and silver on the tables and pretty china. High light, holding down the flusher on the toilet and watching the tracks go by---pretty funny 'eh??!!!