favorite childhood memories

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Not everyone had an idyllic childhood, and may not have too many happy memories that linger, but I think we all, no matter what our circumstances, have some memories of childhood that we think about, and cherish to this very day.

 

One of my favorite childhood memories is when I was thirteen years old.  I was picking strawberries on a hot summer afternoon in June.  Picking along side of me was the cutest girl, the same age as me, that I had ever seen.  Her hypnotizing, sky blue eyes,  looking into mine, she offered me a drink of her lemonaid.  That's all it took!

 

On that hot summer day in June is when I realized that girls were really not so terrible.  On that hot summer afternoon in June, I was bitten, not by a mosquito, but by the 'love bug'. 

 

 

Would anyone like to share a favorite childhood memory?

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SO many!! Times I spent with my father and his family. Times I spent with my mother, stepfather and their family's. Times I spent with friends. I cherish them ALL.

 

And for the last 18 months because of intrusive memories, every single memory has come flooding in like they all happened yesterday.  I can hear them, feel them smell them but I can't go back, and my mind doesn't see the present or future, only the past.

 

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SO many!! Times I spent with my father and his family. Times I spent with my mother, stepfather and their family's. Times I spent with friends. I cherish them ALL.

 

And for the last 18 months because of intrusive memories, every single memory has come flooding in like they all happened yesterday.  I can hear them, feel them smell them but I can't go back, and my mind doesn't see the present or future, only the past.

 

 

Sometimes the sweet memories of our past is what keeps us going.

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P.J. You have some of the most endearing(and hilarious)posts! Thank you!

 

So many wondrous childhood memories.  Here's one:

 

Not knowing that all men did not cook, sew, iron, and do dishes. My beloved Dad and Grandfather both did all of those things and more! Imagine my shock when going to my friends' homes and their Dads did none of those things.

 

P.S. Dad was a 6'5" basketball star, athlete, war hero.

      Grandpa was a 6' oilfield gauger, carpenter, and also a war hero.

 

How I miss them. 

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Going to the lake with my dad to watch the waves crash in...then we'd hunt for sea glass along the shore. 

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My Dad, stacking two full grain sacks in the drivers seat of the truck, placing me on the sacks so I could see and telling me to drive to the barn and turn the key off before I hit the fence a half mile away. He put it in low gear and I crawled to the barn. This is my only memory of a driving lesson. I wasn't in grade school yet.

 

Many hundreds of acrres so not much danger of getting into trouble. 

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One that I often think about is going to stay with my friend's family on their grandmother's farm in rural Virginia in the summer. Fording the river, swimming, running around in the sun in the fields, and spending time in the drafty old farmhouse with its huge rooms and high ceilings. Being bitten by horseflies and screaming. I always wish I could go back there.

Most of my best childhood memories are of trips I took with my parents or friends. Driving across the country in a U-haul to move to the west coast.

It's great to read everyone elses' happy memories

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This is a great idea PJ ... I want to hear more of these too.

 

For me it was visiting family in Northern British Columbia in summertime ... the forest industry is strong there.  I was a young teen and we would break away a log from the "whatchamacallit" and ride it down the river up to the bridge and then jump off and go right back and grab another and on and on thru out the day.  What joy!!!

 

The other favorite is from being a young teen and going roller skating with my Dad in the city.  I was real surprised that he wanted to come to the rollercade with us kids.  Was I ever shocked when he got me waltzing with him on those skates ... I never knew he was so talented. 

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I loved playing with our Great Danes, we had four...Baby, Heidi, Brutus, and Missie...they were my best friends...I could do anything with those dogs. I spread out a blanket on the floor, sit them down, gather books and play school with them...I was the teacher...first Id have them Pledge Allegiance to the Flag and then say a prayer lol...it was Catholic school. My daughter shares the name of one of them...husband wasnt too happy I named her after a dog... I lied and told him she was named after the book lol...   

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Teacher, 

 

Thank you for sharing with us the fond memories of your Dad, and your Grandpa.  What a fine example of what it means to be  real men; strong, yet gentle, and caring.  You were fortunate to have them in your life.

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Going to the lake with my dad to watch the waves crash in...then we'd hunt for sea glass along the shore. 

 

What a nice memory, Schatje.  I can picture the waves, and the colorful sea glass, shining like diamonds among the grains of sand.  Thank you

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Fliprain,

 

What a great image; a little girl sitting on those grain sacks, and 'driving' Dad's big truck . How proud you must have felt! 

 

Thanks for sharing

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Hi anago, 

 

You should be a writer. Your words painted such a  beautiful picture of serenity and contentment. We appreciate you sharing those wonderful childhood memories.

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Whoopsie, 

 

What fun you had!  Isn't it nice to look back, and recall such pleasant times in our lives when the innocence of youth was so precious, and life was not so complicated?

 

Reading these memories from people's childhood really warm our hearts, and lift our spirits.  Thank you for sharing yours; I hope many others do to.

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Colleen 

 

Four Great Danes, wow!  What a picture; you sitting there playing school with those big, lovable dogs.  You brought smiles to many faces with that precious childhood memory.  We all thank you very much for that.

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A life-long blessing for children is to fill them with warm memories of times together. Happy memories become treasures in the heart to pull out on the tough days of adulthood.

 

Charlotte Davis Kasl 

 

 

 

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A few weeks of several summers spent in France with mum and dad, my sister and our beautiful dog.  Lovely beaches, beautiful architecture, warm people, good food. 

Weekends in a little Bed & Breakfast in the Black Forrest.

Crawling into bed with my grandma in the morning and listening to her stories.

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A few weeks of several summers spent in France with mum and dad, my sister and our beautiful dog.  Lovely beaches, beautiful architecture, warm people, good food. 

Weekends in a little Bed & Breakfast in the Black Forrest.

Crawling into bed with my grandma in the morning and listening to her stories.

 

mmgc

 

Thanks for sharing; it's uplifting to read about happy times.

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Climbing into what we called "Fox holes" when a storm came. The storms we had when I was a kid were horrible.

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I spent a few weeks for a few summers visiting my grandparents in Missouri, which is a lot more hot and humid than CO.  At the complex they lived, there was a pool shaped like a moat around the club house.  We spent days at a time there and that's also where I had my first kiss (we were nine and trying to see if kissing under water was possible).  To this day, the combined smell of humidity, cigarettes (both of my grandparents smoked) and airconditioning, of all things lol, always brings me a sense of comfort.

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Aw, can I have more than one memory? WWWI's story reminded me of the comforting scents of horse manure and alfalfa hay.  Our barn was one of those huge 2 centuries ago barns. I spent as much time there as in the house.  What I would give to walk back into that barn again and get me a big ole lung full of animal smell.  :'(

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Aw, can I have more than one memory? WWWI's story reminded me of the comforting scents of horse manure and alfalfa hay.  Our barn was one of those huge 2 centuries ago barns. I spent as much time there as in the house.  What I would give to walk back into that barn again and get me a big ole lung full of animal smell.  :'(

 

Alfalfa, newly mown, and left to dry in the field by the hot summer sun.  Is there a sweeter scent? I think not. 

 

Eating ice-cold watermelon, summer vacations from school, playing scary games after dark, chasing fireflys on a hot summer night.  I think I will be a kid again.  There are times when my little niece thinks I still am.

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Climbing into what we called "Fox holes" when a storm came. The storms we had when I was a kid were horrible.

 

When we were kids around six or seven, we would play soldier, and pretend we were in foxholes. We didn't have the strength or the tools to dig a real one.

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I spent a few weeks for a few summers visiting my grandparents in Missouri, which is a lot more hot and humid than CO.  At the complex they lived, there was a pool shaped like a moat around the club house.  We spent days at a time there and that's also where I had my first kiss (we were nine and trying to see if kissing under water was possible).  To this day, the combined smell of humidity, cigarettes (both of my grandparents smoked) and airconditioning, of all things lol, always brings me a sense of comfort.

 

WWWI,

 

Was it possible to kiss under water?  .  It is so amazing how certain smells can trigger emotions, and memories.

 

Thanks for sharing

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I spent a few weeks for a few summers visiting my grandparents in Missouri, which is a lot more hot and humid than CO.  At the complex they lived, there was a pool shaped like a moat around the club house.  We spent days at a time there and that's also where I had my first kiss (we were nine and trying to see if kissing under water was possible).  To this day, the combined smell of humidity, cigarettes (both of my grandparents smoked) and airconditioning, of all things lol, always brings me a sense of comfort.

 

WWWI,

 

Was it possible to kiss under water?  .  It is so amazing how certain smells can trigger emotions, and memories.

 

Thanks for sharing

 

LOL yes we were successful, but that may have to do with the fact neither of us had a clue what french kissing was.  and yes, it iS amazing what smells trigger.  Like the smell of the evergreens in the mountains just after it rains.