Do you ever think about when you were a child?

Rarely. When I was a child I didn't give music much thought, except when in school.

The music teacher came around to our room and taught us some songs and explained the music
notes on the staff. I just wanted to get out onto the playground.
 
Bairnsang, by Liz Lochhead

it wis January
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood
birled a scarf aroon ma neck
pu'ed oan ma pixie an' my pawkies
it wis that bitter
said noo ye'll no starve
gie'd me a wee kiss and a kid-oan skelp oan the bum
and sent me aff across the playground
tae the place Ah'd learn to say
it was January
and a really dismal day
the first day I went to school
so my mother wrapped me up in my
best navy-blue top coat with the red tartan hood,
twirled a scarf around my neck,
pulled on my bobble-hat and mittens
it was so bitterly cold
said now you won't freeze to death
gave me a little kiss and a pretend slap on the bottom
to the place I'd learn to forget to say
it wis January
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood,
birled a scarf aroon ma neck,
pu'ed oan ma pixie an' ma pawkies
it wis that bitter.

Oh saying it was one thing
but when it came to writing it
in black and white
the way it had to be said
was as if you were posh, grown-up, male, English and dead.
 
For me it's "Yellow Submarine", I was a kid when that came out but it's the first one I recognized...and Cream, Hendrix, The Animals...my big brother was in a band with these ginourmous speakers in the basement. He'd go down to play after I was in bed and I would go to sleep with the walls vibrating...another that stands out is "In the White Room".
 
I don't generally associate many good memories with my childhood so I rarely if ever think about it. Not that I had nearly as bad a time as some of the other ladies here, but those memories have just a general feeling of nothingness. Father was an alcoholic, mother suffered from an abiding need to control everything and after my dad dumped us, welfare, followed by a few years living in 'the projects'. Rather not go tripping down that memory lane for the most part.
 
Sliverfox said:
Music doesn't bring back childhood memories,smells of water ,, sounds of bullfrogs at night, fire flies.
Garden fresh veggies,, flowers,, barn yard smells,,,,lol.
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I grew up on a farm and my memories are like those of Silverfox.
We didn't have any luxuries but had a home to live in and vegetables and fruits
to eat. We also had farm chores to do after school every day.
 
Helping in my parents' garden, picking and shelling peas while sitting on the grass in the sunshine; watching/helping my mother bake on a Saturday afternoons; playing with my cousins in the living room after big holiday dinners while the grownups played cards.
 
I don't remember paying a lot of attention to music as a kid - except nursery songs - until I was about 11. So the early Beatles brings me back to that age.
 
The smell of rain...yes it does have a smell. My parents didn't get central air until I left home. In the summer they would open the garage door and set up lawn chairs. We'd cool off with the breeze, or sit and watch it rain. Maybe have dinner too...simple times.
 
fureverywhere said:
For me it's "Yellow Submarine", I was a kid when that came out but it's the first one I recognized...and Cream, Hendrix, The Animals...my big brother was in a band with these ginourmous speakers in the basement. He'd go down to play after I was in bed and I would go to sleep with the walls vibrating...another that stands out is "In the White Room".
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Yes, yes, yes. Music brings back so many pleasant memories. My favorite is Itchycoo Park. Good Morning Starshine. Tuesday Afternoon. Hair. I feel so young and happy when I listen to these songs. It's really healing. :eek:
 
I have a lot of fond childhood memories, and I sometimes think about them. Two of my siblings passed on before they ever became seniors, so I sometimes think of my special days with them too. No particular song, but a few we used to hear on the radio back in the late 50s. My father used to sing along a little bit to some of them or whistle, he whistled beautifully for me, wild bird sounds. :sentimental:
 
Many times I think about when I was a child. My first music memory was playing a musical instrument in kindergarten. Have always loved music. Great mood enhancer. Childhood memories come to mind mostly when my grandchildren are around as they did when my children were young. Seems they always say or do something to bring back a memory.
 
I often think about when I was a child. Try to remember the good memories not the bad ones. Not that the bad ones are all that bad. I'm glad I was a child in the decade when I was, when kids played outside all around the neighborhood, all the parents knew all the kids (and all the other parents), and we could ride bikes and walk to each other's houses, and the store, and when we went places in the car it didn't take 10 minutes for our parents to "install" us -- they just opened the door and we climbed in and sat down, no car seats, no seatbelts (no AC either!). In the summertime we went to the pool right after the breakfast dishes were done (no dw to just load and leave), and came home in time to get supper on the table, then we might go back after supper some nights.

As to childhood music, both my parents were musical so they taught us to love music, and taught us songs. I got my first guitar when I was about 4. We had a music teacher in school and I was also in the children's choir at church. So I grew up on everything from the big band sound to old hymns to American Bandstand to the Beatles.
 
Guitarist said:
I often think about when I was a child. Try to remember the good memories not the bad ones. Not that the bad ones are all that bad. I'm glad I was a child in the decade when I was, when kids played outside all around the neighborhood, all the parents knew all the kids (and all the other parents), and we could ride bikes and walk to each other's houses, and the store, and when we went places in the car it didn't take 10 minutes for our parents to "install" us -- they just opened the door and we climbed in and sat down, no car seats, no seatbelts (no AC either!). In the summertime we went to the pool right after the breakfast dishes were done (no dw to just load and leave), and came home in time to get supper on the table, then we might go back after supper some nights.

As to childhood music, both my parents were musical so they taught us to love music, and taught us songs. I got my first guitar when I was about 4. We had a music teacher in school and I was also in the children's choir at church. So I grew up on everything from the big band sound to old hymns to American Bandstand to the Beatles.
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Lol. You started playing guitar at 4 yrs old? That's pretty awesome. My family loved music too and it was an important part of my upbringing. Everyone is a singer though, some are pianists too, and we've got one drummer and a trombone player. :eek:
 
I look back on my childhood frequently. They were hard times, very hard. I was passed from foster parents to more foster parents (I had a total of 7 mothers and 8 fathers), and they were all as poor as church mice. I was born during the Second World War, and the bombs were falling thick and fast. I lived in the greatest poverty you could ever imagine.

However, kids don't know when they are poor. They are often hungry and cold, and they don't know how the better off children live. They accept drunken fathers and filthy living conditions as part of everyday life. They accept life and death, and terrible diseases as normal.

My childhood was just as wondrous as yours, and they were - in many ways - the best times of my life.

I reminisce of those days with great fondness, and occasionally write about them. I can still smell the pungency of cordite, I can still hear the growl of the bombers and the deep thumps as the bombs crashed into the houses. I can vividly remember the childhood laughter, the laughter of innocence, the street games we played, of the old people who faded away into history.

My childhood years were full of experiences, and I would never want to swap them out.
 
Yes. I had a loving but very strange childhood. I don't want to get into that right now.Within the past year or so I have a recurring memory of when I was a small boy. We were on vacation in the country, staying in a small, linoleum sided one room cottage built by my grandfather. It was a pleasant day. I was alone, lying on a cot with sunshine coming through a small window high above me. I was playing a record of the Zampa and William Tell overtures on a hand crank Victrola. Its such an insignificant, unspectacular memory, I don't know why its suddenly popped up. I do recall a feeling of "all's right with the world" at the time. Its become a regular stop for my mind when its in escape mode and I'm trying to fall asleep.
 
Hanfonious said:
My childhood years were full of experiences, and I would never want to swap them out.
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That's a good way to look at it. As a youngster in the 50's I associate music with happy times, radio shows, mom singing in the choir, me later in the children's choir, parades, marching bands and sing-alongs on road trips. (Back then a road trip was likely 20 miles to the nearest town that had a doctor and Woolworth's store.) My parents sang in the car, where I learned tunes like "You Are My Sunshine," "Yes, We Have No Bananas" and "Barney Google."

Hey, I just realized there was a Google long before GOOGLE.
 
:)

Barney Google and Snuffy Smith. I don't think I ever saw Barney Google in the comic strip. "Barney Google, with the goo-goo-googly eyes ... " my parents used to sing that line from that song.

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Guitarist said:
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Barney Google and Snuffy Smith. I don't think I ever saw Barney Google in the comic strip. "Barney Google, with the goo-goo-googly eyes ... " my parents used to sing that line from that song.

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Oh wow! Thanks, Guitarist! I just spent a couple of moments with my Pop. He was big on the "funny papers". I remember Barney Google and the song very well. I was 6 years old again for a couple of minutes.
 

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