Favorite childhood memory...

[CeeCee]

Mine are what we called monkey vines. I lived in a new subdivision and behind us were woods and these trees that had perfect vines hanging from them, I think I spent almost all my time there between the ages of 9-12.

Those woods were our playground and it was great til they stated building more houses and after a few years all the woods were gone.

 

[Vivjen]

I have a lot of good memories,(and some bad ones.)

Swimming with my Dad in the Atlantic Ocean, he turned blue it was so cold!

Playing tennis in the back garden, using my little sister as a net...

 

[Pappy]

Putting on daredevil shows for my family. Riding the bike over ramps and going no hands. Must have been fun as I have the scar on my elbow to prove it.

kinda like the little bike rider named Hans. One day he rode his bike right over a 100 foot cliff. His little brother went running into the house yelling, "Look mom, no Hans.":lame:

 

[That Guy]

Riding my first wave!

 

[Mrs. Robinson]

Spending every weekend at the lake where I now live. Being free to just wander in the surrounding mountains or fish for Bluegill from the pier or go searching for arrowheads in the volcanic ash. Very lucky to have been able to make these memories. Of course,once adolescence hit,we did NOT want to go to the lake every weekend! If you had told me then that someday I would actually want to move here I would have said you were NUTS!

 

[Ina]

The second week of my first year in school, we were shown the school library. A whole new world opened up for me. A world where I could be safe, and no one could touch me.nthego:

 

[Judi.D]

Growing up we would go picnicking in graveyards. I know it sounds a little crazy. It started with my mother wanting to find her great grandfathers grave. He died at the battle of Gettysburg, and was buried in one of the towns surrounding the battlefield. On Sundays Mom would buy a quart of chocolate milk, box of saltine crackers, cheese and a bag of apples. We would pick a town and go to the cemetery. We would walk around and read the gravestones. There is a lot of history in old cemeteries, and I really enjoyed it. We finally found his grave, but continued visiting cemeteries for years.

I actually enjoyed it so much that years later I found a great math unit that taught math using a cemetery. I worked up an entire lesson plan for the month of October where I taught every subject connected somehow to cemeteries. The kids loved it. Some of my former students still see me and always mention how much they enjoyed the cemetery units.

When I travel to a new place I always take time to visit the towns oldest cemeteries.

 

[gar]

When I was a kid I made sling shots, rafts for creeks, whittled wood, made a bow and arrows,
swam in a public pool, ride my bike, roller skated. Never a dull moment.
Great child hood and lots of friends as well.

 

[Happyflowerlady]

I think I pretty much enjoyed most things about my childhood. It is hard to choose a favorite, but I think that the weekend fishing/camping trips would run neck-to-neck with the horseback riding.
We used to go camping almost every nice weekend during the summer. Mom would maked fried chicken and potato salad, Grandpa Bailey and my dad would load the boat up on top of the car, and we would drive out some pokey little dirt road, to a sparkling lake hidden back in the woods somewhere.
Mom cooked the fish we caught right over the campfire in an old cast iron skillet, and we even had them along with hotcakes and eggs, for breakfast. All in all, it was a great part of my growing up memories.

I can't remember not loving horses, and spent my early years hanging out at the nearby horse corral, until my folks finally got me a Welsh Pony at age 11. After that, I pretty much lived on or around my horse. I was in 4-H, and had a full sized horse for that, went on trail rides, rode in the Spokane Lilac Parade, and had lots of fun at the summer Gymkhanas (playdays).
Later, I raised my first filly, a beautiful pinto, and she became my 4H project, and later, my preferred horse to ride.
My kids grew up about the same way, since we always took them fishing and they all had their own pony when we went horseback riding.

 

[Ina]

Happy, that sounds like great memories. :coolthumb:

 

[Sassycakes]

My Parents both came from large families so I have many many cousins. Many of us living very close to one another,so I was never lonely. Every July we went on vacation and
and many of them all were there on vacation too. Going to the Boardwalk riding the rides,days at the beach and of course before calling it a night we all went to have Ice cream.(of course my sister always had to steal some of mine).

 

[Cookie]

I'll always remember the flavour of an ice creamcycle I had as a kid on a hot summer day that was so delicious that I'm always hoping to find it again, something like a cross between pineapple, mango, banana, coconut, maybe pina colada, I don't know. I'm still on the lookout for it.

 

[NancyNGA]

The last day of school in the spring before summer vacation. It was usually only a half day, and about all we did was turn in our textbooks.

 

[Shalimar]

I fondly remember clambering atop the roof of the Sea Cadet building, which was adjacent to my childhood home by the sea, and pelting those residents deemed mean to children with squishy tomatoes as they drove by. It was glorious!

 

[Debby]

Putting on daredevil shows for my family. Riding the bike over ramps and going no hands. Must have been fun as I have the scar on my elbow to prove it.

kinda like the little bike rider named Hans. One day he rode his bike right over a 100 foot cliff. His little brother went running into the house yelling, "Look mom, no Hans.":lame:

Maybe lame, sort of, but it made me smile and snicker so thanks for that Pappy! One snicker a day at the minimum keeps Debby from turning into a permanent sour puss layful:

 

[chic]

My parents took me and my best friend to the beach (ocean) and we swam out so far past the jetty we couldn't see the bottom anymore. A young guy who was snorkeling popped up and at first it scared us but but then we all laughed and talked and treaded water until swimming back to shore together. This was before the "Jaws" movie scared me to death about swimming in the ocean. I miss that. Love the ocean and childhood memories of it.

 

[Ameriscot]

My cousins and other relatives from Michigan coming to visit us when we lived in Jax, Florida. Going to the beach with them.

Visiting my grandmother's cousin's farm and hiding in the corn rows, riding a bike down the dirt track to the barn. Iced tea on the front porch.

My great aunt's big old house and sitting on the front porch watching the big ships go past down the St. Clair River. Laying in her hammock, or swinging on the front porch, or in one of the big wicker rocking chairs. Exploring the attic with all the trunks.

 

[Bobw235]

Hard to name just one (I was blessed to have had what I consider to be a very good childhood), but here are a few that come to mind. Playing all kinds of sports with my best friends from the neighborhood. There was touch football in the backyard (and sometimes tackle until we realized that without pads, someone could get seriously hurt), basketball in my driveway at all hours (must have driven the neighbors nuts hearing that bouncing ball), hockey on this tiny pond way out in the woods. Camping out in a homemade tent in the backyard. Going fishing with my dad on the lake where we spent the summers. The annual Memorial Day family picnic. All the relatives from my mom's side of the family would gather at our aunt's home for an all day picnic. It was so much fun; so many relatives, my late grandfather presiding over the stone barbecue in the backyard, cooking hotdogs and hamburgers for the crowd. Good times.