Share Your Fondest Childhood Memory

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LindaB

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Share one of the happiest memories of your childhood.
I loved spending the night at my Nanny's house. (She was my beloved great-grandmother). I usually could spend the entire weekend with her and my great aunt who lived with her. They both spoiled me rotten. In the morning for breakfast Nanny would make me poached eggs on toast with, what she called "pearl tea." A little tea and lots of milk. Many times Nanny would put it on a tray and let me eat in bed! After I got up and dressed, she would pull out the cards and we would play Canasta, which she taught me how to play. Later we would take a short walk down to the end of her street to Lake Erie and sometimes go wading.
 

Like yourself, Linda, staying with my grandma and grandpa ranks right up there at the top as some of the most happiest and memorable childhood times by far!

There was no bed time schedule, I ate whatever I wanted, and grandma made all sort of really yummy things, many of which were made special just for me.

In many ways it felt as though there was no adult supervision, because grandma and grandpa were so easy going and care-free. I ran from morning until night, and then late into the night, grandma and I would sit at the kitchen table talking about all sorts of things over a cup of cocoa, and in the morning my favourite thing was to help grandma start a fire in the wood stove to heat up the kitchen.

It was one of those old white porcelain cook stoves, with the heavy cast iron plates on the cooking surface that you could lift using the chrome spring-like looking handle.

Oh the memories...
 
I never really knew my grandparents. My favourite memory but one that brings tears to my eyes was when I in grade two. It was a field trip day and we were going to the horse race track. Normally I walked to school by myself but this day I didn’t want to go so my mom offered to walk me.

When we got to the school , the bus was there ready to pick us up and when my mom brought me to the bus the driver said my mom could go if she wanted. I knew my mom didn’t want to go but my mom doesn’t normally walk me to school either so this was extra special for me. I got all teary eyed and my mom decided to go with us.

When we got to the race track she refused to get off the bus but I wasn’t allowed to stay with her. I had to go with my class to watch horses race. I cried and cried for my mom and don’t quite understand why. When we walked home I asked my mom why she didn’t get off the bus and she said she had a rip in her pants. To this day I’m not sure if it was true or not but the memory always haunts me in a bittersweet way.

I’m not sure why I find it my favourite memory.
Maybe because it was the first and only time she offered to walk me to school and the only reason she got in the bus was because I got all sentimental. My mom had some beautiful qualities about her. She never ever bragged about anything. She was very modest ... unlike me. 😛
 

Keesha said:
I never really knew my grandparents. My favourite memory but one that brings tears to my eyes was when I in grade two. It was a field trip day and we were going to the horse race track. Normally I walked to school by myself but this day I didn’t want to go so my mom offered to walk me.

When we got to the school , the bus was there ready to pick us up and when my mom brought me to the bus the driver said my mom could go if she wanted. I knew my mom didn’t want to go but my mom doesn’t normally walk me to school either so this was extra special for me. I got all teary eyed and my mom decided to go with us.

When we got to the race track she refused to get off the bus but I wasn’t allowed to stay with her. I had to go with my class to watch horses race. I cried and cried for my mom and don’t quite understand why. When we walked home I asked my mom why she didn’t get off the bus and she said she had a rip in her pants. To this day I’m not sure if it was true or not but the memory always haunts me in a bittersweet way.

I’m not sure why I find it my favourite memory.
Maybe because it was the first and only time she offered to walk me to school and the only reason she got in the bus was because I got all sentimental. My mom had some beautiful qualities about her. She never ever bragged about anything. She was very modest ... unlike me. 😛
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Wow - a school trip to a horse racing track? Here, we go to museums! Different strokes for different folks, I guess!
 
My fondest memories are of my father as he taught me how to read and to comprehend the material, including "reading between the lines."

My earliest memories are of him tucking me in and bringing out a big book of fairytales. As I grew and my reading skills developed, we would sit for hours going through National Geographic magazines. We would then research words that were unfamiliar in the huge dictionary and look up additional information in the encyclopedia. Much to my mother's dismay, we also devoured the newspapers at the dinner table.

When I had my own children, I often said: I don't care if you don't do well in your classes, as long as you learn how to read!
 
I have soo many wonderful childhood memories. One that has been on my mind lately is when I was 5yrs old and my much older brother got married and then they had a baby boy. I remember like it was yesterday the first day I saw him and how I fell in love with him. I also remember some of my school friends were jealous because I was an Aunt at 5yrs old.
 
Pinky said:
It must have been cool to watch the horses race! I would have loved that :)
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It was quite exciting for a 7 year old. They were some of the finest horses I’ve ever seen. Very toned and muscular. Our school had amazing trips. We went camping for a week and went out west to Vancouver - a 2 week trip. I was very lucky.
 
Keesha said:
It was quite exciting for a 7 year old. They were some of the finest horses I’ve ever seen. Very toned and muscular. Our school had amazing trips. We went camping for a week and went out west to Vancouver - a 2 week trip. I was very lucky.
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West Van is a very nice area. Great school trips. I never went on any that I can recall .. oh, a ballet at the theatre.
 
As a child the best times were when we'd go to a river and spend the entire day swimming, eating and enjoying one another's company. One aunt would actually cook beans; that's how long a time we'd spend at the river. She'd make the best beans. Watermelons were always so delicious. Amazing how we didn't get sick with what we ate while at the river for so many hours. Watermelons were put in the water to keep them cool.

Another fun time was going to the zoo in San Antonio with relatives. Fun times that I will never forget.

My grandma never was that sweet/kind; she'd never ask us to spend the night. lol She did try to teach me how to sew.
 
Keesha said:
It was quite exciting for a 7 year old. They were some of the finest horses I’ve ever seen. Very toned and muscular. Our school had amazing trips. We went camping for a week and went out west to Vancouver - a 2 week trip. I was very lucky.
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Your school system was obviously much more progressive than ours locally! I took a group of senior citizens to the local horse racing track and had some of their family members hassle me because I allowed them to place one dollar bets!
 
I'm having trouble deciding between two somewhat similar memories both related to sleep. The first was waking up from a dream where I dreamed I was flying and it was so realistic I almost believed it actually happened. The second was a time I went to bed and it felt like I closed my eyes and then immediately opened them and it was time to wake up. It was as if no time had passed. I only had that happen one other time during my life and each time it was very cool.
 
I have many fond memories of going out fishing with my family in my father's small boat. He had a small wooden sailboat with motor (minus the sails). The seats were two benches on either side and the boat was wide and seaworthy. Usually when we headed home in late afternoon, the wind and waves would be kicking up, and my dad always made me (the youngest) sit on the floor under the poop deck to stay dry and safe. Good memories. He named his boat the SeaBreeze.
 
Pinky said:
West Van is a very nice area. Great school trips. I never went on any that I can recall .. oh, a ballet at the theatre.
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Em in Ohio said:
Your school system was obviously much more progressive than ours locally! I took a group of senior citizens to the local horse racing track and had some of their family members hassle me because I allowed them to place one dollar bets!
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I was very fortunate to be raised in the area I was. There was so much opportunity and fun kids to play with. Our day trips were normally simple places like Billy Bee Honey, the science centre, Maple Leaf Farms. Simple stuff . That was in kindergarten to 6.
Then grade 7 & 8 was 1/2 a mile further and the day trips got more exciting as well as the year end trips.

We lived at the edge of a subdivision so we had farm land right behind us. School life for me was actually exciting. I’m also really grateful to go to a high school that offered all the courses it did. Not everyone got to take music, art, woodworking & home economics.

Yes our school system was certainly progressive. The teachers were awesome too.

Great memories I had camping with my family which we did every year. We had a canoe with a small motor at the back. We did a lot of fun stuff.
 
My Mom took us down the Shore every summer....My Dad was in the National Guard and in summer he had to go to New York State for
Big Wack for 2 weeks.....

I remember the little cottage...Just me, my cousin, my little brother and my Mom....I'll never forget the fun time...

When Dad came home, we all had a Barbeque in our backyard, with my cousin and her Mom and Dad, and her older brother...
They lived across the street from my family for many years....

My cousin was in my wedding and I was in her wedding....She Baptized my son and I Baptized her daughter....

We went to the same school's till we graduated High School....We did everything together...I miss her....She lives up North
and I live down South....But we talk on phone...

When I got married, we moved....But we still talk almost every week....
 
Every Sunday dad would take us to the Sav-On drug store which had ice cream cones for a nickel (1950’s). He would always ask me what kind of chocolate ice cream I wanted. Course I would jump up and down screaming I wanted vanilla, which was my favorite.
 
Holidays every third summer in the Arizona mountains. My family owned 4 acres in a pine/aspen forest near the tiny town of Greer. We had a campsite and the environment was utterly different than the city where we lived.....a long way from Arizona. I could roam around in the woods observing an ecosystem unlike what I was accustomed to.....I didn't know the word ecosystem but I could sure see the fascinating differences between a temperate alpine forest and the tropical countryside around Hong Kong.
 
This isn't a childhood memory

But this thread reminded me of yet another poster of mine...

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"Days" - that would be spending the weekend at my grandmother's house. She liked to do things "nicely"......we never ate cheeze doodles out of a bag, they were put in a crystal bowl on a silver tray. And drinking 7-Up out of a bottle? Horrors! We had our "cocktails" in martini glasses with a cherry and a little paper umbrella. It was so fun pretending we were sophisticated ladies.

"Day" - Disneyland when I was ten. My grandparents took me out to California to visit relatives and WE WENT TO DISNEYLAND! Magic, magic, magic. I'll never forget my first sight of it.
 
Gary O' said:
This isn't a childhood memory

But this thread reminded me of yet another poster of mine...

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Fishermen know how to hold their rods... just like carpenters know how to use their hammers, just like... well, you get the picture.
 

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