Remember when you were little?

[geishaGirl]

What fond memories do you have from when you were a kid?


I vividly remember walking through the corn fields with my Dad and younger sister Mum was always worried about snakes being in there but I thought my Dad was big and strong and he'd protect us from anything

 

[Woodmiester]

I remember in 5th grade being dared to grope the girl that developed her tits before the others, and dumbass me did it and got slapped. I also remember hers seeming to be huge but upon HS graduation she had a A cup at best not that small boobs are bad at all <evil grin>

 

[JennyOmanHill]

What fond memories do you have from when you were a kid?

I vividly remember walking through the corn fields with my Dad and younger sister Mum was always worried about snakes being in there but I thought my Dad was big and strong and he'd protect us from anything

I have many, but the one I thought of when I read your post, gG, was Wednesday afternoons!

When I was in elementary school (a Catholic one), Wednesdays were half-day rapid dismissals (so that public school children could receive religious instruction).

Anyway, we would exit in fire-drill style, and I would love finding my Grandfather waiting on the opposite corner! Seeing him meant we were off on an adventure, usually a trip into the City for something special (ice show; movie; dinner)!

 

[Missingmeds]

Maple sap, straight from the boiler, poured into the snow. What a sticky, sweet treat that was. Like a maple sap stick and really cold.

 

[done_got_old]

I remember my great-grandfather taking me for rides in his buggy. I thought it was a horse, but later found out it was a mule.

 

[wanderer2704]

I remember helping my father in the garden and sticking a large garden fork in my foot. There was blood everywhere and I had to be rushed to hospital to have some stitches. I think that's why I now have a phobia about gardening.

 

[done_got_old]

I remember helping my father in the garden and sticking a large garden fork in my foot. There was blood everywhere and I had to be rushed to hospital to have some stitches. I think that's why I now have a phobia about gardening.

OUCH!

 

[wanderer2704]

OUCH!

Yes it hurt like hell - probably why I haven't forgotten it! lol

 

[SweetErika]

Many adventures and creating things with my mom...driving 45 minutes to buy milk and bread at the local dairy and bakery, picking berries all day and making pies, talking and playing games during the half-hour drive to school, swimming in the lake for hours in the summer, homemade playdoh and pudding finger paints (we could have bought these things, but making them was much more fun).

My other best memories come from raising hell with my best friend...riding bikes, swinging from cedar trees, creating silly stories, and someone told us about the Pet Rock fad a decade or two earlier, so we collected rocks, painted faces on them carefully, and sold them in the neighborhood (we thought we had quite the business idea when people actually paid $0.25 or $0.50 or OMG $2.00 for them).

 

[TantaLiza]

I remember dancing around the room to Elvis on 45s.... playin in the algey at the bottom of the creek in our yard... moving several times... and the night my dad said he was leaving (that's why I hate Frosty the Snowman!).

I also remember stayin a few summers with my grandparents... we got up at the crack of dawn to work in the garden, pickin rocks, berries and veggies. We also had to drive almost 45 min to the closest grocery!! Took coolers in the trunk so the food wouldn't spoil on the drive home!

I also remember not bein able to say certain words... "Fuckyfied Chicken" was the one that got me in trouble one day...

I can still remember the Pabst Blue Ribbon song they played on radio and TV... ~giggle~

So many memories....

 

[MT_Pitcher]

I remember having one of the first TV's on the block, a big box and a tiny screen.
I remember when Milton Berle was funny.
I remember one episode of Twilight Zone that scared the bejeebers out of me.
I remember when one politician made me want to be American.
I remember crying the day he was killed in Dallas.

 

[Dirty_Angel26]

I remember dancing around the room to Elvis on 45s.... playin in the algey at the bottom of the creek in our yard... moving several times... and the night my dad said he was leaving (that's why I hate Frosty the Snowman!).

I also remember stayin a few summers with my grandparents... we got up at the crack of dawn to work in the garden, pickin rocks, berries and veggies. We also had to drive almost 45 min to the closest grocery!! Took coolers in the trunk so the food wouldn't spoil on the drive home!

I also remember not bein able to say certain words... "Fuckyfied Chicken" was the one that got me in trouble one day...

I can still remember the Pabst Blue Ribbon song they played on radio and TV... ~giggle~

So many memories....

Oh that just reminded me of something my mom told me. She said when she was little she had problems with certain words too. As she got older she could not figure out why her brother said truck and she had to call it a pickup.. Come to find out.. when she was little she would call it a 'fuck'.

 

[tonitits]

Oh that just reminded me of something my mom told me. She said when she was little she had problems with certain words too. As she got older she could not figure out why her brother said truck and she had to call it a pickup.. Come to find out.. when she was little she would call it a 'fuck'.

I, too had a speech problem, I went to New Orleans when I was 5 and my aunt worked with me and taught me to tie my shoelaces and taught me to say five instead of shive. So when my dad called to check on how I was doing,my aunt told him I had something to tell him. I was very excited and said Daddy, I can say shive! He rolled his eyes and said hell you already could say that. I had to take speech classes in first and second grade. To me I didn't think that they did any good, but I guess they did. My mom would always relate that story to all of her friends until one of our neighbors told her well at least she didn't teach her to say fit!

Another great story, my mom was about 8 months pregnant with my younger brother, I was about 9. We were over at my grandmother's house and all of us kids, my brother, me and my cousins and we were roasting marshmallows. My cousins always wanted to do EVERYTHING just like me! I hated it. So anyway, we were roasting the marshmallows on sticks and mine caught fire and I was waving it back and forth to get it to go out. My brother told me to just blow on it and my crazy cousin came running over to see it and ran right into the marshmallow. It stuck to her eye. Luckily, she had closed her eye. She started to scream and my mom and grandmother came running out. My grandmother thought that the marshmallow was her eyeball and was shielding it from my mom, because she thought that it would cause her to go into labor. Finally, my mom told her to let her see that she was making it worse not letting her see. When my mom looked she realized that it was the marshmallow not the eyeball, but knew what my grandmother thought. Well they put the fear of God in me and told me that I better hope that she was ok! It was NOT my fault, it was hers. She was always doing things like that. They still love to tell that story on me, so I usually just beat them to the punch and let everyone know it before they have a chance to tell it!

There were lots more but those are a couple of my favorites.

I remember walking home for lunch. My mom would fix us soup and sandwiches, partly because we were to broke to fix us lunch or buy it and plus I didn't like much of the school food so I wouldn't eat it anyway!

 

[geishaGirl]

Nice to read so many different stories...people's recollections are interesting I think and funny!

I'll have to pick some more memories to post

 

[pleasteasme]

I remember how everything seemed so big, so tall when I was young

I also rmember having snowball wars in our back pasture!!! Building snow forts, and me, being the youngest, getting hammered with snowballs!!!!

Not all young memories are nice ones. . .

 

[shmily]

watching fireworks in galveston. sitting in the sand below the seawall thinking how big that wall was. Went back when 18 and it really wasn't so big.

fridays during 4th grade. I could see our house from my class room and would watch to see if dad hooked up the boat. Which would mean we would be going to lake texoma for the weekend. spending time with my dad.

6th - 8th grade spending weekends with my uncles riding motorcycles through the trails.

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[Woodmiester]

Sitting and watching my father take what seemed like junk and turn it into useful items. I remember going with him around the city picking things up from scrapepiles like a 55gal drum, some old furnance parts, copper tubing and a blower fan then coming back to unload it.

The next day when I came home from school he'd built a working fuel oil heater and had installed it in the garage. Even though he's gone I'm still amazed at the things he could build out of almost anything.

 

[shmily]

I will never forget the year my dad was in Vietnam. He was able to call home occasionally. I was only 7 - 8. I got to where I was scared to talk to him because you could here the mortars and gun fire going off in the back ground. I was always scared he would get killed while I was talking to him. But he came home, changed as they all were, but still my dad. He retired soon after that.
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[Lady_Brazen]

I remember living on my grandparent's orchards and how sometimes during cherry season when my grandfather would take a vat of formehaldye treated Marry Annes to one of the larger orcards in the area that we sold to. Sometimes I'd sit next to him and he'd let me work the stick. Other times I get to sit on the big, wooden boxes and ride ontop. In the mornings, he'd give me a ride to the bus stop and I'd smirk at the boys who waited there with me.

 

[guynxtdor]

my grandfather used to take me everywhere as a child, but my favorite place was his neighborhood bar. since I was too young to sit at the bar, they would stack cases of old-style like a throne and I would sit there all and watch cubs games while the sauce hounds bought me candy and pop all afternoon. i would even work the cash register from time to time. i felt like the coolest five year old on the block. all the times he took me fishing or to the zoo or to a museum were fun and educational but i would always wonder when we were headin to the bar. the washroom smelled terrible and during the wintertime i would always leave with some liquor promoting christmas decoration (even in feberuary) but it sure beat staying with my grandmother and going to church. it was always our little secret. my grandmother would have killed him had she ever found out. he's gone now, and so are claude, milt, saul, the bar itself and some indian guy my grandfather called gandhi but the memories are never going to fade.