What is your favorite memory?

Losing my cherry at 10 to the 14 year old next door.

Wherever you are Pat,thank you thank you.
 
I have a couple memories I really like...

One would be baking potato bread from scratch in first grade. Our entire class walked over to the supermarket to buy everything, then came back and spent the entire day baking. We even ended up making our own butter from cream too.

Another would be seeing this tiny frog swimming around in a lit swimming pool at night. My family and I were walking past the pool, when I saw it. It hopped off the starting block at the end of the pool, and into the water.
 
To be a child again....

Wiggling my toes through freshly cut grass and the taste of homemade lemonade in the summertime. Those were the days!!
 
Summer.....

Laying on the edge of the pool listening to the radio, drying in the sunshine. No responsibilities, no one bitching about UV exposure, blue skies. The only thing to worry about was when to dive in and swim! I can still smell the clorine and feel the warm breeze! Used to spend day after day doing that same thing. :D
 
I remember the smell of Noxema skin cream when my mom would put it on my sunburn. Even today if I smell eucalyptus or Noxema, it reminds me of childhood.
 
The day my father sent me off to boot camp......... that was the day he finally said "I love you"...........

On August 27th, he will have been gone 5 years............. "I love you too Dad!"...........
 
I'll never forget...

When I was 10 I dragged home a minibike frame and wheels. Got a horizontal shaft Briggs and Stratton motor off a clapped out lawnmower one of my neighbors had.

That was my summer project that year. My dad spent hours explaining how engines worked, late at night in the garage, as we rebuilt it.

I got it running and terrorized the neighborhood for a week or so before my Dad took me to the hardware store for 3 pieces of threaded polished plumbing and 2 elbows. My minibike now had a CHROME DRAG PIPE! Up until then I had to settle for baseball cards in the spokes of the bike I had to pedal.

It didn't make the bike much faster, but suddenly I was twice as obnoxious, and had twice the fun.

One of my happiest memories, and somewhere in a family photo album there is a pic of me barreling down the street, hair blowing in the wind with a shiteating grin on my face. I think I still have smile lines from that.
 
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