When I was a child I loved...

[jomar]

The weight of many blankets on me keeping me safe at night.

The sugar toast and cinnamon toast my mother made me for breakfast.

Sitting on my father's lap and "driving" the car.


You...?

 

[buxxxom]

OOHHH, great thread, jomar.

When I was a child I loved:

banana popsicles
the first day of school
the last day of school
being barefoot
Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden mystery books

 

[Guest]

hours spent crabbing and setting them free
rowing out to the island and picking muscles for dinner
the smell of the ocean
walking through the small fishing villiage without fear no matter what time of day
my first time sailing
my first time tipping the sunfish...out in the moorings
the smiles from my mother

 

[cheerful_deviant]

Fudgicles
Legos
Matchbox Cars
Going to the salt marsh to catch minows, crabs etc.
Making forts in the basement
Making 'improvements' to my playhouse

 

[TE999]

Long summer evenings catching fireflies.

Saturday mornings at the movies--2 westerns, cartoons and the 3 Stooges.

Riding all over town on my bike.

The smell of a Woolworth's five and dime store.

My mother's bacon and cheese sandwiches.

Spending all day at the beach.

Being without a care.

 

[jomar]

hours spent crabbing and setting them free

Thank you for reminding me of crabbing

 

[Belegon]

Peanut Butter and Marshmallow Creme sandwiches...

Football and baseball in the streets...(cut in at the green Buick and I'll hit you in the hands at the manhole cover...)

Hot Wheels and Matchbox.

Swimming.

Hockey on roller skates.

Debra Stansbury.

 

[FatDino]

Having my mom wash my hair and dress me up

Playing sheriff while my dad played the bad guy

Talking nonsense with my cousin

And frog gigging.

 

[Sherry Hawk]

going grunion hunting
semi-annual trips to Disneyland
lemon cake (I still do)
whole summers spent at the beach
David Cassidy
eating cereal in front of the tv on Saturday mornings
playing Army

 

[impressive]

Hanging out on the river bank with the neighborhood deliquents smoking cigarettes swiped from our parents.

DiCarlos' pizza and Coke in 16oz returnable glass bottles on Sunday evenings while watching the Disney movie of the week.

The drive-in.

Holly's house with it's front stairs and back stairs and dumb waiter and sun porches and all that antique furniture.

Making my mother laugh in church during Fr. Frobus' sermons. He would just glare at her when her shoulders started shaking. (But, the Wilson twins really DID look like monkeys!)

Laying out on the roof slathered in baby oil with a couple drops of iodine in it for color -- and hair spritzed with lemon juice to sun-lighten it.

 

[rgraham666]

When I was a child I loved being alone. With no people around there was no one to hurt me.

 

[Stella_Omega]

The smell of Play-Doh (but not the taste )

"Go Dog! Go!" (and other "i can read it" books)

Peanut butter mixed with honey, the way my baby-sitter did it.

Going through my gramma's boxes of costume jewellery, and the jar of old-style Cracker-Jack prizes that she kept- and the boxes of buttons, and the box of velvet scraps and trims that she had, because she was a seamstress in Hollywood! (unfortunately, I picked up terrible pack-rat habits at the same time)

Running through the tall grass on the hillsides around my house

Making my way into my neighbor's yards to steal fruit off their trees- most particularly, the apricot tree next door- ohm and chewing on Sour-grass

The smell of jasmine in the summer evenings. And the way the white daffodils looked as if they could glow in the dark as the dusk came on. I thought they did!

The sounds of wood-doves, crickets, blue jays, catbirds... one in a rare while, an owl...

watching the white line flash alongside the car as we drove on the highways

The droning sound of multi-engine airplanes- back in the days before Jumbo Jets.

 

[ARoss]

Playing baseball in my grandfathers cow pasture using cow paddies for bases.

Eating hot chocolate and toast every morning.

The smell of Juniper in my fathers work shop.

Drinking water out of the sprinklers in the yard when it was so hot the asphalt was soft to the touch

 

[impressive]

Going through my gramma's ... and the boxes of buttons, ...

My grandmother had cookie tins FULL of buttons. I loved to play with those!

 

[Sherry Hawk]

watching the white line flash alongside the car as we drove on the highways

I would always put one hand out the window, hold it flat and feel the air sliding over it, then close my eyes and think that that's what it must feel like to really fly.

 

[Guest]

Skating, sledding, snowmobiling in the winters

Running down the sand dunes to get to the beach and swimming every single day in the summers

Tubing and rafting, getting positively pounded by the waves when the lake was rough

Daring each other to wade in the ice cold springs that fed into the lake

Exploring the woods with my brother (sis was too young) and bringing back a hawk once with a broken wing to nurse back to health

The taste of smoked fish warm off the smoker

Ice cream bars from grandma's freezer

Dad in his Air Force uniform

 

[_Lynn_]

When I was a child I loved being alone. With no people around there was no one to hurt me.

You took My sentence right from Me...... Alone meant safe yes.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Kool aid sherbet on a hot day.

Listening to the oldies radio station as the night air rushed into the car on the way home from my Grandmother's house.

Listening to the peepers and other night sounds out the screen window after bedtime.

The book Are You My Mother by P.D. Eastman (I think.)

The early Saturday morning on the river with my father learning to fly fish.

Horseback riding with my friends.

 

[starrkers]

Dr Seuss books.

Peanut butter and honey sandwiches

Snuggled up inside, the warm feel of dry clothes, my hair still wet from walking home from school in the rain, with a cup of cocoa.

Sitting in a tree, where no one could find me, reading.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Grape -stomping in wooden vats big enough to hold 12 people. And proudly carrying the stains on my legs and feet.

Sunrise on the beach when there was no one around. Running through the puddles and ditching the bluebottles.

That I could outrun and outclimb all the boys in the neighbourhood.

My grandmother's banana bread - still warm, with real butter and a glass of farm milk.

Dancing with my eldest sister to her 'strange' music.

Kittens. We always had kittens.

Falling asleep in the stables on the hay next to my then current favourite horse, knowing that I would slip on a saddle and ride the moment the sun was up (I didn't like to waste time)

Listening to my grandmother say her prayers while she lit the candles, or blessed the bread and wine. The words did not have meaning to me, but there was a strange comfort in the familiarity of it all.

Bare feet and sun bronzed skin.

Discovering Enid Blyton and reading under the covers with a flashlight after I was supposed to sleep and then hiding the book in my history text books at school to continue reading the next day.

Hiding and playing in my grandparents overgrown old garden, and pretending it was a magical fairy world.

Lying on my back in the mountains on grassy hills, cloud watching and chewing 'sierings.' (South African herb) - those moments when the sun is so bright that you have to close your eyes, but even with them closed, you still see the shapes of the clouds.

 

[Darklove666]

Dad's pancakes on Sunday mornings.
Swinging in the park.
Riding my bike down the hills behind our house.

 

[Sherry Hawk]

Discovering Enid Blyton and reading under the covers with a flashlight after I was supposed to sleep and then hiding the book in my history text books at school to continue reading the next day.

I did this with the "Harriet the Spy" books, and then the Narnia series.

 

[jomar]

Putting a line of crabapples across the street and watching cars mash them.

 

[Sherry Hawk]

terrorizing the neighborhood with my "motorcycle gang" on our itty-bitty yamaha dirt bikes.

 

[FatDino]

Putting a line of crabapples across the street and watching cars mash them.