Tell us about your favorite childhood memory.

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Riding bikes with my friends. (through the trails in the woods)
Kids don't ride bikes anymore!

Bonfires and hay rides in the fall! I loved living on a farm in the autumn months.

Playing handball, stickball, riding skateboards, etc with all the kids on my block in NYC. Back then the teenagers weren't too cool to play with the little kids, everyone watched out for one another, and we could have fun with the simplest most inexpensive things (no playstations back in the good old days :-)

Sitting on the kitchen counter with my sister watching mom cook and singing Peter, Paul, and Mary songs.

I remember my father carrying me as he ran and jumped on to a moving cable car in San Francisco when I was 2 1/2 years old.

Hard to believe they actually used to let people do that...

My dog Maisie. She, like all the others, showed up as a stray. She quickly adopted me and was at my side at every turn.
When I was happy, she was happy.
When I was sad, she would try to cheer me up by running in a circle chasing her tail. When I would start to laugh at her antics she would bound over and snuggle in my lap.

Happy Birthday forum!

Favorite childhood memory... Fighting grandma over my Christmas gifts, cute silly fights but she was serious about wanting my dolls. She just loved dolls!! I was 15 when she died I put one of the dolls with her, it was the one she gave me the hardest time with. 40 years later I still miss her.

Mine would be hanging out with my cousins and friends. We would play hide in go seek almost every night sometimes with 20-30 people. We would all dress up in dark clothes, but camo make-up on etc. We would hide in trees cars, roofs, where ever we could. We hard about a four block radius of places we were aloud to hide.

All of the neighbors we okay with it, mostly becuase their kids joined in the fun. It didn't matter if it was 9pm or 2am we all had a blast.

That's hard, I had a very troubled and difficult childhood. I once met a boy when I was in jr. high who had the exact same first name and last name as me and was born on the exact same day. We had different middle names. I can't say it is exactly a happy memory, but it certainly has stuck in my mind.

Meeting my best childhood friend for the first time at 4years old. She lived across the street so we would sit on the curb and just talk with each other. One day she said to me "Do you want to come over and play?" and my response was "I'm not allowed to cross the street". We still laugh about that even today.

Most of my favourite childhood memories involve my best friend. And we still talk and reminisce about all of them, the good and the bad.

Running down the beach at night at Hilton Head, holding my best friend's hand.

Playing 'tornado' with all the neighbor kids after a real tornado came through when I was 5.

Me and my friends ditching school (Jr. High) and for two days we hung out and watched Luke and Laura get married

seems kinda lame but it was so cool

High School basketball games. Being from small town Indiana--that was the thing to do!

I loved when I was real little stealing my grandma's change purse and sneaking out thru the bottom half of the door to the sun porch where I used to wait for the ice cream truck.

Walking to the corner candy store by myself (while my mom followed behind me lol ) and getting a chocolate ice cream cone with chocolate jimmies.

Driving around downtown Boston to view the Christmas tree and lights.

Taking loose change to the corner store with my sister, and getting a bag full of candy....candy was a lot cheaper then!

Finding out santa clause was actual my dad and my uncle. Caught putting together me and my brother's bicycles.

Being around the age of 3 or 4 and falling alseep on my dads chest while watching television (and hearing his snoring while my ear is pressed against his chest.

My grandpa video tapes our entire childhood. One time, after a hearty lunch of Chef Boyarde Beef Raviolis, my older brother and I went into the living room and started playing kick boxing . I kicked him in the stomach a bit too hard and he ran into the bathroom and threw up the raviolis. He came running out and grabbed me from behind and knocked me to the ground and I ran to the bathroom and threw up the raviolies..... ALL ON CAMERA....To this day, I can't eat beef raviolies.

Worst of all - my grandpa thinks it funny to show my boyfriend (now husband) the video on our first visit (as BF and GF) - he still makes fun of me.

My earliest memory of the house on North Cadillac Drive was myself yelling out of my bedroom window to a man, I think his name was James, who was attempting to remove the winter storm windows. I remember yelling out, “Uh oh trouble” and he was yelling back at me, “Don’t you get too close to that window or you’ll just fall out”. At that moment, as daring as I though I was I proceeded to climb out of the open window onto the roof covering the family room and became stuck. Too scared to move, I started to cry. I’m pretty sure the local fire department was called to come to rescue me.

I lived with my grandparents growing up and every evening when my granddaddy came home from work, he would pick me up and I would pat on his chest and there would be a lollipop in his shirt pocket for me. He died when I was 5.

Tagging along with my Dad on his regular trips to the hardware store and nursery. (strange for a girl child, I know) Reliving those memories are part of what is making me so anxious to buy our first home.

When my dad drove straight through the night from OR to CA because our bio mother told my brother and I that he had moved because he didn't love us anymore. Then he "kidnapped" us.

My family of 5 drove to fort lee NJ, from bronx, NY in a 75 VW bug, and drove home in a new dodge van. It was baby powder blue, and my dad LOVED this Van. We we pulled out of the dealership, my sister and I screamed weeeeeeeeee! all the way to the GW bridge.

Having my Grandmother around.

Swinging with my pa-paw on the front porch swing while he sang "Sweet Chariot".

We lived with my grandparents and in the afternoons my grandma would sit down to watch Tom & Jerry. She'd always say that she was just taking a rest, lol. Convenient that rest time was right at the same time as a show that made her laugh like crazy!

I definately remember all the great trips my family took....
most involved long drives from San Diego to points all over like Yellowstone.
My favorite was flying to Florida and driving up the east coast over a couple weeks.

Putting on "roller skating" shows in the back yard with the other neighborhood kids.

Definitely playing and spending time with the collie I had from the time I was 5 until I was 15. I'm an only child, and I liked to think he was my brother.

going to aunt lillie maes house in georgia and watching baby pigs being born with Sissie (my aunt). also being with my mother who passed away from cancer 20 years ago. i have so many memories of her that i couldnt even begin to talk about. and my stepdad whom i loved dearly also.

going to my great-grandma's and grandpa's it was right on the river. we would get to fish with cane poles off the bank i guess for a 7 year old that was a big deal. i sure miss them.

Fishing with my Dad, and the patience that he displayed.

coming to the us on a plane.

My favorite childhood memory is the Christmas I got my puppy (I was 8 or 9 at the time).

My parents had put it out in the garage to hide it on Christmas Eve. But it kept on whimpering. I would keep walking to the kitchen to get punch or a snack or whatever and would put my ear up to the door to the garage and listen. Everyone was in the living room laughing at me (I didn't know that until years later) because I kept coming up with excuses on why I had to go to the kitchen.

I went to bed that night....around 4 am my mother comes in (very tired) and wakes me up to come see what Santa had brought for me. She had been sitting up with the puppy all night because it kept whining.

It was the most adorable puppy ever.

The Christmas I was 9 yrs old.. Santa brought a sled and that afternoon my Dad took me and my cousin to the park down the street to hit the hills. We had so much fun. I can still remember one huge hill I was afraid to go down. My Dad got on the sled with me and down we went..over and over. It was a perfect afternoon.
My Dad died in an accident 4months later and I am so grateful to have such a wonderful memory of our last Christmas together

Coming home from school one afternoon and eating a whole package of Oreos.

Then heading over to the grocery store to buy another package so no one else would suspect what I'd just done.

Sunday lunch, after church, with all my cousins, my aunts and uncles, at Oma and Opa's house.