Favorite Childhood Memories?

I was inspired by my avatar to post this thread. That is me at 5 years old with my hair sprayed black on halloween. Halloween always had great memories because my mom went all out on halloween to make it special. Then when i lived with my dad on halloween, my grandma took the time to make me costumes...
So what are some of your favorite childhood memories?

Building treehouses was my favorite... a neighbor taught me the right way to do it so that I don't hurt the tree, and 4 of them out of about 10 are still standing as of 3 years ago... need to make a trip back to the ol' spot and check on them again.

I was 16.i got caught carpet munchin on the beach by a cop.Still puts a smile on my face.


But seriously.Probably the weekend fishing trips to the Fl Keys.Life was so pure then.

Hmm... i used to live in vegas, and as you all may know, sunsets/sunrises there are beautiful. everyday my dad would look around, and pick a mountain. He'd call it a God's Picture, because he said for that one day, that mountain was the most beautiful thing to see... and that everybody had days in their life when they are a god's picture

Urca said:

I was inspired by my avatar to post this thread. That is me at 5 years old with my hair sprayed black on halloween. Halloween always had great memories because my mom went all out on halloween to make it special. Then when i lived with my dad on halloween, my grandma took the time to make me costumes...
So what are some of your favorite childhood memories?

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I'd say going up to my grandfathers camp and taking hikes in the forest. If I had to pick another I'd say also a Halloween memory, but of going to the pumpkin patch to pick the perfect pumpkin and taking a hay ride.

^aww i like it

Too many to choose to pick a favorite.
But I would say a fond memory is when me and my sister were like 12 we would ride our bikes and go skateboarding down the steep hill and in the ditch by our house.

Funny how the small things seemed so awesome back as a kid, eh?


Time to go play in the dirt again, I say.

I rarely speak of my childhood, I blocked most of it out, one of my earliest memories was a good beating!

Thanks Dad, good times man

bicycleday said:

I rarely speak of my childhood, I blocked most of it out, one of my earliest memories was a good beating!

Thanks Dad, good times man

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Damn bro that sucks, go smoke another bowl to push it back down, ha.

Hepheastus420 said:

Damn bro that sucks, go smoke another bowl to push it back down, ha.

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It builds character man

So to stay on topic, I guess my fav childhood moments were the days I didnt get beaten, they were cool...

My dad was a crazy bastard, he'd come home with a trunk load of fireworks tossing m80's out his convertible, pulling into the driveway.

Making billy carts with my twin brother, but walking it up that hill was a fuck around

My favorite childhood memories involve sunshine micro-dots and swimming all day trippin my ass off

HaHa...my brother was SO greedy, he would take everything away from me.
So i made a little mud pie and put it one of those little Hostess pie tins and sprinkled dirt on it, and when i came outta the house i said" Look what Mom gave me!" and he SNATCHED it away and took a GREAT BIG BITE out of it!! haha

ahh man.. favorite childhood memories eh?

This is a good thread. I like this one.. we need more like this.

I would have to say I have many different favorite memories from my childhood. Some I can't remember because of a traumatic head/brain injury when I was 9 or 10 years old.. but even after that traumatic accident, I still have clear memories of some of my childhood.

One of my favorite memories, that I can still remember to this day.. was when I would go with my mother to grandma's house. Her name was Kathryn, but we all called her 'Nanny'. Man, she was just the best grandma any kid could ask for. She would do anything for me or my sister. I remember one particular Christmas.. when it snowed so heavily that we literally couldn't tell where the road was.. I think we got like 15" of snow that year or so.. and that's a LOT of snow for the area I lived in. We hardly ever got any snow.. and the snow we would get, either wouldn't stick to the ground.. and if it did, it usually would melt away by that same afternoon that it came down.

But yeah, the year that we got like a foot and a half of snow.. it was the day before Christmas Eve when we got all of it. We drove to grandma's that next morning.. which normally would only take us about 10 minutes to get there, but that morning, it took us a good hour or so to get there because of the roads. It was the only white Christmas that I can remember us having.. and it will be one that I'll never forget.

Another great memory that I have.. which I now wish I would have never had to begin with, was when my parents took me to the local Honda dealership and bought me a Honda 'Elite' 50cc scooter. All black.. right off the showroom floor!! I was only 8 years old or 9 years old at the time.. so to me, this was like a HUGE freaking deal. My parents enrolled me in a local private catholic school.. where most of the kids my age, were driving themselves to school on their mopeds.. and of course, me being 8 or 9 years old, I wanted to be "cool" like those kids.. and have my own transportation to and from school.. just being a normal kid you know? I'll never forget that day..

I'll also never forget the day that we got like 6" of pure ice from an ice storm the same year I got my moped. I wanted to ride it so badly, that my father actually went outside into the street in front of our house.. with a shovel in hand, and manually dug and shoveled out about a 30 yard circle.. just so I could ride the damn thing. LOL.. sheeeesh. What a day that was.. and if I remember right, I don't think I stayed out there for but about 10 minutes. I think that kinda pissed my father off.. hehe.

Yeh, good times.. good times.

Oh, and to all you young kids/teens around this site.. and I know there's a shitload of you around here, ENJOY your youth. I know, you probably won't even listen to me.. but if I can reach just one of you kids/teens.. and get you to fully understand that we only get ONE life to live.. ONE chance to do what we want.. ONE chance to live how we want.. and get you to understand that the older you get, the quicker life seems to go. Trust me, when I was you kids/teens age.. I didn't want to hear this either.. but now that I'm almost 30 years old, I'm starting to realize that what I was told by the older people, while I was still young.. was 100% true. Life does seem to move quicker and quicker, as you get older.

So again, kids and teens around here.. ENJOY your youth while you have it!!! Stay the hell away from methamphetamine & crack. Neither one of those will do anything for you.. except age you and make you look like the drug itself.

I was one of those kids/teens that never listened to anyone.. and I regret it now. I was the type of person that had to learn the hard way.. and now that I've gotten away from those dark days and things.. I'm trying my best to help the new generation of young kids/teens from following the same path that I took. Trust me, there's more too life than drugs. And no, I don't really classify cannabis as a drug. I classify cannabis as a medicine.

Thanks for those to you who read this and actually listened.

Have a great day everyone.

I think my favorite memories involve the love my parents share for each other. After we were put to bed, my dad would pull out his guitar and sing to my mother while she rested on the couch. He would sit on the floor right beside her with the guitar in his lap. He has a beautiful voice but he is very shy. He would only sing for my mother. We would crack our bedroom doors open and fall asleep to his music.

I have great parents.

Sitting at the top of the stairs on Christmas morning with my two older sisters and then going downstairs.

Thanksgiving at my Aunt's house with all my cousins.

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I couldn't agree more with. C-guru. My thirties flew by.

Anyway, I grew up by in so cal by not too far from the beach. I use to love just hopping on a bus with my boogie board and spending the whole day at the beach. Summers were so precious back then.

Christmas mornings were always the best as well.