What's your favorite memory as a kid?

My daughter sent me this in an e-mail:

This pretty much sums up my childhood memories.

 

My favorite memories as a kid was all the time I spent at my grandmas house. My grandma gave me lessons in cooking from the time I was probably 5 or 6 years old. During those years, my mom was pretty much a whore, her and the guy she was with (my Hispanic step dad) used to leave me with grandma while they were off doing who knows what. Which was fine by me, I really didn't care too much for my step dad since he was an abusive, Catholic, alcoholic, Hispanic, fundamentalist piece of crap. I'd spend my days with grandma helping her make breads, and brownies, and pickling/canning foods and all kinds of other home made dishes that I still cook to this very day. Grandma also bought me books to read to her, real hard books. I was one of those types of kids who could read at a very early age. So I would read the stories to my grandma and grandpa out loud. I always enjoyed that too because it was something I knew I was good at.
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There was the time that kid stole my lunch money and I..........wait the statute of limitations ain't expired on that one.

 

No doubt.. yay 70's..

 

I have lots.....

Being on my Baba and Gido's farm, eating strawberries and rhubarb stalks dipped in sugar on the porch. The smell of peas and sun warm concrete (porch) always takes me back.

Playing Hockey on the pond behind our house, sitting on bales and drinking hot chocolate.

Playing ringette on the Provincial team for Saskatchewan.

Playing ball in the park, and playing catch with my dad on the street.

Playing kick the can at night with loads of friends.

Going to work with my Dad, and spending time in the garage while my dad fixed cars...prolly why I like the smell of gasoline,diesel and paint.

Parties at the lake......older.....but fun


I could name more.....but those are a few....

 

And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long​

 

Oh Snaf! I haaaate that song....i hate kid rock too, but that's just me.

 

I can't stand to listen to that song.. horrible... and I like some Kid Rock..

 

I was referring to the partying by the lake.

But I like the song.

 

Ahhhh yes.. good times.. everyone used to party by the river within stumbling distance of my house.. yay me.

 

Hahahaha.. Just saw 3 youngens ride by on their bikes with helmets..


Not only did I once wipe out at the bottom of a steep hill to a lake on my pedal bike and skid no less than 30 feet on my head against small rocks.. like gravel.. but wiped out on my dirt bike and skidded no less than 50 feet on my head along a dirt path..

Helmet shmelmet.. helmets are for panzies.. I've hit my head many times and look at me, I turned out all right...


Drive fast and take chances ~ wezzes buddy

He did all right.. right into a ditch and tree, shattered his heel and still limps, and nearly froze to death in 25 below zero straight temp. a 1/4 mile from home.. then got a DWI in the mail 3 weeks later.. not yay him

 

My Dad installed a towel bar on the dash of his truck so we had something to hold onto. Not enough seat belts and no car seats. I'm still alive! Alas I have no teeth. Slamming into that towel bar really hurt

 

My God.. I never did it but my cousin and some other friends one night got on the hood and roof and side steps of a suburban whilst my cousin barreled down a country road at 80 mph like right after he got his license..

They still talk about being lucky to be alive..

 

It would have to be the first fish I ever caught. I was about 10. I'd been fishing for years but had never caugh anything until then, neither had my friend. We were fishing the River Sowe. I was using a small artificial fly, as I was sick of messing with maggots.

It was beautiful there. The sun was sparkling in the water. The trees were green and moving in the breeze. Suddenly the rod was twitching and tugging. I'd often wondered what it might feel like with a fish on the other end.

It felt like a big one. When I got it ashore it was a tiddly little thing about 2 inches long. It was a dace I was told. I got him free and put him back. I felt like a football star with that crowd of kids round me.

 

living is the woods... spent allday out there... would bring food for a day or two, just incase I stayed out late... the woods were sux a place for me... no rules... exploring... me and my best friend

 

I must have been 7 or 8 years old and we were moving from Alaska to California (one base to the next). Every time we would move we would go across the United States back to the east coast to visit relatives. I would cross the states with my parents, my two brothers, my dog snafu and our parakeet Peewee, all crammed in our Rambler station wagon. Our journeys were always a vacation too. Well we were at Yosemite Park and we decided to swim in the frigid waters coming down from the falls. My dad was taking a video (no sound back then) of us jumping off a bridge. Well after I jumped in the rapids took me by surprise and I thought I was gonna drown. I was flailing around when my brother walked up in knee high in water and and picked me up. All I had to do was just stand up. But everybody gets a kick out of the video when we watch it.

 

playing in the rain, the woods, , visiting a private island and boating for the summers at a relatives house there. Watching my sister do just about anything, she has always been the funniest girl I know

 

Thats somehing I'd like to do. Alone or with a few friends. Some bottles of clean water a tent and a sleeping bag. Fishing rod and a hunting bow too.

Maybe not in the New World though. I dont want to meet bears, wolves and mountain lions !

 

Now I understand "never forgotten" as your sig. I miss my dog too. Its been maybe 20 years since he went to doggy heaven.

Lets open a "our dogs" thread, and post pics of our four legged buddies !

 

I spent my whole summers in the woods everyday while living in Scott Air Force base ILI. We would catch blue gills and shoot our bow and arrows. We would also have bb gun fights across the creek there until I got shot in the crotch. That kinda took me out of the game.