Best/worst Childhood Memories.
 

Now that we have Kristy's thread totally off topic on Childhood things.. I thought I'd start this.
What is your favorite childhood memory and your worst?

My best was Christmas Mornings, being an only child ( I admit I was spoiled) and I would get up and sneek out and see everything and run and jump on my mom and dads bed, and we'd go out and open em, I remember on I got a drum set ( kids), all the Holly Hobbie dolls all three in all three sized, a typewriter, cash register, EVERYTHING I wanted.

My worst is 2~ The one was me coming home from my neighbors and my mom was sitting in the yard crying, because our poodle ( Fluffy) got hit and killed on the road, It was the first time I ever saw my Mom cry.
and the second~ Was me watching cartoons on a Sat. morning and I heard my Mom crying behind me, and she then told me that her and my dad were getting a divorce, but how much they loved me,etc.

My best is every summer when the lilacs would bloom. They ran the whole side of our house about 4 feet from the house. So my sister and I would sit on the path worn between the lilacs and the house. It was cool and smelled so wonderful! We would play dolls for hours and hours. to this day the smell of fresh lilacs just makes me smile!
My worst is when I was in 3rd grade and my dog, Skipper got hit by a car. He broke his two front legs. My mother didn't drive and he lay on the side of the street in so much pain. My neighbor saw the woman who hit him and as she was just driving away my neighbor ran after her yelling she had her license number. She finally stopped and drove us to the animal hospital. Skipper wore casts on his two front legs for months but he ended up being fine and lived to about 12 years old. The worst part: the woman who hit him was my teacher at school! It was horrible to be in her classroom and know that she was just going to drive away. She never once even asked how he was!

My best childhood memory would probably be me and my sisters having garage sales in front of our house with all of our toys! We would put a sign up and just put all of our toys out in the front yard and sell them all day long! My mom used to get so embarrassed but now she just laughs about it!

My worst childhood memory is when my parents got a divorce I was only 5 years old but I still remember EVERYTHING! It was a really tough time my mom raised me and my sister on her own for a few years until she met my stepdad but she did a wonderful job and I love her for it!

my best childhood memory is when my dad got me my first pet it was a collie i named her flicka she was my best friend .she slept with me and waited for me bye the door for me to come home from school .
my worst childhood memory is 15 years later when i had to put my flicks to sleep she was old and wouldnt eat and she just lay and potty on her self and the vet said she was old and her body was shutting down so my grandma went to have her put to sleep while i was in school my parents couldnt bring themselfs to do it so my grandma did it .and the second worst day of my childhood memory .my grandma and all my sisters use to go to church with my grandma and we use to give a old lady a ride to church when my grandma was helping the old lady in her house after church my grandma slipped and fell on her back and broke it and that was a few days before christmas that was not the best christmas ,grandma was laid up for months we ended up having christmas the last part of january.

Oh, RR, please come to Va and visit....we so think alike :)

Good childhood memories...can't limit it to one ;)
The safest, securest feeling ever was hearing my dad snore like a freight train across the hall. Boogeymen, strangers, HA....couldn't get 'cha...dad, the savior, was right across the hall :)

We used to take car trip vacations....I loved being in the back seat (in the middle...cause big brother already claimed one window, baby brother always got car sick, so he got the other)...mom and dad in the front....it's raining and the rhymetic sound of windshield wipers....swish, swish, swish...yep everything is grand in my 9 year old world :)

One of my really favorite memories, I wasn't even a child. I was 22 on my wedding day. Now you got dressed in a building seperate from the church....I'm ready, dad comes, walking over.....leans over and tells me...."If you've changed your mind, it's ok, you let me know and we'll keep right on walking".

Another time as a young teen, I was sitting in his lap....my mother told him....soon, she's be somebody else's baby. My dad promptly retorted..."no, she'll always be my baby".

Worse ~
I stole a pair of earrings from Grant's dept store (I was 10), got caught, had to call my mother, came and got me....and she CRIED. Nothing makes you feel worse than making your mother cry. I had never ever seen her cry before. The month long restriction didn't cure my shoplifting...my mother's crying did ;)

Or when my mom's mom had her stroke. She was an only child and I knew how I'd feel if something like that had ever happened to mine and I just couldn't fix it for her :( No matter what I promised God....

Last thought....we had a dog that we had to get rid of because the stupid kid next door kept teasing Skippy and finally got bit. Chip deserved to get bitten, oh, I balled. I cried for my mom to let me go with her to the ASPCA. Nope. That is the awful part.....then she came home and told me some family took him on the spot. Took years for it to dawn on me....my mother lied, that didn't happen, she just didn't wanna tell me. So I call and ask....mom, what happened when ya took Skippy.....word for word she gave me the same story. ;)

Absolute worse ever...you're not a kid anymore....both my parents are deceased and it sucks :(

Absolute worse ever...you're not a kid anymore....both my parents are deceased and it sucks


Yeah, that does suck. My dad died when I was 26 and my mom died 4 years ago. It wasn't any easier at 42 than it had been at 26. I miss them every single day.

My happiest childhood memory is when my parents took me to the animal shelter to pick out my first dog. Also when we were at my cottage during the summer and my mom and aunt went out for lunch one day and came home with two puppies from a farm litter (one for me and one for my cousin).

The sadest memory was when my sister was 3 years old (i was 14) she developed allergies to the dogs and we had to give them away to a nice family:(

But now that I'm living on my own I finally have my two Yorkies (Bella and Ruby) :)

Oh these are so good, and sad.

Teri, I Love Lilacs,and can see how that would be a great memory.

And Deb,
The car story, I have those two, My dad has pic's of me standing on my head in the back seat on vacation, going out west, I was so tired of being in the car.
And then when we would go places I usually go to take a friend (only child syndrome) well one summer, we go to Sea World, and cause my Dad was so COOL, he decided we MUST take the Corvette,so me and my 12 year old girlfriend are jammed in that back compartment the entire 3 hour trip. I remember every bump, cause they ride so smooth. lol And I remember my Mom bitchin' and moanin' the entire way, because of it.

And your Dad and on your wedding day made me cry! What a great dad story.
And I have a stealing story too~
Stole a pack of " chicklets" from the grocery store, cause Mom gave me the "Look", when I asked for them.. I'll show her, I thought! So, we get home I run straight to my room and shut the door,, RED FLAG, she comes back,, opens the door and I of course, have my mouth full! Well, back to the store we went, and I had to go in and return them and tell them what I did.. :eek:

I HATE IT My mother died Dec 30, 1991, I was 30...she got sick on Dec 23rd....that was the year without a Christmas. Took me a long, long time to put up Christmas decorations and not cry the entire time.

Fast forward to age 44....my father passed away last May. I will tell you a secret....I placed a note in his pocket....inside it said..."I will always be your baby. No one else knows I did that.....

I'll tell ya when my father died, it brought all the emotions from my mother passing right back up to the top....everything you'd thought you'd dealt with....sigh.

Both seem like yesterday and forever at the same time :( :( :(

Ok~ tears are streaming now!

I have one of those spoiled, only children. I have paid for more other people's children to go on vacation than their own parents have spent.

And your mother made you return the USED gum or just what was left? All I could imagine was you handing over a ball of chewed up gum :eek:

Sorry to be the downer of your thread....and yep, some of those stories got me teary yed...but they are GREAT memories ;)

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And your mother made you return the USED gum or just what was left? All I could imagine was you handing over a ball of chewed up gum :eek:

Probably~ I don't recall! Probably the empty box,and then spit the wad of chicklets on the counter. :cool:
To this day, I can not see or think of chicklets and not smile. :rolleyes:

That is funny I am not an only child and we would do the same thing! We would have to take friends when we went on vacation and mom woudl be stuck with like 10 kids out camping!!! Or we would make plans to go spend the night somewhere and tell our friends parents dont worry about it my mom will bring me and pick me up! So mom was always running us all over the place!

Awww, don't cry...but next time your momma gives ya "the look"...you lean over and kiss her :)

I can still hear my mother's angry voice saying my name....DDE--BRA....drawn out just that way. Obviously she had to use that tone alot :eek:

Another bad memory that I just thought of was last year on my wedding day, my real dad didnt even come :( My stepdad walked me down the aisle which was the plan from the start but my dad didnt even show his face it really broke my heart and I spent the day crying bc of it but I have come to the conclusioin that its his loss and not mine!

My best childhood memories without a doubt is all the summers that I spent with my grandparents. I went to their house either the day school was out or the next day and didn't come home until the day before school started and most of the time I left crying.

My worst is seeing my mom have a seizure and my dad making me run down to my uncles house to wake him up so he could go and get the ambulance and come and take my mom to the hospital. I got really upset because he wouldn't let me call. Later realized he wanted to get me out of the house and not sit there and watch.

Yes it does suck. My mom is still living but, my dad died 2 years ago at the age of 70 from emphyzema. I still can hear him answering the phone "howdy".

It also sucks that my grandmother my mom's mom died on my birthday almost 5 years ago. She was like a second mother to me. Spent all of my summers with her and my grandfather until I got up in high school and started playing basketball religiously(sp)

My best memory is when it was Christmas and I was 6 years old. I wanted a Barbie soooo bad. Another girl at school had one and I was so jealous. Well sure enough for Christmas I got her!! Mom has a picture of me holding her and I have a really big smile. I played and played with her and all the other Barbies that I got. I still have her and all of the others and they're in really good shape.

A fun memory that I have is also at Christmas time. My brother was about 6 or 7. My mom and I had run to the store for a short time and had left my brother at home. He wanted another GI Joe for Christmas and there was a package under the tree that he just knew was a GI Joe. He had taken the GI Joe that he had and had measured it against the box to see if a GI Joe would fit in the box. (It was a GI Joe.) Well, our house had a hallway that went from the front room into the back room. It ran through the center of the house and our Christmas tree was in the back room against the wall, but was at the end of the hallway. When we got back from the store Mom went to put some presents under the tree and noticed that the GI Joe package had been opened and "someone" had tried to re-wrap the box. Well, my brother said that he and our dashund had been running down the hallway and the dog had "run into the present", unwrapping it in the process. However, my brother assured my mom that he'd tried to wrap it back the best he could. I still remember him telling Mom the story. It was so funny!!!

My worst memories are when my dad had a mental breakdown when I was in high school. He thought that the Communists were after him and things got really weird, especially one night. He spent several months in a mental hospital. After he got home he and my mom would fight, but never in front of us. My mom would always have bruises, but she always said that she just bruised easily and we all believed her. In my wedding pictures you can tell that he doesn't look right. He was on so many drugs that his eyes don't look right. It's been 30 years and my mom and dad are divorced, so now I'm the one that has to keep a watch over his mental problems. I don't know what I'd do without my husband to help me.

OMG, I confess....I opened ALL my presents for YEARS cause I couldn't stand it. It was fairly common knowledge that I did it too.

Yea, but still hurt just the same. After my mom died....sometimes my dad would be a complete a$$ and not do something or go somewhere...because essentially he was pouting. Finally I got to the point....look, I'd let you to do X, but if he didn't, I did not let it spoil my time. He was missing out, not US :)

I remember doing it with ONE doll,and I was so paranoid that my Mom was gonna find out, she never did, but I never did it again. I was a GOOD girl.( after the guilt, took over) :rolleyes:

That's probably the one she threw out first, there's your karma ;)

I actually did this with the first Christmas gift hubby ever gave me when we were dating....he was silly enough to place it under our tree...that made it fair game :rolleyes: It was a gold heart necklace and earrings with diamonds....small ones, but diamonds just the same. ;)

I love everyones stories and memories..any more?

Absolute worse ever...you're not a kid anymore....both my parents are deceased and it sucks :([/QUOTE]

This hits home for me too. Both my parents died in "93 about 7 months apart. My last grandparent died 2 years ago- I often lately find myself wishing to talk to them about things. I tell my husband- there's no one left who knows my childhood. :(

Yes, I would have to say my best memories are of spending summers at my grandparents. They lived in a town of 800 while I lived in the city. I still think leaving the city and getting outdoors is the best thing ever.

To reverse the damage I did to this thread yesterday......

When we were kids, my mother sent us OUTSIDE immediately...you know....
it's nice, go outside. We hit those bikes, and literally travel in a 10 mile radius...did she know where we were? Ah, no and we didn't have to come in until the street lights came on. She actually preferred if we didn't :D The way I see it, someone could've kidnapped us, and no one would know until 8-10 hours later. Course back then apparently no one wanted anyone else's stinkin' kids. :eek:

Hey rrosenberry, did ya get a set of boot roller skates. You know, ones that laced up, instead of the metal suckers that clamped over your shoes and always fell off. And you couldn't adjust them cause first thing ya did...was lose the key that came with them. Any way got those one Christmas....the year Virginia had it's only white Christmas on record :rolleyes: You can NOT roller skate in snow :( I tried :eek:

One snow my dad and brothers built an igloo. It was so cool looking. Can't describe the inside cause it was boy's only...bleah. Having siblings did not mean they were nice to you....even if your mother told them to be :rolleyes:

Last thought on brothers....we'd wrestle and, of course, sis got pined. I'd sooner let them break my arm than say UNCLE :D If they took me down today, I still wouldn't say it :cheer:

PS I am so loving that cheerleader smiley :cheer:

This hits home for me too. Both my parents died in "93 about 7 months apart. My last grandparent died 2 years ago- I often lately find myself wishing to talk to them about things. I tell my husband- there's no one left who knows my childhood. :([/QUOTE]
Sure there is....it's you :) I do understand though....sometimes something happens and my first thought is....I need to call my dad :(

I used to talk to my mother every day at 4:30PM, every day....shortly after she died...wasn't really thinking and I had the phone number half way dialed before realizing what I was doing.....

And not to throw the thread off course...but I'm gonna.
Do you think your parents visit you? At the risk on being put on the whacked list....mine do....in dreams.....seriously. Not every dream they're in...there are some that just feel different, you feel good after :) Maybe they're not visits but they are to me :)

OMG! YES!!
Roller skating was my life from 4-8th grade,, mine was at the SKATE PLACE every Friday, night, while my mom and dad went out..usually Dad showed up a little intoxicated and occasionally wanted to skate... NOT good, I wanted to DIE, remember that feeling " OH DAD!" :mad: I had those skates, and the skate CASE, and those little glow green sticks,, and oh so many Pom-poms.

I grew up in the country and had a mini bike a Honda 50, lime green, I had paths through all my neighbors yards. So, I so get the " OUTSIDE" that was so my moms line. " Why would you wanna be inside?" We had all these huge pine trees behind my house, so we would make forts all the time.

I was just telling someone the other day about being outside morning till nighfall, and moms being ok with that, enjoying it.. LOL

:eek: We went to the skating rink too. I made out with a boy once at the skating rink :eek: And with the mother's intuition they had in those days...my mother knew immediately!!! I got in big trouble because....nice girls don't act like that :rolleyes: Actually someone snitched on me....but it took me years to realize how my mother found out the things she did. Wait a minute...maybe she'd done some of those things herself :eek:

PS...Rrosenberry, I had a motorcycle too...a full size one...not a mini bike. It was MINE, not my stinkin' brothers ;) I laid that thing over so many times. All summer my legs were covered in circular burn marks from the muffler :eek: All the boys thought I was so cool :cool:

Ok I've got another good memory.

When I was young like 4 or 5 my great grandma used to watch us wile my mom was at work. We would go out in her backyard and she would put sheets over the clothes lines and make us tents so we could play house. We would make salad out of leaves and flowers and pretend to eat it. She had a crate full of dishes for us to play with. Well one day I was digging for a bowl or something and I stuck my hand in the crate and pulled out a big TOAD!!! I started crying and peed my pants!

She would also put this big plastic sheet thing that she got at the store on a hill and put baby oil on it and me and my sisters would all go out in our panties and slip and slide all day long!!!

My great grandma is still alive and I am so thankful to have these memories!