What was your most memorable childhood experience?
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When I was 17, I just won a series of achievement awards when my father showed a rare demonstration of emotion and teared up. He hugged me and told me how proud he was of me and loved me. He passed away when he was only 48 years old. I will remember that moment forever.
This is a tough question. I can’t put my finger on just one thing. My life consists of so many ups and downs, that they blend into one collage called “Life”. I’ve had some significant illnesses, that changed the direction of my life for a while. At one point in my life, I had to become a ward of the state, because of an illness, but just because I was down, I was not out, and came back to become a useful citizen, not just another welfare statistic. That was probably the most memorable moment or experience of my life.
Hmm. You always make us pick “one” thing. Too hard!
I guess if someone did one of those inkblot type tests on me and said “childhood,” the first image that would come to my mind is playing on bikes with my siblings outside our house. I guess at least half of all my childhood memories are somewhat connected to a bike. But that’s not very interesting is it?
Memorable – I remember lots of times I got in trouble with my mom, but nothing noteworthy . . . .
Embarrassing – the time I was selected to play a violin solo in the 5th grade, and when the big moment came, realized I’d forgotten to rosin my bow, then dropped and busted the rosin in a million pieces, dropped my music book while trying (unsuccessfully) to adjust my music stand, and completely butchered “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” while all the parents in the audience (other than my poor dad) were grinning because they were so glad it wasn’t THEIR kid up there . . . .
Special – holding my baby sister for the first time when she was 1.5 days old (I was 12).
I have 3 sister, I’m the baby and I grew up with my oldest Missie (10 years older) and the 2 middle sisters, Carissa and Roz lived in Montana. I’ve always been extremely close to Missie, we have a connection that I don’t have with ANYONE else still to this day, I consider her my best friend. I was 10 when I meet Roz and Carissa for the first time and I’ll never forget it. I felt an immediate connection with them and we learned a lot about each other. I’ll never forget that day I got 2 more sisters in my life. Two years later we found out Roz was not my Dads ( still up for debate) I moved from home at 16 and went to Montana and I’m glad I did because Roz and I became very close. I can’t imagine my life without my sisters, and thank God for them!!
Going to visit Grandma and Grandpa Claus in Kansas City. Six people crammed in a car for 10 hours. Me being stuck in the middle (and being the tallest) while being poked with elbows from all sides. Stopping at some dumpy truck stop in Albert Lea for breakfast (always the same one) and having to pee so bad by lunch time that you had to beg dad to stop somewhere! We learned to travel far without stopping every hour and to get along when we didn’t want to. I wouldn’t be able to sleep the night before because I was so excited to go and then I’d be up by 3 am to get ready. (We always left by 4am) I loved those trips!
I have given this a lot of thought since I found the question and posted it. The very first image that came into my head, the very first one was of my dad and I sitting on our front steps eating a scoop of vanilla ice cream out of a cantaloupe cut in half. Like a bowl. I know it seems very inconsequential, but that was the first thing that came to mind.
If I had another, it would be all 17 summers of my time in Canada with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.
But I felt I should stick to the first thought. The more I “thought,” the more I felt peace during those times. It was time alone with my dad and we sat there a long time eating. Besides, that tasted so good. I tried eating it as an adult, but it didn’t taste the same as it did on the front steps.
Oh my that sounds sooo good, I’ll have to try that. I bet the kids would love that. YUMMO!!!
I had to walk a long distance to school. There were a lot of exciting adventures along the way.
Were can I start, i have a ton, but I can remember getting out of school for the summer and spending the summer with my grandma, and then coming home when sept came along. I remember driving up to the cabin in Maple Lake, before my grandparents move there, and going to the lake to catch fish. And anything else that come along. Playing tag in the corn fields, and four wheeling, to many to list.
Going to our small town pool with my grandma. She used to take us to our swimming lessons. They were for two weeks each summer and we got to stay with her. I won’t ever forget that fun time.
I have to many memories. My most memorable would have to be just being free. Being a kid. The one that comes up the most though was my 13 year old all star season (baseball)
I can’t think of one thing that stands out above the rest.. i don tknow if thats a good thing or a bad thing
Going out in a little fishing boat with my dad and sitting there in the sun with just the two of us. That was the best even when we didn’t catch anything. We would stop at a little fish market and pick up fish and tell my mom we caught them. I think she knew but she let us have our “fish story!”