Question of the day

childhoodWhats your best childhood memory?

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8 Responses to Question of the day

  1. joz1234 says:

    I don’t really remember a best…
    I do remember a worst.
    That cannot be good.

  2. SKL says:

    Maybe the time I got a much-hoped-for violin for Christmas. Or, if we can go up to age 12, the first time I held my baby sister. Or the first time my parents made me feel really special as an individual (separate from their 5 other kids), when celebrating my 12th birthday.

  3. Noturus says:

    I remember going on Saturdays to visit my Aunt Corinne. She always kept a crate of Coca-Cola on her back porch. Remember those wooden crates and those small, green glass bottles? She would fill two glasses with ice and then open a single bottle with her “church key”. My brother and I would watch as she poured the rich, fizzy brown cola over the crackling ice.

    What a treat that was for us! It was the only time we were allowed to drink Coke.

  4. mssc54 says:

    Working on a horse ranch.

  5. pammy wammy says:

    Walking barefoot down a muddy country road with my grandma 🙂

  6. Tosha says:

    I dont know. I had alot of bad with okay thrown in. I remember good times but not many and I can’t place my finger on the best. Maybe the day my lil brother was born.. however I was 16 at that time.

  7. Just a Mom says:

    My best childhood memory was when my mom made me a jump rope out of the plastic bread bags that we hade saved when I was 4. She braided them all together and I thought that was so cool. I don’t think it worked well but it was still cool!

  8. javajunkee says:

    going to Lake of the Ozarks every year for vacation. I can remember the gas stations we stopped at ..packing the car (this was before so much traffic and no seat belts)…I would make a little bed in the back seat (I was the only one at home then)…and have my little set up back there. God I miss being a kid and life.
    We would stop at the same gas stations and always one little diner along the way. They looked for us every year. We stayed at the same motel every year…and got our same room. Life was good then.

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