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What Is Your Best Childhood Memory??
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What Is Your Best Childhood Memory?? Share with us a little bit about you. What is your best childhood memory??  |
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Some nights. sitting around with my siblings, listening to scary stories that my dad or uncles used tell us. we will seat around on the floor in a circle. around a fire pit. and then of course. we will be terrified to sleep that night and even 3 of us will share the same bed Haha Miss those days and miss many of those people cause the already passed.
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Late summer nights we are very poor. We would spray the house for mosquitoes with this toxic spray and had to stay outside for a few hours till it cleared up. We would play hide and seek or kick the can. It was summer and would be daylight till almost 11. As it would get dark the skys were so clear in the country and the stars would be so bright. Has anyone played kick the can? Thanks Nicelipss66 for making me remember those nights. Have a great weekend... Able202
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Late summer nights we are very poor. We would spray the house for mosquitoes with this toxic spray and had to stay outside for a few hours till it cleared up. We would play hide and seek or kick the can. It was summer and would be daylight till almost 11. As it would get dark the skys were so clear in the country and the stars would be so bright. Has anyone played kick the can? Thanks Nicelipss66 for making me remember those nights. Have a great weekend... No. never heard or play kick the can before. how is that, care to please explain a little bit about?..or maybe I know by another Spanish name.
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"Come and let us dine upon the wondrous feast of divine sensuality and drink of the sweet wines of fiery, passionate lust my sweet." scott6250 My best memory from childhood is of going to my first pro hockey game: St. Louis Blues at the Atlanta Flames when I lived outside of Atlanta. The Flames won 2-1. "Sweet, steamy, sensuous kisses light the bright fires of passionate lust within us." scott6250
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X-max eve with all the family around having dinner together. Then just hanging out telling of stories and a lot of laughs. Something that is now lost in this era. With all the modern electronics. 
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"Come and let us dine upon the wondrous feast of divine sensuality and drink of the sweet wines of fiery, passionate lust my sweet." scott6250 My best memory from childhood is of going to my first pro hockey game: St. Louis Blues at the Atlanta Flames when I lived outside of Atlanta. The Flames won 2-1.
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That sounds beautiful. Thank you for sharing
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Whenever we got together with our cousins...we would play. Make jokes. Laugh a nd smile. We still get together s adults and tell stories about those day to our children, nieces & nephews...such fond memories!
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Whenever we got together with our cousins...we would play. Make jokes. Laugh a nd smile. We still get together s adults and tell stories about those day to our children, nieces & nephews...such fond memories!
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I like this question- I got this one! My fondest is also one of my earliest. I remember cool spring mornings on the seat of a two bottom plow drawn by our horses, Frank and Daisy, in my grandfather's lap as we did the spring plowing. I remember the smell of the fresh earth turned over by the plows, and the smell of the horses. I remember the powerful sound of their breath, and the slicing of the shares in the earth, and the occasional snort the horses would give. I remember the bright sky and the brown earth, and I felt safe and I belonged where I was. I feel safe again just remembering it. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I like this question- I got this one! My fondest is also one of my earliest. I remember cool spring mornings on the seat of a two bottom plow drawn by our horses, Frank and Daisy, in my grandfather's lap as we did the spring plowing. I remember the smell of the fresh earth turned over by the plows, and the smell of the horses. I remember the powerful sound of their breath, and the slicing of the shares in the earth, and the occasional snort the horses would give. I remember the bright sky and the brown earth, and I felt safe and I belonged where I was. I feel safe again just remembering it.
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It may sound strange, but, my fondest childhood memory is a barn. It is an anchor of lots of my happiest times and memories as a child and an adult. It was a huge barn for eastern Carolina, almost twice the size of any others on the farm or close. But then, it was set well back in the woods and swamp on a piece of land that was just over 100 acres down a path that was just over half mile from the closest field. Made of heart pine, oak, and cypress with a tin roof; and had stored hay, oats, tobacco, corn, tractors, horses and mules; and in the hot afternoon sun it had an aroma all its on. It sat almost in the middle of the field, with a huge old pear tree and deep well right beside it. There was a swimming hole and dock on the back side where we had benches nailed to the trees. Farming; picnics; hunting; fishing; working on trucks, cars, and tractors; bonfires with friends; camping out; getting drunk; and one of my favorite places to have sex during a summer thunderstorm or anytime. It burned down over 20 years ago not, but, it's still one of the fondest places in my memories.
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And yes, kick the can was a game we played for hours on summer nights
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It may sound strange, but, my fondest childhood memory is a barn. It is an anchor of lots of my happiest times and memories as a child and an adult. It was a huge barn for eastern Carolina, almost twice the size of any others on the farm or close. But then, it was set well back in the woods and swamp on a piece of land that was just over 100 acres down a path that was just over half mile from the closest field. Made of heart pine, oak, and cypress with a tin roof; and had stored hay, oats, tobacco, corn, tractors, horses and mules; and in the hot afternoon sun it had an aroma all its on. It sat almost in the middle of the field, with a huge old pear tree and deep well right beside it. There was a swimming hole and dock on the back side where we had benches nailed to the trees. Farming; picnics; hunting; fishing; working on trucks, cars, and tractors; bonfires with friends; camping out; getting drunk; and one of my favorite places to have sex during a summer thunderstorm or anytime. It burned down over 20 years ago not, but, it's still one of the fondest places in my memories.
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Waking up on Christmas morning to find my presents at the foot of the bed.  ~~Anais Nin~~
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Going on holiday and living on a caravan (trailer) park for two weeks during the mid- 60s
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Running around playing outside in my batman suit, cape and all. I was four years old
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Thank you for sharing your great memories Lisa
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Ken, That is a very sweet story. I can actually picture you running around as a little boy hehe. Thank you for the smile.
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Waking up on Christmas morning to find my presents at the foot of the bed.
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Living in Minnesota there is water everywhere! I grew up on the Mississippi. I remember going out in the speed boat with my grandfather all summer long. The smell of the water, the sound of the V8 engine, and the feel of the wake on my finger tips. Great memories!!
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Going on holiday and living on a caravan (trailer) park for two weeks during the mid- 60s
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Too many to discern one my lady : 60'ies and 70'ies : Endless summers under pine treees, the smell of dried earth figs and mullberries The sound of the sea nearby, and the feeling of warm grainy sand between our toes Swimming and diving for hours, the rubbery taste of the mask in your faces and then the salty smell of towels The iodine smell persisitng in our nostrils over the taste of melon , while pretending to be asleep in the heat of the early afternoon reading comics or the same books for the umteenth time
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Too many to discern one my lady : 60'ies and 70'ies : Endless summers under pine treees, the smell of dried earth figs and mullberries The sound of the sea nearby, and the feeling of warm grainy sand between our toes Swimming and diving for hours, the rubbery taste of the mask in your faces and then the salty smell of towels The iodine smell persisitng in our nostrils over the taste of melon , while pretending to be asleep in the heat of the early afternoon reading comics or the same books for the umteenth time
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Awwwwwww that is so sweet. I used to do wonder woman hahaha 
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