Childhood Memories

[Jy]

I was listening to the radio as I drove to work this morning, and a song came on that I hadn't heard in years, and it took me back to my childhood. I carried my transistor radio with me everywhere I went, the earpiece firmly in place. I would ride my bike all over town -to the library, to the park, to a friend's house- with my radio stored in my carrier or hooked on my pocket, singing at the top of my lungs. It's one of my fondest memories.
Do you have any favourite childhood memories you want to share with us?

[Feelgoode]

I was listening to the radio as I drove to work this morning, and a song came on that I hadn't heard in years, and it took me back to my childhood. I carried my transistor radio with me everywhere I went, the earpiece firmly in place. I would ride my bike all over town -to the library, to the park, to a friend's house- with my radio stored in my carrier or hooked on my pocket, singing at the top of my lungs. It's one of my fondest memories.
Do you have any favourite childhood memories you want to share with us?

I remember the ice cream man coming on a warm summer evening, and got my favourite ice cream with the gum ball on the bottom. We all sat around and hung out when the sun was setting. And when it became night time, rather than the adults telling us to go inside, they let us stay out later, and we just hung out and played. They had lit some citronella candles for light and to keep the nugs away as the evening cooled off. Very memorable of the innosence of being a kid, watching fireflies, and being around a whole neighborhood of friends that evening.

[yaser]

I was listening to the radio as I drove to work this morning, and a song came on that I hadn't heard in years, and it took me back to my childhood. I carried my transistor radio with me everywhere I went, the earpiece firmly in place. I would ride my bike all over town -to the library, to the park, to a friend's house- with my radio stored in my carrier or hooked on my pocket, singing at the top of my lungs. It's one of my fondest memories.
Do you have any favourite childhood memories you want to share with us?Jazzy I adore you..When you divorce, please marry me...How can I forget a lamp radio which had a big case and which can be heard from a very long distance...I used to listen to it and one I told my dear mother that I saw the ladies and getlemn who talked on radio whih was my first lie to mom.You are triggering my memoires..My uncle sold 100 goats and bought a radio in 1950's...I have learned many things from the radio.And workewd as a radion program produser for 15 years and still love radio which makes you free rather than tv.Now I have been teaching radio broadcasting to the students.Will youn promise me?

[Annie]

My sister and I used to spend the summer at my grandparents house because my mom and dad both worked. One summer my grandfather overhauled the engine on his old Ford Galexy. He had most of it apart on his picnic table and I watched intently as he worked and asked about a million questions about this and that. He never once made me think or feel like I was bothering him or getting in his way. He was always that way, when I was with him I was the most important person in the world to him... always.

I think he's the reason I took auto shop in high school and then became a light wheel mechanic in the army. The memory of that summer and my time with him and that old Ford never left me.

[cherokeered]

I mostly remember my grandfather...the way he held me as we watched tv...bowling of course....the way he calmed me when I had a nightmare...I had a bad one once and went screaming for him and he held me all night until I could fall back asleep... or the way he would make my cheeks red with his whiskers just to see me laugh and hear me giggle...I never had a real father so he was it for me...he died before I hit my teens...still cry about it


:)

[Norfolkdave]

I can remember back as far as six, playing with toys infront of my nans fire, and then playing out in the garden, with our little pitcairn dog called Sally. My nan getting dougnuts of the delivery men, and their carts drawn by horses, the beautiful long summers, oh it was heaven, now 54 years on a distant memory.

[Annie]

...I never had a real father so he was it for me...he died before I hit my teens...still cry about it


:)

Yeah Red I know what you mean... my real dad left when I was 11 so my grandfather was pretty much it. My mom had to work all the time so grandma and he filled in the gaps and there were many. Grandpa was my hero and he still is to this day. He passed away when I was 5 months pregnant with our only child. I still ache for him and think about him every single day that goes by.

[sweet]

My best childhood memories include my grandfather as well. The first thing I did when I arrived at my grandparents house was run into the living room straight to my grandpa, sitting in his Lazy Boy recliner, and climb right up on his lap and give him a kiss and a huge bear hug. That was my favorite place to be. I wish my daughters would have gotten to know him before he passed away. He was an absolutely wonderful man.

[G...G]

Gosh.. How sad!! I can't think of any!! Except my grandmother!! She spoiled me rotten!!

[Barkiss]

Jeez...you all are bringing a tear to my eye. I spent most of my childhood summers with my grandparents.

I remember going to their pool at night with my grandfather and his AM radio. We would listen to the Braves games (and this was when they were horrible, Dave Murphy Bob Horner era) while swimming laps. I remember the bats that would dive into the water to get a drink and scare the piss out of me, but never bother my hero.

I remember going line finishing with him and pulling out huge catfish. We'd take them back to our tents, where he would fry them up on an open fire. I remember the first time I had to go to the bathroom in the woods, and he handed me a shovel and some toilet paper. When I came back with a tear in my eye, he walked with me behind some trees, dug me a hole, brought over two small logs, which he laid on either side of the hole, and told me to sit there.

I remember the first time I helped him run for office. Standing at the local gas store handing out matches with his name and picture on it...I know, sort of weird handing out matches around gas. I remember going to the election day party and seeing him so happy when he won. I remember him pulling me up on stage beside him when he made his acceptance speech to a group of about 100 people.

But mostly, I remember sitting in his lap every night while he read me a story, and feeling so comfortable and safe. I remember his smell, the way his chest moved when he breathed, the sound of his heartbeat when I had my head on his chest, and I remember my eyes getting heavy. I never remember walking myself to bed...:)

[Annie]

Gosh.. How sad!! I can't think of any!! Except my grandmother!! She spoiled me rotten!!

Well Georgia I hope it's because there were so many good memories that they are all jumbled together and not the other way around! :knuddel:

[sweet]

You're the one who made me tear up hun! That was so sweet...especially the last part...:cry: Grandparents are the best aren't they?



Jeez...you all are bringing a tear to my eye. I spent most of my childhood summers with my grandparents.



But mostly, I remember sitting in his lap every night while he read me a story, and feeling so comfortable and safe. I remember his smell, the way his chest moved when he breathed, the sound of his heartbeat when I had my head on his chest, and I remember my eyes getting heavy. I never remember walking myself to bed...:)

[sweetgapeach]

Jeez...you all are bringing a tear to my eye. I spent most of my childhood summers with my grandparents.

I remember going to their pool at night with my grandfather and his AM radio. We would listen to the Braves games (and this was when they were horrible, Dave Murphy Bob Horner era) while swimming laps. I remember the bats that would dive into the water to get a drink and scare the piss out of me, but never bother my hero.

I remember going line finishing with him and pulling out huge catfish. We'd take them back to our tents, where he would fry them up on an open fire. I remember the first time I had to go to the bathroom in the woods, and he handed me a shovel and some toilet paper. When I came back with a tear in my eye, he walked with me behind some trees, dug me a hole, brought over two small logs, which he laid on either side of the hole, and told me to sit there.

I remember the first time I helped him run for office. Standing at the local gas store handing out matches with his name and picture on it...I know, sort of weird handing out matches around gas. I remember going to the election day party and seeing him so happy when he won. I remember him pulling me up on stage beside him when he made his acceptance speech to a group of about 100 people.

But mostly, I remember sitting in his lap every night while he read me a story, and feeling so comfortable and safe. I remember his smell, the way his chest moved when he breathed, the sound of his heartbeat when I had my head on his chest, and I remember my eyes getting heavy. I never remember walking myself to bed...:)


Awww, How Sweet !!

[sweetgapeach]

My Grandparents had a Farm in Loganville , and we would go there every weekend .
And the best part was walking in the House and my Grandpa would light up and grab me and tell me a knock knock joke . lol
I loved him so , besides my Daddy I think one of my first loves .He taught me to drive a three wheeler, and Me and my cousins use to play Hide and Seek in the wheat fields , make homemade ice cream , life was so simple at their House. I miss that

[Dmy]

Neat to hear some of your memories. Makes me wish I knew my grandfathers :( . Never saw any grandfathers of mine, they both passed away before I knew them and one was in his 90's. But was blessed to know one grandmother who is identical to how I see my mother now.
Was a tradition to open gift at my Grandmothers house with her whole family there on Christmas eve after a Christmas service. I always remembered getting pajamas from my grandmother every year it seemed, always sewn and maybe a shirt if not pajamas.
Memories I remember of younger years was to ride my bike to the my friends house about 2 miles on a rough dirt road to play or he'd ride to mine. We'd pester my older sisters and have mud fights or something involving a war between them somehow :nu . Then tubing and swimming in the irrigation canal when older. Thats where I first learned to water ski...not recommended though...pulled behind pickup, you'd had to learn in a hurry :whee: ... lol.

[sweetgapeach]

I remember the ice cream man coming on a warm summer evening, and got my favourite ice cream with the gum ball on the bottom. We all sat around and hung out when the sun was setting. And when it became night time, rather than the adults telling us to go inside, they let us stay out later, and we just hung out and played. They had lit some citronella candles for light and to keep the nugs away as the evening cooled off. Very memorable of the innosence of being a kid, watching fireflies, and being around a whole neighborhood of friends that evening.



Wasnt that ice cream with the gumball at the bottom called, a Cannon Ball ?

[Jy]

I think it was! I never got those ones though. I would get a regular cone and give the bottom of it to my dog. He always knew he'd be getting it to!! He'd be jumping around and yipping right as soon as he saw the cone!!Wasnt that ice cream with the gumball at the bottom called, a Cannon Ball ?

[MCat]

My best childhood memories are spending time with my grandparents.


There were 6 of us grandkids...we would stay weekends at grandpa's in the summer, ride the wagon while they baled hay, fed the calves, gathered eggs, played in the pond (gramp had a boat tied to a tree so we could just safely sit in the boat without going anywhere).

Fresh apple pie, home made bread, the tire swing. The perfect childhood.

Hope I can be that kind of grandparent:)

[Seeker]

:55 Great thread, Jazzy!! I'll post a real reply as soon as I get this Mist out of my eyes!:wa:

[Annie]

I think it was! I never got those ones though. I would get a regular cone and give the bottom of it to my dog. He always knew he'd be getting it to!! He'd be jumping around and yipping right as soon as he saw the cone!!

Oh God! Whoever said money can't buy happiness and love never bought a dog!

[lapsnshaks]

Oh God! Whoever said money can't buy happiness and love never bought a dog!

annie i dont think so

[Jy]

Pets are wonderful. They're such good company and they really do love you unconditionally.
Oh God! Whoever said money can't buy happiness and love never bought a dog!

[Feelgoode]

Wasnt that ice cream with the gumball at the bottom called, a Cannon Ball ?

Yep, the cannon ball, one of my favs

[Feelgoode]

Wasnt that ice cream with the gumball at the bottom called, a Cannon Ball ?

I loved the old ice creams from the ice cream truck, all costing between 10 cents to a quarter!! Of course, the 70s are gone now!! LOL:D

[Jy]

I had an old memory come back to me tonight as I was putting my son to bed...We drove to see the fireworks display for Victoria Day, and our son fell asleep in the car on the way home. I carried him inside, and got him into his jammies while he was still asleep, and I had a recollection of my mom doing the same thing to me when I was a little girl.
My nana lived about an hour away, so most Sundays we'd drive to her house for a visit, and invariably I'd fall asleep on the drive home. I remember my dad would carry me into the house while I was still in a fog, and mom would get me changed into my jammies and I'd roll back over and go right back to sleep. As I watched my son roll over as I did years ago, that same feeling came back to me...that comforting feeling of being safe and sound and sleeping in your own bed.

[Dmy]

Thanks Jazzy for helping us all remember how are parents were so good to us and it was those little things that counted.

I can remember riding horses with no saddle as a kid, just kinda bounced around and then next thing you were bouncing off the back or over the side... I remember once ending up underneath around his neck,pulling his head down and eventually falling off infront the horse...good thing we had some gentle horses.

I remember fishing the little stream by our house like everday after school, and then down by the river with the neighbor kid later on once our mothers trusted us ...;) , we never got in any trouble.....just some mud fights, a few fires, boiling things alive on it, etc...just being a boy ;).

[sweet]

Thanks Jazzy for helping us all remember how are parents were so good to us and it was those little things that counted.

I can remember riding horses with no saddle as a kid, just kinda bounced around and then next thing you were bouncing off the back or over the side... I remember once ending up underneath around his neck,pulling his head down and eventually falling off infront the horse...good thing we had some gentle horses.

I remember fishing the little stream by our house like everday after school, and then down by the river with the neighbor kid later on once our mothers trusted us ...;) , we never got in any trouble.....just some mud fights, a few fires, boiling things alive on it, etc...just being a boy ;).

Gosh that sounds like fun!!
I remember me and and a neighbor kid would go down to the pond and try to catch the frogs or hippity hop toads as I would call them. :D
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was go looking for night crawlers (worms)with my brothers so we could go fishin. I was a bit of a tomboy as you can tell. :)

[Dmy]

I remember my dad working in the barley fields on HOT days on the combine with no cab on it and cant imagine doing that. Unloading barley out of the trucks, hot, dusty, itchy and sweaty. I dont miss that!
I remember riding in the trucks cutting corn for silage...my dad would sometimes shoot the corn next to the window or throw pieces of corn cobs at me....Still was one of my favorite times of the harvest of crops.
I remember bottle feeding the baby calves and how cute those soft long eye brows were on the baby calves. Getting up and helping drive the pickup or truck with hay in the winter or early spring...even if I couldnt reach the petals...:"Just drive in a striaght line or around the field"
I wish my kids had what I grew up with and not miss some of those things of living on a farm or ranch. :(

[sweet]

I remember my dad working in the barley fields on HOT days on the combine with no cab on it and cant imagine doing that. Unloading barley out of the trucks, hot, dusty, itchy and sweaty. I dont miss that!
I remember riding in the trucks cutting corn for silage...my dad would sometimes shoot the corn next to the window or throw pieces of corn cobs at me....Still was one of my favorite times of the harvest of crops.
I remember bottle feeding the baby calves and how cute those soft long eye brows were on the baby calves. Getting up and helping drive the pickup or truck with hay in the winter or early spring...even if I couldnt reach the petals...:"Just drive in a striaght line or around the field"
I wish my kids had what I grew up with and not miss some of those things of living on a farm or ranch. :(

Sounds like you had a great childhood hun. I wish I could've lived out on a farm. We lived out in the country and would visit our neighbors farm, and that was always fun, but not the same as living on your own. Hopefully I can find a nice quiet place out in the country some day so that my kids will at least get to experience a little of what living in the country is all about. I miss that so much! City life is deffinetly not for me.

[dartgirl]

I use to go spend a couple of weeks every summer on my uncles dairy farm. I love the smell of fresh cut alfalfa. It was such fun to play in the hay barn or roll around up in the grain above the milk barn.

[MCat]

For my 16th birthday my parents let me and my sister spend a month during the summer in Arkansas with my grandparents. It was a blast. They ran a small general store and we made lunches for the local farmers. Mom and Dad came and got us just in time...we were about to have us some bean farmers :D

[Jy]

My son's fifth birthday is coming up soon, so I have been starting my lists, and fielding numerous suggestions from him as to what activities we should plan for the party (and no, I'm not buying a pony so they can have pony rides!!) This seems to be a landmark birthday; the official end to babyhood, a new chapter of childhood beginning, and I couldn't help but remember my fifth birthday, as it was one of the most memorable birthdays of my life.
My mom spent a lot of my childhood in and out of the hospital. The summer of 1970 was an especially bad one and she was gone for most of it. Her absence was tangible and homelife was subdued and tense while we waited for news of her health. Sensing the need to boost our spirits, my 13 year old sister decided to throw me a birthday party. She and a few of her friends baked a cake, organized games, decorated the house, and invited all my friends. I hadn't had a party before, and I was overwhelmed by it all. I felt like a true princess in my party dress, my best shoes and socks accessorized by some fetching scabs on my knees, and a cardboard and foil tiara completing the look. I'm not sure who had more fun though, the partygoers or the organizers! They were so proud of their hard work and success, which they should have been. Especially considering how young they were, they put on a fantastic party and even had loot bags for the guests to take home.
Looking back on that day, I'm am once again overwhelmed by their selfless and generous gesture. Even at five years of age, I knew that she had gone to alot of trouble, but couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of such an undertaking until I was a mother myself. Throwing a party for a group of youngsters isn't just a walk in the park. It's boot camp!
This morning I called my sister and her three friends just to say thanks again for such a loving and thoughtful act of kindness. I have never forgotten it.

[yaser]

My son's fifth birthday is coming up soon, so I have been starting my lists, and fielding numerous suggestions from him as to what activities we should plan for the party (and no, I'm not buying a pony so they can have pony rides!!) This seems to be a landmark birthday; the official end to babyhood, a new chapter of childhood beginning, and I couldn't help but remember my fifth birthday, as it was one of the most memorable birthdays of my life.
My mom spent a lot of my childhood in and out of the hospital. The summer of 1970 was an especially bad one and she was gone for most of it. Her absence was tangible and homelife was subdued and tense while we waited for news of her health. Sensing the need to boost our spirits, my 13 year old sister decided to throw me a birthday party. She and a few of her friends baked a cake, organized games, decorated the house, and invited all my friends. I hadn't had a party before, and I was overwhelmed by it all. I felt like a true princess in my party dress, my best shoes and socks accessorized by some fetching scabs on my knees, and a cardboard and foil tiara completing the look. I'm not sure who had more fun though, the partygoers or the organizers! They were so proud of their hard work and success, which they should have been. Especially considering how young they were, they put on a fantastic party and even had loot bags for the guests to take home.
Looking back on that day, I'm am once again overwhelmed by their selfless and generous gesture. Even at five years of age, I knew that she had gone to alot of trouble, but couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of such an undertaking until I was a mother myself. Throwing a party for a group of youngsters isn't just a walk in the park. It's boot camp!
This morning I called my sister and her three friends just to say thanks again for such a loving and thoughtful act of kindness. I have never forgotten it.You are the true princess,Jazzy..

[Jy]

Thank you, Yasar. And you, my friend, are a true prince.You are the true princess,Jazzy..

[sweet]

That was such a heartwarming story Jazzy. It sounds like you have a wonderful big sister who loves you very much. And I agree, you are a true princess! :)


My son's fifth birthday is coming up soon, so I have been starting my lists, and fielding numerous suggestions from him as to what activities we should plan for the party (and no, I'm not buying a pony so they can have pony rides!!) This seems to be a landmark birthday; the official end to babyhood, a new chapter of childhood beginning, and I couldn't help but remember my fifth birthday, as it was one of the most memorable birthdays of my life.
My mom spent a lot of my childhood in and out of the hospital. The summer of 1970 was an especially bad one and she was gone for most of it. Her absence was tangible and homelife was subdued and tense while we waited for news of her health. Sensing the need to boost our spirits, my 13 year old sister decided to throw me a birthday party. She and a few of her friends baked a cake, organized games, decorated the house, and invited all my friends. I hadn't had a party before, and I was overwhelmed by it all. I felt like a true princess in my party dress, my best shoes and socks accessorized by some fetching scabs on my knees, and a cardboard and foil tiara completing the look. I'm not sure who had more fun though, the partygoers or the organizers! They were so proud of their hard work and success, which they should have been. Especially considering how young they were, they put on a fantastic party and even had loot bags for the guests to take home.
Looking back on that day, I'm am once again overwhelmed by their selfless and generous gesture. Even at five years of age, I knew that she had gone to alot of trouble, but couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of such an undertaking until I was a mother myself. Throwing a party for a group of youngsters isn't just a walk in the park. It's boot camp!
This morning I called my sister and her three friends just to say thanks again for such a loving and thoughtful act of kindness. I have never forgotten it.

[Misty]

My son's fifth birthday is coming up soon, .......

Congratulations Jazzy for ekeing out the best from what could have been devastatingly sad times ... not many have the knack for it.
and that sister of yours requires a big hug from us all :)

[Jy]

Thank you, Misty. I learned at a very tender age that what doesn't kill you will make you strong. I figure I'm pretty much bionic by now!!



Congratulations Jazzy for ekeing out the best from what could have been devastatingly sad times ... not many have the knack for it.
and that sister of yours requires a big hug from us all :)

[Sandy]

yes you are sis :kk

[yaser]

Thank you, Misty. I learned at a very tender age that what doesn't kill you will make you strong. I figure I'm pretty much bionic by now!!Feel happy for you feel that way..

[Jy]

After my son had his bath last night, he got in his jammies and we sat outside on the deck to read his bedtime story. As I was reading, I could smell the top of his head, which smelled like shampoo, fresh air, sunshine and little boy smell which is so difficult to describe. It's such a fresh, happy, alive smell!

I remember being that same age, sitting out on the back patio in my jammies at the end of a long, fun-filled summer day, feeling relaxed, peaceful and excited about what the next day would bring.

[yaser]

After my son had his bath last night, he got in his jammies and we sat outside on the deck to read his bedtime story. As I was reading, I could smell the top of his head, which smelled like shampoo, fresh air, sunshine and little boy smell which is so difficult to describe. It's such a fresh, happy, alive smell!

I remember being that same age, sitting out on the back patio in my jammies at the end of a long, fun-filled summer day, feeling relaxed, peaceful and excited about what the next day would bring.I love the smell of lsome ladies but not some but childer smell like a flower. I wonder how you smell now and when you were a small girl..My fantasy about the smell is I must be able to find my love among the 1000 ladies by smelling all of them...

[SaltyLime]

a lot of halloween ones. picking out masks. putting on make up. that was short lived, when i was 11 a woman told me i was too old. winter time lots of good memories tubing in the the snow. walking home from school and all the short stops like getting a drink from the clinic, taking sanitary wipes from dairy queen.

[Sunfiresix]

My best memory is the summers I spent as a kid with my friends(yup had a couple) swimming in the St Lawrence River--that is when it was pure and clean.

[tiger50]

swimming in the dam on the farm... roll an old cart up on the bank.. pile in... down we go..splash..lol... :D

[Zpanther]

Got great memories of my childhood.... lots and lots of 'em.

One: riding my horse for miles through the foothills of the Crazy Mountains... seeing no other people or houses or roads.... enjoying the gophers and woodchucks whistling and scampering too and fro.... deer watching me inquisitively and then bounding over the ridge.... getting off to examine a bear track.... spying a red fox slinking through the brush.... imagining I'm a character in a western movie.... listening to the red winged blackbirds and magpies loudly chirping at each other...... a meadow lark singing in a meadow sprinkled with wild flowers..... and eagle soaring high above, hunting for rodents...... stopping at a clear bubbling stream to give my horse a drink and scooping up some of the cool water myself .... wishing that cute girl that lives a few miles from my place might suddenly appear on her horse... noticing a badger poke his head out of his large hole in the hillside.... inhaling the aroma of the sagebrush and pine trees.... ruluctantly turning my horse for the ride back to the house.

[hoss]

my favorite memory is visiting my graddads with my mom and dad..when i was a young lad i would lay on my dads chest and listen to his heart beat as i fell asleep on him...or going with my dad for a ice cream in sundays...playing in the sawdust on the floor as my dad worked at his latest project...marching in step as my dad and i walked to the corner store so i could buy the latest archie comic..how my dad left the change on the dresser after work and never saying anything when i took it all for pop...how every christmas i got what i wanted,only to find out years later my dad would hunt all over town for the things i wanted..how my dad was always there for me ,whenever i needed him...

the thing i have to live with is that my dad and i grew very far apart when i got older..
i had forgotten all of the things i just mentioned until it was too late....when he died in march all of these memories came flooding back,thanks to a special lady who helped me remember them.....i miss you dad.....

[Jy]

I heard an old song tonight that brought back a memory of one of my favourite pasttimes as a child...

As many of you know, I am an avid cyclist; I've been passionate about it from the time I got my first bike. It was second-hand, but that didn't matter to me. It was fire engine red, with a basket, and colured beads on the spokes that would rattle and click as I sped along the open roads of our small town.
I would pop my transistor radio in the basket -oftentimes along side my pet Chihuahua- and pedal up and down the streets, my long hair riding the breeze, usually barefoot, clad in my summer uniform of faded cut-offs and a halter, singing along at the top of my lungs to every song. What a glorious, carefree feeling.
Alot of things have changed since then. Now I know the dangers of wearing a walkman while cycling, I wear sensible running shoes, a good helmet, and cycling shorts, but one thing hasn't changed. I still sing at the top of my lungs while I'm riding, but now I have my little boy with me to sing along with.

[Jy]

As I opened the back door this morning to let the dog out, I caught the clean, crisp and unmistakeble scent of winter in the air, and something about it brought back one of my favourite memories of winters.
Every winter, my dad would build a skating rink in our back yard. Back then there was no such thing as rink "kits" like now. He did it the old fashioned way, patting down the snow, levelling it, building up the banks all around. We had a big back yard, so it was always a good size rink. He worked long hours, but every night he'd go out and flood it before bed, slowly buildling the layers. We all learned how to skate right around the time we were potty trained, so we spent all of our free time out there, playing shinny with the neighbourhood kids, squeezing in a few laps between school and supper, late at night under the faint glow coming from the back porch lamp. What a magical time it was.

[spare_change]

And that makes me remember snow up to my waist, snow forts, tunnels, and that long lonely trip to the outhouse. i remember riding horses in snow up to their belly, crisp cold blue skies, and white snow on the pine trees, yanking on the limbs so the snow would dump on my big brothers, getting my face washed in snow, and laughing until it hurt.

[Cotties]

playing in the street and the local bush from 7 in the morning to 7 at night...

I had a great group of friends for years as a kid

[spare_change]

playing in the street and the local bush from 7 in the morning to 7 at night...

I had a great group of friends for years as a kid

It's funny how much we know about them, and so little about the people we live with today. I wonder what happened --

[Jy]

Spare honey, reading your post brought back the feel of snow sneaking down my boots soaking my socks, the smell of wet wool wafting up from my handknit mittens, the glare of the sun on the snow blanketed landscape, the cold in my lungs from -30 days, and the taste of hto chocolate after spending the entire day outside. Thank you for sharing, sweetheart.And that makes me remember snow up to my waist, snow forts, tunnels, and that long lonely trip to the outhouse. i remember riding horses in snow up to their belly, crisp cold blue skies, and white snow on the pine trees, yanking on the limbs so the snow would dump on my big brothers, getting my face washed in snow, and laughing until it hurt.

[Dmy]

Jazzy got me thinking of winter as kid,.......sledding down the hill next to house.. beening pulling behind the pickup in the fields...Tubing...building snow forts and Playing football on the snow packed parking lot at school...(cant do that anymore) , having homemade icecream from the extra cream and ice from the river.....:sc ....feeding the cows in the snow....cleaning out corrals and strawing them down ...and....wow...I remember alot now!

[MCat]

October...

Raking leaves with Dad, jumping in the piles...burning them or using them for mulch on the gardens.

Fresh apple cake warm from the oven with cream cheese icing

Planning what costume we would wear for halloween, mom going through the box of old clothes and helping us choose what could be altered into what ever we imagined. Homemade caramel and candy apples, warm caramel corn, popcorn balls, hot cider...

[Jy]

Sounds heavenly, Dreamy. Thanks for sharing a slice of winter in the country with us!Jazzy got me thinking of winter as kid,.......sledding down the hill next to house.. beening pulling behind the pickup in the fields...Tubing...building snow forts and Playing football on the snow packed parking lot at school...(cant do that anymore) , having homemade icecream from the extra cream and ice from the river.....:sc ....feeding the cows in the snow....cleaning out corrals and strawing them down ...and....wow...I remember alot now!

[Jy]

Your parents sound wonderful, MC. What happy memories you have!October...

Raking leaves with Dad, jumping in the piles...burning them or using them for mulch on the gardens.

Fresh apple cake warm from the oven with cream cheese icing

Planning what costume we would wear for halloween, mom going through the box of old clothes and helping us choose what could be altered into what ever we imagined. Homemade caramel and candy apples, warm caramel corn, popcorn balls, hot cider...

[Rmb]

Almost dying, my mind racing... and realizing that really the most significant thing I had done in my life was walking hand in hand in the woods with my two young daughters treading on brightly coloured leaves in the fall.
Welcome to another day of living. :)

[MCat]

Almost dying, my mind racing... and realizing that really the most significant thing I had done in my life was walking hand in hand in the woods with my two young daughters treading on brightly coloured leaves in the fall.
Welcome to another day of living. :)

And if that's all you ever did that would be wonderful....
They will remember it also.

[hoss]

running home after school and doing my homework...ok...watching tv...all excited about what tonite will bring,wolfing dinner down ,then getting my costume on and racing over to my freinds house to go trick or treating......eating candy until we got sick ,then going home and smashing pumpkins along the way...egging the shitheads house up the street and finally collasping in bed...thinking that in 2 months its Christmas....Halloween was one of my favorite days...it gave me the chance to be someone else for a nite and not have to think about things.....

[Rmb]

And if that's all you ever did that would be wonderful....
They will remember it also.
Thank you hon....they both do it now with their own kids. :)

[Jy]

We never had money for store-bought costumes, and had to make do with hand-me-downs, so I was usually a "hobo". I remember going to the houses in the "new subdivision" because they would give out chocolate bars instead of Kraft caramels or those horrid Hallowe'en chewy candies with the orange andblack wrapper (what were they called?!)

I always tried to make my candy last until Christmas, but never succeeded.
Well, except for all those horrid chewy candies; there were always a few of those around still...

[hoss]

We never had money for store-bought costumes, and had to make do with hand-me-downs, so I was usually a "hobo". I remember going to the houses in the "new subdivision" because they would give out chocolate bars instead of Kraft caramels or those horrid Hallowe'en chewy candies with the orange andblack wrapper (what were they called?!)

I always tried to make my candy last until Christmas, but never succeeded.
Well, except for all those horrid chewy candies; there were always a few of those around still...

thats too funny....i was the same thing every year..my parents werent into halloween,so i would go downstairs to the fireplace and rub ash onto my face to make it dirty,then rub dirt on my face for stubble,wear my dads old cloths...

the best haloween costumes are the home made ones...:wa:

[yaser]

We never had money for store-bought costumes, and had to make do with hand-me-downs, so I was usually a "hobo". I remember going to the houses in the "new subdivision" because they would give out chocolate bars instead of Kraft caramels or those horrid Hallowe'en chewy candies with the orange andblack wrapper (what were they called?!)

I always tried to make my candy last until Christmas, but never succeeded.
Well, except for all those horrid chewy candies; there were always a few of those around still...
But now we have a very sweet girl from those memories..

[MIGHTY]

This might sound silly, but my fondest memory was of a Tea Set I received as a birthday gift when I was very young..someone told me I was three at the time. I have a lot of bad memories that tend to overshadow the good. But the day I got this gift was a day I felt loved. No cares, no worries, no stress, no yelling, hitting, or tears. It wasnt the gift. I think it was the moment. I still think of that day sometimes when I'm feeling down.

[tiger50]

This might sound silly, but my fondest memory was of a Tea Set I received as a birthday gift when I was very young..someone told me I was three at the time. I have a lot of bad memories that tend to overshadow the good. But the day I got this gift was a day I felt loved. No cares, no worries, no stress, no yelling, hitting, or tears. It wasnt the gift. I think it was the moment. I still think of that day sometimes when I'm feeling down.

hey babe, no hitting here either.... :kk

[MIGHTY]

I would never!! ...unless I was asked nicely.;)

[MIGHTY]

..love taps only! promise!

[Jy]

Isn't it incredible that amidst all the horror, the fear and the pain, we can find some joy, a pocket of bliss to take with us on our journey.

Thanks for sharing that memory, Mighty. You have a strong spirit, I see.

This might sound silly, but my fondest memory was of a Tea Set I received as a birthday gift when I was very young..someone told me I was three at the time. I have a lot of bad memories that tend to overshadow the good. But the day I got this gift was a day I felt loved. No cares, no worries, no stress, no yelling, hitting, or tears. It wasnt the gift. I think it was the moment. I still think of that day sometimes when I'm feeling down.

[flamengo130]

Who can remember the bad, unless you really, really try! The good times certainly outweigh any bad times. The little things....playing outside with all the neighbor kids until 11 at night...walking back and forth to school by yourself...going for a hike into the mountains whenever you wanted (at 8 years old)...and so many other things that just can't be allowed anymore due to a handful of assholes! I hope John Walsh does everything he sets out to do, and will support all aspects to prosecute anyone that wants to hurt little kids (oops! got a little political...sorry)

[Jy]

I remember. I don't like remembering, but that doesn't stop them haunting my dreams when I least expect it.
Some of us have more bad memories than good ones, Flamingo. But we try to rise above the past and gain strength from our adversity. I don't think anyone here is really whining about the past, but just sharing what theirs was like. Who can remember the bad, unless you really, really try! The good times certainly outweigh any bad times. The little things....playing outside with all the neighbor kids until 11 at night...walking back and forth to school by yourself...going for a hike into the mountains whenever you wanted (at 8 years old)...and so many other things that just can't be allowed anymore due to a handful of assholes! I hope John Walsh does everything he sets out to do, and will support all aspects to prosecute anyone that wants to hurt little kids (oops! got a little political...sorry)

[MIGHTY]

I remember. I don't like remembering, but that doesn't stop them haunting my dreams when I least expect it.
Some of us have more bad memories than good ones, Flamingo. But we try to rise above the past and gain strength from our adversity. I don't think anyone here is really whining about the past, but just sharing what theirs was like.

Jazzy, thank you for the explaination. I don't think any one of us could have said that better. I ,for one, appreciate the empathetic response.:hug:

[Jy]

And thank you for the hug, Mighty! And for sharing a little piece of your life with all of us here. :kk Jazzy, thank you for the explaination. I don't think any one of us could have said that better. I ,for one, appreciate the empathetic response.:hug:

[MIGHTY]

Who can remember the bad, unless you really, really try! The good times certainly outweigh any bad times. The little things....playing outside with all the neighbor kids until 11 at night...walking back and forth to school by yourself...going for a hike into the mountains whenever you wanted (at 8 years old)...and so many other things that just can't be allowed anymore due to a handful of assholes! I hope John Walsh does everything he sets out to do, and will support all aspects to prosecute anyone that wants to hurt little kids (oops! got a little political...sorry)

I definitely remember the bad more than the good. Do I wish I could go back and erase it all? No. Why? Because I would not be the same person today if it was not for my past. My history has created the person before you..kind, generous, thoughtful, sympathetic, and empathetic. I am this person because of what I went through. Sure there are days I whine..I am entitled! However, I refuse to use my past as an excuse for my actions in the present.

I strongly believe in these things..karma, love and be loved, and do unto others...my life is a test and I am currently passing. I am grateful for every day.

[yaser]

This might sound silly, but my fondest memory was of a Tea Set I received as a birthday gift when I was very young..someone told me I was three at the time. I have a lot of bad memories that tend to overshadow the good. But the day I got this gift was a day I felt loved. No cares, no worries, no stress, no yelling, hitting, or tears. It wasnt the gift. I think it was the moment. I still think of that day sometimes when I'm feeling down.
Mighty, everyone of us had such bad memories but good ones at the same time.And we are still able to stand up.Doesn't that show the fact that we must expect pain from life as well as joy.We are happy to the extent to we are able to tolerate :kk to pain.

[yaser]

I remember. I don't like remembering, but that doesn't stop them haunting my dreams when I least expect it.
Some of us have more bad memories than good ones, Flamingo. But we try to rise above the past and gain strength from our adversity. I don't think anyone here is really whining about the past, but just sharing what theirs was like.
Let us rememeber ,Jazzy,if some pain does not kill me,it makes me more powerful than the past by Nietsche.. :kk

[Rmb]

Everything we have done in life prepares us for today.
We and we alone select our thoughts.
Welcome to another day of living

[Norfolkdave]

Childhood memories of playing on my nans fireside carpet with my toys, the toys now are collectors items worth thousands. Sweets were bigger, and more tastier, running in the fields and looking at leaves floating in the streams and rivers, trips to the zoo, my uncles farm in Kent, tractor rides,, oh days when everything seemed to standstill, and no worries. Faboulous.

[Jy]

I finished putting up the rest of the Christmas lights on the house today, and thought back to when my dad would hang the lights on our house.
I would help him untangle the strings, check the bulbs, then just jump around excitedly and get in the way while he climbed the ladder and hung them along the eaves. I used to love seeing them shining through my window every night when I went to bed, especially when they had a layer of snow on them which would soften them to a warm glow. They were comforting somehow, especially in a home where there was little comfort to be found.
Today I made sure the string of lights went around that side of the house where my son's window is. I hope he never feels their his only source of comfort though.

[yaser]

I finished putting up the rest of the Christmas lights on the house today, and thought back to when my dad would hang the lights on our house.
I would help him untangle the strings, check the bulbs, then just jump around excitedly and get in the way while he climbed the ladder and hung them along the eaves. I used to love seeing them shining through my window every night when I went to bed, especially when they had a layer of snow on them which would soften them to a warm glow. They were comforting somehow, especially in a home where there was little comfort to be found.
Today I made sure the string of lights went around that side of the house where my son's window is. I hope he never feels their his only source of comfort though.
Girl you are a good reporteand a journal writer.I love your reports especially in childhood memories thread.I am your regular reader. :kk

[Jy]

Aww, thanks Yaser dear. I appreciate your feedback.:kk Girl you are a good reporteand a journal writer.I love your reports especially in childhood memories thread.I am your regular reader. :kk

[spare_change]

When I was young, lo those many years ago, our house was heated by a single wood stove located in the dining room. The four boys shared a bedroom on the main floor, and we took turns each morning to restart the stove so that the house was warm when everybody else got up.

Nothing more -- uhhh --- "awakening" -- than to crawl out of a warm bunk and put your feet on cold linoleum. Then, dancing from foot to foot while putting wood in the stove and trying to get it to fire up again. But that stove sure could heat a house -- in 15 minutes, it would be toasty warm.

My dad was the master of the stove, though. Let him stoke the fire, and it would just blaze. It would get so warm in the house, they could brew coffee without putting it on the stove!! (Well, exaggerating for emphasis -- but only a little!) He used to be able to turn that stove a brilliant glowing red!

On weekends, we would hitch the horses to a sled and go out on the back forty to cut wood. By the time I was 11, I was a master with a chain saw. Still am, now that I think about it. Brothers and I would have a contest to see who could drop a tree closest to an axe handle we stuck in the ground.

We'd load the logs on the sled, and head back to the house. We cut up the logs using an old sawmill that ran on a belt hooked to the John Deere flywheel. Wasn't long before we figured out that if you put snow on that pulley, it would race to the other end and smack the person who was cutting wood (so I heard - I never tried it myself - I was a good boy).

I can still remember the crisp cold air, the bright morning sun reflecting off the crystalline snow, and feel the heat of a good horse beneath me.

[Jy]

Sweetheart, you are such a gifted storyteller. I could feel the chill on my feet and the warm glow of the woodstove on my face. Thanks for sharing such an enchanting memory with us, honey.

[MCat]

While we were driving through the south this past week I found hush puppies and buttermilk biscuits that tasted just like my old Arkansas granny used to make. They were heavenly....the only thing missing was the homemade freezer grape jam she used to make.

[dartgirl]

I was reading the Christmas thread and it reminded me of a Christmas when I was maybe 5 or 6. I got a letter under the tree from Santa telling me that my present was to big to fit in his bag and he would send it to me in another way. It was a wooden table and 2 chairs. I still have the letter and the table and one chair. Battered and bruised a little but something I can't bear to part with.

[Zifnab]

I don't remember much of my childhood. I never really had one, it was just an earlier adulthood. I am sure there were more good moments than I recall, just as I know there were more bad. I just pretend that I can't remember any of it, because to remember one is to invite the other, and I don't want to be there again. I do remember things about it, like the wood stove events (thanks Spare!) only my brother could NEVER get the fire started again..... used to put the clothes in under teh covers so in the morning they wouldn't be too cold....
the smell of the smoke wafting out the open door of the stove as I knelt down to blow on the embers....
we always had a pot on top of the stove, leftover stew, that was what we had for snack time after school...memories.... not too painful, not too happy....just memories...

[massage mike]

my first bj

[Frenchie]

first time I gave oral "yes it was weird as hell" and not like my brother told me!!! lol

[dartgirl]

All this reminising made me think of something that was a big joke with my family. We raised chickens, hate those disgusting birds. But my dad liked Rhode Island Reds, which of course lay brown eggs. Because the chickens grossed me out so bad I refused to eat brown eggs and anything that was made with them (I'm a very picky eater anyway). Use to throw the eggshells in a can and then throw them back into the chickens pen. But my mom use to keep some white shells to throw on top when she cooked to try and pull a fast one on me. There is one of my brothers friends who still teases me about the eggs, 30 years later, whenever he sees me.

[Penny]

Brown eggs are local eggs and local eggs are fresh, lol that used to be a tv commericial around here

[dartgirl]

I know its a mental thing but I'll take the stale white ones over the brown ones.

[Rmb]

I know its a mental thing but I'll take the stale white ones over the brown ones.

Yeah that is an unusual phobia...one I have never come across before.

[Momma]

I remember climbing trees, building forts, and making mud pies...:)

[Traxster]

I remember climbing trees, building forts, and making mud pies...:)


can we say TomBoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:kk

[yaser]

I remember climbing trees, building forts, and making mud pies...:)

I see you cannot resist seeing an erected :lf thing and you attempt to climb it.

[cherokeered]

I remember climbing trees, building forts, and making mud pies...:)



I climbed trees, swingsets and went tadpole hunting inthe lagoon....lol

[Traxster]

I climbed trees, swingsets and went tadpole hunting inthe lagoon....lol

And ate mudpies i'll bet!!!

[cherokeered]

And ate mudpies i'll bet!!!

LOL>>>who me?.....well, no but the others did...I made them...and threw them at people....lol

[Traxster]

LOL>>>who me?.....well, no but the others did...I made them...and threw them at people....lol




lol.....i knew it you big Bully!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:knuddel:

[cherokeered]

lol.....i knew it you big Bully!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:knuddel:

I wasn't a big bully...just always hung around with boys...and older kids...had to defend myself ya know..lol

[Traxster]

I wasn't a big bully...just always hung around with boys...and older kids...had to defend myself ya know..lol

lol...i don't think you ever had a problem defending yourself hun!!!

[yaser]

I wasn't a big bully...just always hung around with boys...and older kids...had to defend myself ya know..lol
I believe sometimes you did not show resistance to the one at least as you did to Tiger.

[yaser]

lol...i don't think you ever had a problem defending yourself hun!!!
Trax it is the fate of a pretty woman.Every is attracted by the beauty...

[cherokeered]

lol...i don't think you ever had a problem defending yourself hun!!!

This is true...lol

[yaser]

lol...i don't think you ever had a problem defending yourself hun!!!
She has got a black belt from Karate.

[tiger50]

This is true...lol



well ya do now, u ave a rampant ozzie after ur ass.... :lmao

[Momma]

Oh my gosh yes....I was :D



can we say TomBoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:kk

[Momma]

(gasp)...Yaser !!...lol...your naughty...:D



I see you cannot resist seeing an erected :lf thing and you attempt to climb it.

[Momma]

LOL....oh yes....I think I scared my Mom more than once, climbing on everything.....:D



I climbed trees, swingsets and went tadpole hunting inthe lagoon....lol

[Traxster]

This is true...lol




This I know....:D

[tiger50]

I climbed trees, swingsets and went tadpole hunting inthe lagoon....lol

hey baby, have some nice cream coloured little tapoles for ya, ya dont even have to hunt for em.... :D :whee: :knuddel: :kk

[yaser]

(gasp)...Yaser !!...lol...your naughty...:D
That is not abnormal,sweetie.. :kk

[Traxster]

Oh my gosh yes....I was :D

Hm but ya grew out of it from what i've seen...;)

[OICurready4me]

This is a beauty. I believe I was probably about 6 or 7 and was out sledding on one of those double runner type sleds. The house we lived in at the time had a driveway that led from one street down hill to another street so we would go to the top of the back driveway and slide all the way around the front of the house to the bottom of the front driveway. It was absolutely fantastic!!!
Well, I was outside in my snowsuit sliding alone having a good time and got a good run at it and was cruising pretty good down the front driveway and came to bottom and suddenly stopped!! I didn't realize that my mom had parket her car sideways at the bottom of the driveway so we wouldn't slide into the street. I was lying on my stomach with my head down and just steering away down the hill so I never looked up. Well, lo and behold, when I suddenly stopped it was because I had slid under the car and was stuck. All anyone could see what my feet sticking out, kicking and screaming to try and get me out of there. I don't how long I was stuck under there before I was found but it was quite a while that felt like forever.
To this day, we still talk about the fun we had sliding at that house.

[Dmy]

OIC....I remember sledding to down the hill next to our house....with the old metal runners and as soon as we hit the bottom, would just about throw you off it stopped so fast hitting some dirt! And the time my dad or older sisters would pull us around in the fields with the pickup! :55

[Momma]

LOL...nothing wrong with that hun....:kk



That is not abnormal,sweetie.. :kk

[OICurready4me]

OIC....I remember sledding to down the hill next to our house....with the old metal runners and as soon as we hit the bottom, would just about throw you off it stopped so fast hitting some dirt! And the time my dad or older sisters would pull us around in the fields with the pickup! :55


Those were some great times. Sledding or ice skating all day, stopping only to have a cup of cocoa or a snack and starting all over again. Nowadays, my body can't handle being out in the cold for more than an hour and I only want to put some peppermint schnappes in my cocoa and stay inside. Boy have the times changed.

[RedVixen]

Going fishing with my Dad - although he'd always put the bait on the hook -- I was too girly even back then:D

[hotstuff]

Girly is nice. Especially for a Vixen.

[RedVixen]

Girly is nice. Especially for a Vixen.

I try :)

[Jy]

When our family was all together for Christmas, I watched my brother-in-law, who is 6'7', pick up my little boy and raise him up over his head. The look of thrill and delight on my son's face took me back to when I was a little girl.
My cousin once dated a member of our Olympic basketball team. He was at least 7' tall, and I was about five - the same age as my son is now. I remember him picking me up and lifting me high over his head when we were out in the back yard. I can still recall that feeling of excitement and a little fear as I was lifted higher and higher and even higher into the air. I spread out my arms and felt like I was flying! What a rush it was!! Better than any fair ride!
I watched my little boy spread his arms just like I once did, and knew he felt that same rush, that feeling that he was flying higher than the clouds. It was wonderful seeing that same expression on his face.
I felt like I was flying again.

[UltimateNaneki]

I was listening to the radio as I drove to work this morning, and a song came on that I hadn't heard in years, and it took me back to my childhood. I carried my transistor radio with me everywhere I went, the earpiece firmly in place. I would ride my bike all over town -to the library, to the park, to a friend's house- with my radio stored in my carrier or hooked on my pocket, singing at the top of my lungs. It's one of my fondest memories.
Do you have any favourite childhood memories you want to share with us?

When I was young, we used to pick up coke (pop)bottles from the streets and get a bag of penny candy from the variety stores. 25cents would buy us a days worth of fun. Boy I seems to remember that so well!

[SaltyLime]

When I was young, we used to pick up coke (pop)bottles from the streets and get a bag of penny candy from the variety stores. 25cents would buy us a days worth of fun. Boy I seems to remember that so well!

and now all the bottles and cans are on the side of highway...why couldn't everything stay cheap...

i remember stomping cans to recycle. you had to be quick and confident otherwise your can come out lopsided.

[northernvam]

Hmmm ... with Ford's funeral, I sort have been thinking lately about what it was like to grow up in the 70s. This might sound crazy, but I have fond memories of the energy crisis, with the odd/even gas rationing. I remember how the adults were always worried about the middle east, and OPEC.

Gee .. it's amazing how little things have changed in the past 30 years.

[Jy]

I used to do that too. Five bottles would get you enough candy for a good tummy ache! When I was young, we used to pick up coke (pop)bottles from the streets and get a bag of penny candy from the variety stores. 25cents would buy us a days worth of fun. Boy I seems to remember that so well!

[Zifnab]

Hmmm ... with Ford's funeral, I sort have been thinking lately about what it was like to grow up in the 70s. This might sound crazy, but I have fond memories of the energy crisis, with the odd/even gas rationing. I remember how the adults were always worried about the middle east, and OPEC.

Gee .. it's amazing how little things have changed in the past 30 years.yeah I remeber what it felt like to grow up living that 70's show! except I was in the country... and there weren't friends to hang out with...and I DAMNED sure never had any Donna around!

[hoss]

yeah I remeber what it felt like to grow up living that 70's show! except I was in the country... and there weren't friends to hang out with...and I DAMNED sure never had any Donna around!

you know whats sad for me ...i had alot of those cloths that Eric wears ....

[Zifnab]

you know whats sad for me ...i had alot of those cloths that Eric wears ....I had the whole Hyde thing going...was cheap and serviceable!

[OICurready4me]

Those were some great times. Riding your bike everywhere, the whole neighborhood hanging out and playing baseball or dong something together. Blowing up frogs with firecrackers, fishing for catfish, and hanging out in your treehouse, with the playboys that your friend stole from his dad. Spending every last penny you made from cutting lawns or your paper route to then go out and by some candy or as I did, buy baseball cards. It is sad how much times have changed and kids these days don't know what fun we had back then. With the nut jobs that are out there, we could never let kids do what we did anymore.

[hoss]

Those were some great times. Riding your bike everywhere, the whole neighborhood hanging out and playing baseball or dong something together. Blowing up frogs with firecrackers, fishing for catfish, and hanging out in your treehouse, with the playboys that your friend stole from his dad. Spending every last penny you made from cutting lawns or your paper route to then go out and by some candy or as I did, buy baseball cards. It is sad how much times have changed and kids these days don't know what fun we had back then. With the nut jobs that are out there, we could never let kids do what we did anymore.

i agree totally ...our kids miss out on alot ...lol...i was the kid with the playboys .....go figure ....

[Jy]

That's a wonderful picture you paint, OIC. That's pretty much what my childhood looked like. Well, except we were reading Playgirl.

All the neighboorhood kids would meet at the big tree at the end of our street and play hide and seek until dusk. I worked at the local produce stand, picking the whole season, from asparagus in the spring until squash in the fall. Had my first paper route when I was just 8. Riding my bike with my dog and transistor radio tucked in the basket, carefree, barefoot, and singing at the top of my lungs. Those were special days.
Thanks for reminding me of them.:kk


...but...blowing up frogs?! eeewwwww!
Those were some great times. Riding your bike everywhere, the whole neighborhood hanging out and playing baseball or dong something together. Blowing up frogs with firecrackers, fishing for catfish, and hanging out in your treehouse, with the playboys that your friend stole from his dad. Spending every last penny you made from cutting lawns or your paper route to then go out and by some candy or as I did, buy baseball cards. It is sad how much times have changed and kids these days don't know what fun we had back then. With the nut jobs that are out there, we could never let kids do what we did anymore.

[hoss]

we used to blow up slugs with fire crackers ....remember them stupid lights u had to put against your tire ,then pedal your ass off so it would glow as much as a firefly...

we used to site on the hill and watch the drive in movies .....or lay in the park for hours flying kites ...i never see kids flying kites anymore ....

[UltimateNaneki]

playing with stray at the park

[Zifnab]

I went to the woods...
would go out and spend hours in them.... sitting in, under inside trees....(had some favorite hollow ones)

watching wildlife and being quiet and still...
don't know many kids now that can just sit and be quiet for the sake of listening to the world.....

[Upstanding]

My grandfather taught me how to hunt. The only thing I ever shot and killed was a sparrow hawk. He coached me on how to shoot, and he took me elk hunting. We stalked an elk for most of a cold, wintry, Colorado morning. Every time we would get close, and we could see it, my grandfather would check it out through the scope on his sporterized 1903 Springfield rifle. And each time he'd lower the rifle and tell me, he couldn't make out through the branches on the trees if the elk had a rack. After two hours of stalking it, we packed it in and let it go. As we got down to the base of the mountain, we looked back and saw a very large bull elk crossing a bald knoll, on the same path that the elk we had been stalking was on. It was our elk.

The difference was he was a hunter, not a shooter. He was a man of immense honor.

[Jy]

I had some errands to run today, and decided I needed the walk, so I bundled my son up and pulled him in the sled. He's been wanting a ride in the sled since Halloween, so he was thrilled there was finally enough snow that we could use it.
The swishing of the sled on the snow, the soft flakes drifting down so quietly, his face peeking out from under the blanket reminded me of when I was young. My dad would often take me on the sled and walk into town instead of driving, just to get some fresh air, and because he knew how much I enjoyed it.
I remember the steady motion, the soft flakes tickling my face, the clean, crisp air would lull me to sleep. I'd snuggle down deeper in the blanket and doze contentedly.
On the way home, I looked back at my little boy, and he was curled up under the blanket, fast asleep...

[yaser]

I had some errands to run today, and decided I needed the walk, so I bundled my son up and pulled him in the sled. He's been wanting a ride in the sled since Halloween, so he was thrilled there was finally enough snow that we could use it.
The swishing of the sled on the snow, the soft flakes drifting down so quietly, his face peeking out from under the blanket reminded me of when I was young. My dad would often take me on the sled and walk into town instead of driving, just to get some fresh air, and because he knew how much I enjoyed it.
I remember the steady motion, the soft flakes tickling my face, the clean, crisp air would lull me to sleep. I'd snuggle down deeper in the blanket and doze contentedly.
On the way home, I looked back at my little boy, and he was curled up under the blanket, fast asleep...
Me your influenced reader only.. I love to know you..Loved ones must be known better everyday..

[Jy]

It was a warm, sunny evening here tonight, and after my son had his bath, we sat outside and watched the world go by while he had an ice cream cone. He sat on my lap and we spied on a rabbit who was hopping through the trees at the back of our yard, and I was content to sit quietly and watch the look of awe and wonderment on his face as he watched it hop closer and closer to the deck. I could smell the sweet, fresh-air smell of his hair, still damp from the bath, and remembered doing that very same thing when I was a little girl. Many an evening I would have a special treat of an ice cream cone after my bath, then curl up on my dad's lap on the back deck and contentedly watch the world go by.
I like to think my dad is smiling down on us as I carry on the tradition with my own child.

[Milk]

Playing doctor with the boy next door.

[peaches]

I remeber as a small child getting caught in bobwire. A 1/2 wolf and 1/2 cycote went to my home and started howling loudly. My Mom was a little taken back, but in her heart she knew something was wrong. So she grabbed the shot gun and followed the 1/2 breed dog. Which in turn lead my Mom straight to me. Needles to say he was my dog there after. Everytime my Mother would punish me she had to let the dog out. He was that protected of me. I still miss him to this day.

[Milk]

i am the youngest of 5 children and always was the baby of the family (still called that now). I was raised by my siblings more than my parents because they were so busy and tired by then. i remember that my dad was away from home a lot for work when i was little. the one thing i always wanted was my dad's attention and approval. on my 5th birthday i remember my mom encouraging me to walk down our long driveway to the mailbox alone. when i opened the mailbox, there was a package inside for me. when i opened it, i discovered that my dad had sent me a watch (my first) with one of the disney princesses on it. i felt so special that day because my dad had personally sent me a special gift on my birthday.

[Pebbles]

Climbing trees and playing...Tarzan & Jane..with the neighborhood boys and girls!

[pointofnoreturn]

Going to the fireworks with the family on the fourth of July. Having a picnic before that and playing croquet...

[angelis]

I remember going to the agricultural show with my Dad, I suppose I was about 4, I got to sit on the tractors, got my picture taken with a monkey which proceeded to bite me!!
Ouch!!

[peaches]

childhood memories...some good, soom not so good...but one of my favorites is getting the whole family..brothers,sisters, moms, dads, cousins, aunts and uncles and go camping up in the mountains. pitching tents, sleeping bags, lanterens, fishing poles, open fire. looking up at the stars and counting the shooting ones. boy do i miss those days, what fun we all had. it was just fun on the ride up there...playing games and singing. all kids should experience what we did.

[scoobertina]

family gatherings... all my cousins, aunts, uncles...etc... I miss them.. but MN is too darn cold for my liking..

[Michael77]

I remember swiping my old mans bottle of Jim Beam..my little buddies and I drank the whole bottle..boy did we ever get sick..but we had fun..until we got our asses beat..LOL

[Jy]

My dad always did a fireworks show for Canada Day and everyone in the neighbourhood would come. It was such fun. All us kids would run around writing our names with sparklers, and sing the schoolhouse song when the burning schoolhouse did it's thing. Those were magical times - we got to stay up late for it, the fireworks were fascinating, and my dad had just as much fun as the children he did it for.
He used to call me his little firecracker because of my birthday, but mostly because he admired my spirit.
Thanks, Dad.

[hoss]

My dad always did a fireworks show for Canada Day and everyone in the neighbourhood would come. It was such fun. All us kids would run around writing our names with sparklers, and sing the schoolhouse song when the burning schoolhouse did it's thing. Those were magical times - we got to stay up late for it, the fireworks were fascinating, and my dad had just as much fun as the children he did it for.
He used to call me his little firecracker because of my birthday, but mostly because he admired my spirit.
Thanks, Dad.

wish i could do that for my kids ..but after getting a permit and shelling out a few hundred for some crappy fireworks ,i think i'll pass ....they are tryng to ban them here anyhow ....glad u have nice memories like that ...

[Jy]

Yes, it's certainly not the same now, is it Hoss?

But after watching Dad singe his eyebrows a few times, I perfer to leave it to the pros now too.
Those were carefree and innocent days, back then, weren't they?
wish i could do that for my kids ..but after getting a permit and shelling out a few hundred for some crappy fireworks ,i think i'll pass ....they are tryng to ban them here anyhow ....glad u have nice memories like that ...

[hoss]

Yes, it's certainly not the same now, is it Hoss?

But after watching Dad singe his eyebrows a few times, I perfer to leave it to the pros now too.
Those were carefree and innocent days, back then, weren't they?

yeh..staying out late playing hide and seek ...from the end of school in june i was rarely at home ...my parents never worried ...id come home for dinner and then right back out ...we just went for a walk ...i think i saw 2 kids ....i miss the sound of kids playing outside ,the laughter ...

[snowflake]

My sister and I would take off on our horses early in the morning and go out in the pasture exploring. My horse was Nicky and her horse was Sugar. Those poor horses put up with us for years. There was an old tree that was hollow, and we would go to that tree and play house all day. We would ride in for lunch and then ride back out. We had pack saddles with kool-aid and cookies, and baby dolls for our house...

[Jy]

Once school was out, I'd kick off my shoes, pull on my cutoffs and would be barefoot and tanned the whole summer, riding my bike everywhere, swimming in the creek, playing hide and seek.

Want to meet me in the gravel pit for a Slush stick?

yeh..staying out late playing hide and seek ...from the end of school in june i was rarely at home ...my parents never worried ...id come home for dinner and then right back out ...we just went for a walk ...i think i saw 2 kids ....i miss the sound of kids playing outside ,the laughter ...

[yaser]

My dad always did a fireworks show for Canada Day and everyone in the neighbourhood would come. It was such fun. All us kids would run around writing our names with sparklers, and sing the schoolhouse song when the burning schoolhouse did it's thing. Those were magical times - we got to stay up late for it, the fireworks were fascinating, and my dad had just as much fun as the children he did it for.
He used to call me his little firecracker because of my birthday, but mostly because he admired my spirit.
Thanks, Dad.
I also admire you spirit Jazzy..But your body is aslo attractive..

[baby face]

My fav. childhood memories were all the little league ball games we would go to......if it weren't softball, then it was basketball, if not basketball it was volleyball, we even did track......I loved to compete and those memories are wonderful and now that my own children are active into sports it brings back all the great times I had at there age!

[AffableOne]

I loved the family walks or bike rides............

[p.J]

I loved the family walks or bike rides............

Totally AffableOne, I remember them well... it was a weekly occurrence in my family, striding off through the villages, talking, sometimes even arguing, however, throughout these activities we shared so much as a family... we would always end up at a lovely old pub to have a Sunday Roast... such important memories. I am happy to say my husband and I do the same thing with our children! I don't care what we are doing on that day, or what is planned, its tools down and off we go, spending what precious time we have doing the most simplest of things! :)

[Jy]

I bought a trail-a-bike for my son because he's outgrown the bike seat I had on the back of my bike. He does have his own bicycle, but hubby and I go on some long rides and he wouldn't be able to keep up with us, so the trail-a-bike attachs onto the back of my bike and allows him to pedal along too, but I set the pace and control the bike.

We tried it out today, and I was watching him in the mirror I put on my handlebar expressly for that purpose. The smile of pure joy and exhilaration on his face as he sped along, the breeze on his face, the sun warming him, it reminded me of how I felt the first time I rode my first bike. It's the closest thing one can come to flying while still being on the ground in my opinion.
I love riding the trails with my son. I love that he enjoys it as much as I always have.

[Zifnab]

it reminded me of how I felt the first time I rode my first bike. It's the closest thing one can come to flying while still being on the ground in my opinion.
That feeling of mobility... to have over come the restrictions of physicality and truly achieve something greater than we alone are capable of....I remember the discovery of bicycles as well..... and peddaling faster than those nasty dogs could run... opened a whole new region in which to adventure...

[sawflyman]

I grew up on a farm. I enjoyed taking walks down into the woods in back of the house. just being by myself getting away from the world. just me and nature.

[Guitarman]

I remember crisp autumn nights and the sidewalks of my small town, all yellow and shadows in the spill of the street lights. There would be the smell of leaves, damp grass and wood smoke. And the breeze, that ever present breeze, scattering leaves and summer memories across the sleeping lawns. A kid could run for miles on such a night and not break a sweat.

[hank69]

Childhood Memories


Trout fishing in the creek with my cousin.

[UltimateNaneki]

Mountain climbing in Vermont and drinking screwdrivers!

[MIGHTY]

I was talking today with someone about a tea set I received as a child for my birthday. For whatever reason I remember that tea set. I remember it because that was not a traumatic moment. It was a day in which I was loved, cared for, and happy.

Recently, I had to rummage through the charred ruins of my childhood and family home. There were a lot of burned photos that could not be taken and a lot of ceramics that my grandmother collected that were beyond repair. Then, I found a tea set that I never knew she had. It is blackened and needs serious cleaning, but finding it was a blessing and took me back to the first set I had gotten. Added some much needed light to the situation at hand.

[Momma]

I can remember when I was about 4 years old....My Aunt used to live a block away from us, I used to cut through our neighbours yard to go to her house, and try to steal her cat "Bandit"...he was my best friend besides all of her German Shepards...all of the neighbourhood kids used to gather at her house on the weekends during the summer....we would swim all day...then gather our sleeping bags and camp out on her patio and tell scary stories all night....and wake up to a pack of dogs licking our faces off...and waffles....always waffles.....:)

[Jy]

When I was just 12 years old, I begged my parents to let me go to a concert with a couple of my friends. Max Webster was opening for The Cars and I loved both bands as only a young girl can, with a devotion that borders on obsession. They agreed to drop all of us off and pick us up immediately after the concert.
It was magical! I couldn't believe the energy, the noise, the crowds.
Last night, Kim Mitchell, who was the lead singer of Max Webster (most of you probably know him better than the band, but in Canada, they were big) played downtown at one of our summer weekend fests in the park. 30 years later I still find live music moves me like nothing else. Maybe because I'm a musician, maybe because it really is magical, or maybe because I still feel like that 12 year old girl who found shelter from a chaotic upbringing in music.

[MCat]

I re-lived some of my childhood memories this past week. My parents, my daughter and I visited my dads family in Arkansas. A very small, poor community in a very desolate unhappy part of the state. The neighborhood, the heat, the hard,dry,dirt packed yards...the dogs roaming, the dirty children, the sad faces....

As a child visiting my grandmother in that very neighborhood...it didn't seem quite as bad as it seems to me now as an adult.

I remember grannys hugs and kisses, her happy smile when we arrived. The smells of good food cooking, the taste of the warm,sweetened ice tea poured over a tall glass of ice, her freezer jam spread on a hot homemade biscuit.

I remember playing out in the dirt yard with the neighbor children...it was so hot, and we had so much fun.

I remember her heating water for our bath in the evenings...poured into an old wash tub on her back porch, the curtains she had hanging on the porch so her granddaughters from the north could have some privacy.

I remember the feel of the clean crisp sheets on the featherbed....and the sound of the big fan blowing on us at night.

I miss all of that...she is long gone...but I will have those happy memories forever.

[Jy]

That was just beautiful, MC. I could feel the grit of the hot sand on my barefeet and the sun on my skin as I read your post. I could also see the pride and love you have for your grandmother shining through every word. Thanks for sharing.

[MCat]

That was just beautiful, MC. I could feel the grit of the hot sand on my barefeet and the sun on my skin as I read your post. I could also see the pride and love you have for your grandmother shining through every word. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks Jazz...I'm sad this week...longing for my childhood. Wishing people would slow down and let their kids soak life in and enjoy being a child. Its gone so fast...now here I am with nobody to make biscuits for me...I should have hugged her more.

[oldandnaked]

I remember riding my bike, playing baseball in the summer, hoping for snow days and sledding in the winter. Helping my mother can vegetables from our garden. Helping my father work on the family car. Family gatherings on holidays. Hanging out with my friends. All the events I've mentioned and many more took place without the existence of computers, cell phones, video games or even a microwave oven. I hope the kids today have as fond memories.

[angelis]

Thanks Jazz...I'm sad this week...longing for my childhood. Wishing people would slow down and let their kids soak life in and enjoy being a child. Its gone so fast...now here I am with nobody to make biscuits for me...I should have hugged her more.

Lovely post MCat,that struck a real chord with me,I miss my Gran a lot as well,so much so I'm actually crying now!! She died 2 years ago,but I was so close to her,miss her every day

[MCat]

Lovely post MCat,that struck a real chord with me,I miss my Gran a lot as well,so much so I'm actually crying now!! She died 2 years ago,but I was so close to her,miss her every day

Hey Angel....You're not alone in your crying...a lot of times I sit here and bawl as I type or read. What a feeling of relief though when I'm over it. Glad you liked my memory. :knuddel:

[Wil]

was watching my 16 yo son yesterday at the BBQ showing off for the girlies...haha....took me back...:)

[angelis]

was watching my 16 yo son yesterday at the BBQ showing off for the girlies...haha....took me back...:)

so you don't show off for the girlies anymore then Wil?!!;)

[MCat]

was watching my 16 yo son yesterday at the BBQ showing off for the girlies...haha....took me back...:)

Ahhhh 16 year old boys....a trying age....not a boy anymore but not yet a man.

[P.R.]

I always enjoyed sitting down with the family eating, something we only do at Christmas and holidays now.

[MCat]

I always enjoyed sitting down with the family eating, something we only do at Christmas and holidays now.

I wish men would express their feeling about this stuff when we can do something about it. I have always had the impression that the men in our family could care less about family meals. Its such a big part of staying close, those family dinners on the weekends after the kids are gone....I miss them.

Tell your wife...maybe you can start doing it more often.

[Jy]

Ah, but her legacy lives on, MC. I know a certain lady who savours every moment with her children and grandchildren, shows them how much she loves them, does those extra special things for them, makes biscuits for them, and always has a hug for her loved ones.
Your grandmother would be proud. Thanks Jazz...I'm sad this week...longing for my childhood. Wishing people would slow down and let their kids soak life in and enjoy being a child. Its gone so fast...now here I am with nobody to make biscuits for me...I should have hugged her more.

[MCat]

Ah, but her legacy lives on, MC. I know a certain lady who savours every moment with her children and grandchildren, shows them how much she loves them, does those extra special things for them, makes biscuits for them, and always has a hug for her loved ones.
Your grandmother would be proud.

Thanks for giving me that boost Jazz. :knuddel:

[Jy]

...and thanks for the hugs...Thanks for giving me that boost Jazz. :knuddel:

[stacie]

to answer the question. I remember my first kiss. I must have been 10yrs old or so Every time I'm in a cellar with those rusty looking support poles I remember swinging around and kissing him on the lips. the best rush ever.

[justlookingwa]

to answer the question. I remember my first kiss. I must have been 10yrs old or so Every time I'm in a cellar with those rusty looking support poles I remember swinging around and kissing him on the lips. the best rush ever.

to bad it wasnt me:D

[hank69]

I wish men would express their feeling about this stuff when we can do something about it. I have always had the impression that the men in our family could care less about family meals. Its such a big part of staying close, those family dinners on the weekends after the kids are gone....I miss them.

Tell your wife...maybe you can start doing it more often.


wish I would of expressed it eating at the table. I've always grew up eating only at the Table, never anywhere else..even if we ate at different times. when we were children. We still ate at the table.
I do miss that. the togetherness . our kids didn't always eat at the same time as me so I guess that's where it came from (eating where ever and not together) I guess life just pasted me by......That's Life..

[mile high]

When I was a kid, I was certain that adults were adults and had always been that way from birth, and that children were children and would never grow up. I was convinced there was a vast Adult Conspiracy keeping this fact from the kids so that we'd remain complacent, and not rise up and slaughter all the grown-ups for telling us what to do. I used to think that most adults were dishonest, cunning, conniving, sneaky... hey, wait a minute...

For a while I thought that. But for a while I thought that as people grew older, they also grew taller. Since there was nobody taller than a certain height, I figured that there must be some place where really old people went. A land of the giants, where ancient people grew to be hundreds of feet tall. When people ate spare ribs, I assumed they were eating...giant, old people.

I also believed that women had hundreds of tiny babies inside them that had to race each other to be born when the man somehow injected his urine. And that people who weren't married were incapable of getting pregant. I thought that something magically encased in a wedding ring enabled people to have children.

My parents had a cassette player in their car when I was little, and I remember thinking that each tape had a different band made up of tiny, little people that lived in the cassette. I thought that putting the cassette in the player turned on a light or a sign that woke up this tiny band and told them what song to play. For some reason, I thought that the band that lived in the ABBA cassette were Snap, Crackle & Pop from the Rice Krispies box commercials.

I used to think that adverts were live and I would watch commercials every time to see if they'd changed. I thought it must be really boring to hang out and wait for your turn to do 30 seconds of work every hour or so. I refused to eat Pringles on the basis of a commercial I'd seen, where there was some Pacific Island-looking tribe, doing things, and then somebody pulled out a cylinder-thing of Pringles. The tribe ate the Pringles, and then everybody started wildly dancing. To make things worse, their motto at the time was "Once you pop, you just can't stop." This made me think that there was mind control in the Pringles that made you dance like you were trippin'.

For a while there, I thought my left hand was evil and my right hand was good. They would get into arguments and fights, and if my left hand won, I wouldn't speak to it for days.

[wall-flower]

Not my favorite memory, but the 1 I am missing the most right now. Being 16 and having my car loaded with all my friends. Going down the road with the radio turned up loud. All of us singing at the tops of our lungs. Driving to an unknown location. Just being with each other and feeling free.

[scoobertina]

I miss playing football with my cousins.... the drive in movies with a date... pizza hut after football games... and just hanging out with my friends doing nothing... laying in the fields gazing at the stars... building a fort.... riding the bus to the mall.... or tag in the dark... oh and I miss marching band trips...

[yaser]

I miss playing football with my cousins.... the drive in movies with a date... pizza hut after football games... and just hanging out with my friends doing nothing... laying in the fields gazing at the stars... building a fort.... riding the bus to the mall.... or tag in the dark... oh and I miss marching band trips...
Please go out and watch the stars...BUt you don't have friends with you...

[thickitalian]

Palisades Amusement Park...Cliffside park NJ. I would take the bus there with my friends on a Sat morning (I was 14 years old). It was a 40 minute bus ride and we would go to the pool with the wave machine. There was a sand area we would lay our blankets on and my g/f would lay next to me. We listened to the small squarish transistor radio with the tinny music that sounded so cool back then. just about every Saturday morning...and our parents allowed us to take the bus by ourselves at that time.

We would also take in the amusement park and the shows...see Cousin Brucie, the deejay...or Clay Cole...and performing was Tony Orlando when he was singing solo before forming "Dawn" and Paul Anka as well.

Loved the cyclone coaster ride and my very fave, the tunnel of love where you kissed your g/f in total darkness and the kiss lasted until you came out the exit doors....no touching she would say because the ride was too short, so I anticipated that she meant I could touch when alone in privacy....I only wish...but...it was fun getting excited thinking about it.

I was a little gangster back then...mild by todays standards...also was punished and physically tortured at times by the nuns in parochial grammar school (for punishment)...but I deserved it...and I wouldn't trade my childhood for any other.

Thanks for starting this thread Jazzy, I love going back...it's so much fun and makes me happy if I'm sad :knuddel:


I was listening to the radio as I drove to work this morning, and a song came on that I hadn't heard in years, and it took me back to my childhood. I carried my transistor radio with me everywhere I went, the earpiece firmly in place. I would ride my bike all over town -to the library, to the park, to a friend's house- with my radio stored in my carrier or hooked on my pocket, singing at the top of my lungs. It's one of my fondest memories.
Do you have any favourite childhood memories you want to share with us?

[Code Red]

I remember going on car trips with my parents and my dad would let me sit on that wide armrest thing that you could fold up or down and went into the front seat.


Or my dad letting me drive the car when I was 11 on the back highway home everytime we came back from grocery shopping, and not getting mad when at that same age, I backed the car into the ditch over the drainage area.

My mom letting me skip school to go on outings with her down to my grandma's.

Roller skating at the basketball court...only after collecting pop cans and putting them in my basket on the front of my bike and riding to the local gas station to cash them in and buy candy cigarettes with the money, then pretend smoke them later cuz it looked "cool".

Playing "RockStar" on my best friends back porch...man we belted out some tunes back then! (Thank goodness we were out in the country and no one could hear us! lol)!

[unctarheel_32]

I remember skipping school and getting caught by my mother one morning,talk about getting in trouble.

[Code Red]

I remember skipping school and getting caught by my mother one morning,talk about getting in trouble.

LOL....I hear ya! With my mom, if she said it was okay to stay home, then everything was fine, but if I skipped without them knowing...well, let's just say that I better hide for a few days from the wrath of mom!

[Jy]

The teenage girl across the street from us has spent her summer riding her bike around town with her friends, swimming in the pool down the street, getting popsicles from the corner store, listening to music, and enjoying her last carefree summer before she gets a job. Some days I wish I could grab my bike and hang out with her for a day...

[thickitalian]

Italians hold those values dear and near all the time. Yes, we sometimes get side tracked with all of the temptations of eating in shifts or watching a game or a movie...but my kids love a nice Sunday sit down meal as that is the only day we may all be together at one time.

Without these values then life is seriously lacking and when you are too old to "fool around" or physically function well...then there is nothing else for you because you would have sent a message to your kids and spouse....you could do without.

Being near sighted certainly can be embarrassing later in life and also very damaging.

Thick's thoughts......


I wish men would express their feeling about this stuff when we can do something about it. I have always had the impression that the men in our family could care less about family meals. Its such a big part of staying close, those family dinners on the weekends after the kids are gone....I miss them.

Tell your wife...maybe you can start doing it more often.

[MCat]

Italians hold those values dear and near all the time. Yes, we sometimes get side tracked with all of the temptations of eating in shifts or watching a game or a movie...but my kids love a nice Sunday sit down meal as that is the only day we may all be together at one time.

Without these values then life is seriously lacking and when you are too old to "fool around" or physically function well...then there is nothing else for you because you would have sent a message to your kids and spouse....you could do without.

Being near sighted certainly can be embarrassing later in life and also very damaging.

Thick's thoughts......

We used to have Sunday dinners at my grams house....the whole family...about 25 of us...after gramp died in 1989 things went to hell in a handbasket...gram didn't want to do it anymore and she didn't want us to either. Now our kids are busy working...inlaws....etc....We'll try to start it up again in the fall....maybe things will slow down. We do miss it....

[scoobertina]

I miss being young... with no worries.. carefree... I feel like that now very rarely...

[yaser]

I miss being young... with no worries.. carefree... I feel like that now very rarely...
Hun do you fear of responsibilities?Overloaded?

[scoobertina]

Hun do you fear of responsibilities?Overloaded?

No, sweet yaser, I fear being alone here soon, I fear people don't understand but think they do and tell you something to make you wonder if it all really is your fault, and I fear that I will let myself sit here and rot because of something one person said to me... I am really too self destructive sometimes...

[Sandyboots]

I feel you Scoob...it's not avoiding responsibility, it's being tired of feeling like it's all your fault.

[yaser]

No, sweet yaser, I fear being alone here soon, I fear people don't understand but think they do and tell you something to make you wonder if it all really is your fault, and I fear that I will let myself sit here and rot because of something one person said to me... I am really too self destructive sometimes...
Darling,there is fear of fear..Fear of being alone means think you cannot help yourself when you are alone..In fact you do..That is only thinking..You ca never give harm to yourself..Try to be alone.. :knuddel:

[scoobertina]

I feel you Scoob...it's not avoiding responsibility, it's being tired of feeling like it's all your fault.

Thank you Sandy...:kk

[scoobertina]

Darling,there is fear of fear..Fear of being alone means think you cannot help yourself when you are alone..In fact you do..That is only thinking..You ca never give harm to yourself..Try to be alone.. :knuddel:

I am going to give it a try soon... and it is scary hon...

[Sandyboots]

You are never alone with all of us around, Luv. Sometimes it's cleansing to be self sufficient for a bit. Find yourself centered again. You can do it.

[yaser]

I am going to give it a try soon... and it is scary hon...
Tina,fear means avoiding..Avoiding means fear..When you fear you avoid,when you avoid you feel fear.The two reinforce each..If you stop avoiding, the fear goes away.Try and see.but be decisive..You will love to be alone..It means freedom..

[scoobertina]

Tina,fear means avoiding..Avoiding means fear..When you fear you avoid,when you avoid you feel fear.The two reinforce each..If you stop avoiding, the fear goes away.Try and see.but be decisive..You will love to be alone..It means freedom..

I have a plan of action hon... I just need time to get it all together... but that isn't the thing that was bothering me today...

[Sandyboots]

Hang tough Sailor. It's only a storm...:hug:

[scoobertina]

Hang tough Sailor. It's only a storm...:hug:

I have braved worse than this... but thanks Sandy...:kk

[yaser]

I have a plan of action hon... I just need time to get it all together... but that isn't the thing that was bothering me today...
I have full confidence in you Tina..I will wait for the news..

[Sandyboots]

Hey we stand together, right? Semper, Babe!