Best Childhood Memories In one sentence.
 

Lying in a wheat field watching the puffy clouds pass over a babyblue sky.

Say...maybe you should restart this thread in Home Base? It's probably not going to get much action in "Current events". Just a thought.

Moved

:D Thanks....

Not going to school :D

earliest: NC summer afternoon spent with the fan, lights, Star Trek & Bob Marley on.

best: Long, wet winter bikerides followed by a warm shower & pasta.

Back row of a near-empty theatre.

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Being shown fourth grade science textbooks and labs (including a very primitive computer) by my science-teacher father when I was only in first grade, during the Sputnik era.

Dad: "I'm proud of you, son."

Looking at a seashell collection on top of a console TV (?) in Florida, where I was born. I must have been 3 or 4?

I envy each of you. I hope you know what you have.

The hot summer afternoon my Dad returned from the Korean war clothed in scratchy smelly khaki, his face all stubble and tear streaked, he hugged me and my Mum like he wouldn't ever stop.

Laying on a blanket under the July stars on a green of the local golf course, slowly making out with a boy friend (space intended) who was new to the whole business of french kissing. MMMMmmmmm...

Waking up with a german shepherd puppy licking my face. (Gift from my father who worked overseas 10 out of 12 months a year).

4th of July....good friends, good food, bonfire and fireworks. :joylove:

riding horses bareback and barefooted for hours and hours

You must have ONE good thing?

The only thing comparable to my memories of my childhood are my memories of my children's childhoods.

Tablerock Lake...

Fun, friends, family, water, sun, long talks, good memories, lots of firsts, and lots of trouble!

Being in the audience of the Bozo the Clown show.

You misinterpreted that... I don't remember most of my childhood. With the exception of a few brief flashes, from two to eleven is a blank. My teen years were difficult.
Skiing with my best-friend is probably my best, I was thirteen or fourteen. We restored the boat, mowed lawns for oil and gas, used antique wooden skis.

There ya go dude !!!

Frogs croking around a lake in Mississippi state park , low on money we cought our dinner that day .

Running wild in the Adirondaks for years, then moving back here and being part of The Oyster Bar crew.

The Oyster Bar crew

SHUCK IT BABY !!!!!!

How interesting. I could have written the above statement nearly word for word. I previously posted one of the few memories I have prior to age 11.

I know why mine is blank, but that's a different discussion :thepain3: .

Stormie

My mum will testify to the hours upon hours that I would pitch and then field a ball against a wall, or steps, or whatever was around.

It was the fatherless only child's version of catch.

Building a tree house with my cousins (all boys) in the Maine woods.

Diving off the float and then hiding under it at Tripp Lake.

I came downstairs on my birthday to find a fully constructed jungle gym in the living room.

Horseback riding every summer.

Running around with the fireflies in the dusk , with the background murmur of my parents talking and laughing on the verandah .

Circling the field with a Farmall H and a drag at an age that would summon CPS these days.

My cousins and I would follow our Grandfather around while he mowed his huge lawn with his Farmall Cub. Like a Pied Piper. I was in high school before he let me drive it. It was fun. In college, I spent a summer with him, and a lot of time was spent sitting in the hot sun in that tractor seat, mowing his acres. Even that was fun.

Edit: Forgot this was supposed to be one sentence. Sorry.

Me too.

They had verandahs in Wales? :confused:

Playing stupid games(including getting stuck up trees) with friends in a tiny nature reserve place almost every day in summer 2000.

Playing along the side of an old canal with my brother near where my grandparents live when I was 7 or 8, while my Mother and her parents chatted (we live almost 500 miles away, didn't see them very often)

Best childhood memory was whenever we play around the trees and then suddenly bees are after us...

I grew up in Zambia and Papua New Guinea ,xoxoxoBruce .

This onion has layers!

NOW I can rest assured that the famous Bozo urban legend is probably true...

I was on Bozo (in LA) and The Webster Webfoot Show (kinda creepy too, the host was an amputee :thepain: ).

edit: and oh yeah, having my birthday announced by Sheriff John.

Must be large, too many layers to count. :mg:

going round the pits with me dad at Snetterton, and seeing Stirling Moss...

Alone in the basement with vinyl Blue Oyster Cult playing.

when my mom was still around.