Favourite Memories of Childhood

[abide]

My memories as a child are varied.

(1) I met my girlfriend when I was 5 when we entered elementary school we are still friends after all these years. I can say she is my best friend

(2) Combing my grandmother's hair. We talked about so many things.
She would tell me about how she and my grandfather took moonlight
walks together. (She got married when she was 18)

(3) My mother braiding my hair. After she did it, she would then pat me on
the head and I knew by looking at her that she really loved me

(4) Walking from school to my home with my friends. Those were
wonderful days..laughing and joking

(5) My mother teaching me to wash. I started washing my own clothes
when I was 10 years old.

As a child my mother would say, Girl do not stare at people. I would not call it staring. When I go by my neighbours, I would watch how they cook, how they iron and kept their house. I learned a lot from people. My mother would call it staring, but I knew it was keen observation. This is what cause me to be involved in crochet. I watched two of my friends when we were at a get together at another friend. They showed me how after I asked them if they can teach me. I guess the habit is still there. I realise once I see somebody I don't ever forget their face... I don't forget looks...Lol.

 

[jasoncran]

what my grandfather used to say on the phone to me. theres more but i will get into those later.

 

[one truth]

Big family meet ups at my grandparents.
Playing outside with my brothers.
Going to the library during summer and loading up on books.
Having rabbits & chickens.

 

[for_his_glory]

Wow! So many memories good and bad, but the good ones were being from a big family as there are eight children and always having someone to play with. We did not have much growing up so we learned how to use our imagination to entertain ourselves like making guitars out of cardboard and rubber bands pretending we were a band. Climbing trees pretending they were our homes as we would stretch out stringed tin cans for phones from tree to tree. Playing in the junk cars of my fathers junk yard. We would pretend we were wild horses as we ran through the abandoned coal yard beside our house. So many other memories, but not enough room to display the imaginations we had as a child.

 

[evenifigoalone]

A lot of mine involve memories of past pets. (Animal lover.) The funny things they'd do.

Playing with my step-dad. He has a great sense of humor, and often had me laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

Wading in the Mississippi river when I was like three. The current began carrying my mother and I away, and my father had to come get us...well, believe it or not, that wasn't scary. I had no idea what was happening.

Once my dog began running after another dog while I was walking her and since I was small, she had me flying along behind her, clinging to the leash. I remember we almost crashed into a thorn bush, but she jumped over it. (If she had gone around I would have bumped into it and ouch!)
And when she stopped I fell down, then got up. I yelled at her and tugged on the leash until she came back home with me.
I was scared and angry at the time. I didn't take her on any walks for a while after that. But it's funny to think about now.