Childhood Memories....I think this would be a great one....

jcameron731

I want to know some great childhood memories....

There are several...but the best one is:

* Blowing up my backyard when I was 10


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deeharley

Yes, I have some great childhood memories. And since you won't tell me how you blew up your backyard, I'm not going to tell you my great memory. Yes, I'm still capapble of being ten.

jcameron731

Yes, I have some great childhood memories. And since you won't tell me how you blew up your backyard, I'm not going to tell you my great memory. Yes, I'm still capapble of being ten.

I dont want to be the reason others do it too....

deeharley

Understandable. And my memories aren't near as exciting. Mostly riding our bikes through flooded areas, building forts in the hay barn, and swimming in the creek.

HelloSweetie4

Roller skating with my dad

lorac321

Best memories - driving long haul with my dad - sleeping in the sleeper and getting treats at the man camps.

Most memorable: the night he ran me over.

Symphonic_Silence

I have to say that meeting Sylvester McCoy on my birthday ranks pretty high up on the childhood memories list.
(as does meeting Russ Abbott and Ernie Wise (of Morcambe and Wise) )

CoryIda

Probably my most entertaining childhood memory, though certainly not the "best" in regards to warm fuzzies:

http://youtu.be/aZFhzdnCwRI

Elizabeth_C34

When I was 7 or so, my uncle sent me downstairs during Thanksgiving to get a 3 liter of Dr. Pepper from our extra fridge in the basement. He told me to be sure I shook it really well before I came back up the steps, and because he was the coolest uncle ever, I did it. So, I sat there for a good solid 5 minutes shaking this giant thing of soda as much as I could. When my grandfather opened it, it exploded so hard that 20 years later, we were still finding splashes of Dr. Pepper on the far side of the kitchen wall (15 feet away from the countertop) when we were scrubbing the house to sell it. The explosion emptied the entire bottle. Of course, my uncle was nowhere to be found, and I never told anyone he told me to do that for a good 15 years.

nammer79

neighborhood grapefruit fights ... live in Florida ammo is everywhere

that and sneaking out the house to play ghost in the graveyard at night with the rest of the neighborhood kids

pudadough

Playing dress-up and doing "fashion shows" for my grandmother at her house when she would take care of my friend and I after school. She was so patient in humoring us. She always complimented all of our "masterpieces"...lol.

taunto

Too many to post

We're 3 brothers and I am the youngest and the oldest is 10 years older than me. In our house we used to have water tank which would flood whenever it would rain and the overflowing water would get out via a pipe we put up.

So in the rain, my eldest brother would put me on his shoulders and we would just take feel the water slapping us on our faces having kid fun. Then mom would have some Pakoras ready for us to eat with some tea and it was heaven.

PS. Great topic

aquitania

When I was 7 or so, my uncle sent me downstairs during Thanksgiving to get a 3 liter of Dr. Pepper from our extra fridge in the basement. He told me to be sure I shook it really well before I came back up the steps, and because he was the coolest uncle ever, I did it. So, I sat there for a good solid 5 minutes shaking this giant thing of soda as much as I could. When my grandfather opened it, it exploded so hard that 20 years later, we were still finding splashes of Dr. Pepper on the far side of the kitchen wall (15 feet away from the countertop) when we were scrubbing the house to sell it. The explosion emptied the entire bottle. Of course, my uncle was nowhere to be found, and I never told anyone he told me to do that for a good 15 years.

Too funny!!!! Thanks for this!!! :-)

Elizabeth_C34

When I was 7 or so, my uncle sent me downstairs during Thanksgiving to get a 3 liter of Dr. Pepper from our extra fridge in the basement. He told me to be sure I shook it really well before I came back up the steps, and because he was the coolest uncle ever, I did it. So, I sat there for a good solid 5 minutes shaking this giant thing of soda as much as I could. When my grandfather opened it, it exploded so hard that 20 years later, we were still finding splashes of Dr. Pepper on the far side of the kitchen wall (15 feet away from the countertop) when we were scrubbing the house to sell it. The explosion emptied the entire bottle. Of course, my uncle was nowhere to be found, and I never told anyone he told me to do that for a good 15 years.

Too funny!!!! Thanks for this!!! :-)

It was hilarious. Well, to everyone but those directly involved at the time. My grandfather has coined it, "The Dr. Pepper Incident" :laugh:

lisapr123

I have two.

1. Spending the evening watching the demolition derby with family friends. My dads best friend and I went and got ice cream for all 13 of us that were there. My dad was out of town on work. Craig told me that since my dad traveled a lot for work, and wasn't always around, I could always come to him if I needed anything (this was before cell phones, so we didn't get to talk to my dad every night). He told me that since he had twin boys and no daughters, he always thought of me as his daughter. I was 9 years old. He was always good to me, so it was just a normal conversation. But that night, he went out on the boat with his wife and was killed by a drunk boater. That evening at the county fair means so much to me now, and 25 years later my dad is gone too, so I get to talk to both of them at the same time. They're buried maybe 50 yards away from each other and I am still very close with his wife and sons.

2. Shooting clay pigeons over a cliff in Wisconsin. Hitting 8 out of every 10 that were fired. It was awesome. Especially since I beat most of the men and all the boys

lisapr123

neighborhood grapefruit fights ... live in Florida ammo is everywhere

that and sneaking out the house to play ghost in the graveyard at night with the rest of the neighborhood kids

^^Gotta love ghost in the graveyard! My neighborhood was mostly boys and my best friend and I were sick of losing so we once dug trap holes in the ground along the main path thru the woods where we played. Her brother fell and broke his ankle. We still laugh about it!

Papillon22

Summers spent at my grandparents's house and the exhilarating ride to the river in the back of my grandpa's station wagon. I can still remember how hot and sticky me and my cousins were -all piled up in the back-; the smells, sounds and breezy evenings sitting in the sidewalk.

Hawksbillus

My favorite childhood memory is when I was 9 years old and my parents sent me to Disney World alone.

Saruman_w

Ah, Saturday mornings playing around on my SNES.. then immediately watching some cartoons. After that I'd run outside, play with the dog. Then maybe go to my huge box of toys and mess around with those. Get absolutely no HW done. Go back and play some more SNES.

Those were the good ol' days

bluefox9er

Being chased my a menopausal bull elephant when I was 12 in kenya. I narrowly avoided being bitten by a mamba the same year.

Yet I was still devastated to leave africa. Im convinced to this day every animal on earth wants to kill me....yet I remain a hardcore vegetarian.

Note to self: Don't wear yellow T shirts in Africa.

mznisaelaine

Running track....I know to some it might not a real "childhood memory" but it was for me....LOL at 9 years old I was conducting business and traveling. It was great :flowerforyou:

Oh and this is sad, but I was a HUGE Spice Girls fan...I was very very happy during this time lol

JanetLM73

driving across the east coast of Canada with my parents/sister. We listen to 8 tracks in the car.....anyone remember 8 track players?

Katbaran

Fishing with my Dad.

bluefox9er

Ah, Saturday mornings playing around on my SNES.. then immediately watching some cartoons. After that I'd run outside, play with the dog. Then maybe go to my huge box of toys and mess around with those. Get absolutely no HW done. Go back and play some more SNES.

Those were the good ol' days

^^^ my favourite one so far..it's what being a kid ( or a 45 year old) is all about :-)

stephc0711

So many!! All the summers I spent with my great grandparents, I still remember them taking me to visit my great great grandma. she was an amazing person. There was the time I was at their house, and climbing a tree in the back yard. I got halfway up the tree and got too scared to climb back down, so Grandpa had to get me down. He climbed up a ladder and got me down, and not even kidding, he was in his 80's then. Great Grandma trying to teach me to knit and crochet... Both of them getting up at 6 am just to sit and watch the sunrise while they drank their coffee... I could seriously make this reply go on forever...