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Thursday, July 14, 2005

The first BIG QUESTION

Today's question:

"What is your happiest childhood memory?"

42 Comments:

  • At 1:00 PM, Blogger Sublime said…

    My happiest childhood memory is of my Grandfather. The way he jingled his keys, they way he wore Old Spice cologne, the way he took time to show me and my brother how to draw.

     
  • At 2:33 PM, Blogger SassyFemme said…

    My happiest childhood memory is getting my first bike. I was 6 or 7 years old, it was Christmas morning and we had opened all of our gifts. My parents had us pick our favorite toy out, and then sent us in their room. I picked out some play-dough thing. Then they brought us out and there was a shiny, green Huffy bike, banana seat, big handlebars, and a white basket with pink and purple flowers on it. I didn't know how to ride a bike, and it was NH so we couldn't go ride in the snow. My parents pushed me around inside the house on my bike!

     
  • At 3:15 PM, Blogger Kat said…

    Going on girl's trips with my Mom. We used to go to Cape Cod or New Hampshire for the weekend when my Dad and brothers were out fishing. I remember feeling so special and grown up though I was only in the single digits! I think it was the first foreshadowing of the friendship I have with my Mom today.

     
  • At 4:52 PM, Blogger Irish15 said…

    My happiest childhood memory was when my parents would take me to a small amusement park near where we lived in NY. We would go on Saturday nights and then go for ice cream. It had a small roller coaster and ferris wheel but it was big to me. Once me and my dad went on the tea cups and I spinned it so fast he got sick. I will always remember that!

     
  • At 4:54 PM, Blogger Bent Fabric said…

    I don't have any. :(

     
  • At 5:15 PM, Blogger Milton said…

    My happiest childhood memory involves Christmas at the Grandparents' house: the aromas that preceded the feasts, 4 generations all at one table, opening presents, playing games and seeing reletives I rarely got to see. It was all good. It was magic.

     
  • At 5:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My happiest childhod moment was when I got my first car. I was able to go other places and avoid being at home and be my own boss.

     
  • At 6:03 PM, Blogger ms √©nigme said…

    i dont have any either.

     
  • At 6:06 PM, Blogger Ace of Spades said…

    My happiest childhood memory is playing with my friends and riding bikes all day. going to grandmas house and spending the day there. going to dinner and a movie with my family.

     
  • At 6:06 PM, Blogger sunray said…

    Happiest childhood memory is being in Maine with a gang of summer friends playing in a park across from where we lived. It was the gathering place for all kids. We'd lay on the ground throwing tennis balls at the bats in the sky. Squeel madly when they dove for us and run off to get our evening ice cream just moments before the nightly curfew.

     
  • At 8:27 PM, Blogger RED QUILT MAKER said…

    My happiest childhood and maybe even life memory is sitting on my grandmothers lap in her porch swing. She would say, I'm going to tell you a secret and then she would whisper in my ear, I love you, I love you, I love you.

     
  • At 8:53 PM, Blogger Angelika said…

    My happiest childhood memory is Christmas Eve at my Grandma and Grandpa's house. After dinner, all of us kids would hang out in the living room trying to shock each other with the plush carpeting.

    We always had to wait until everyone had coffee after dinner before we could open up our presents. We would start singing Christmas Carols. And when we'd had enough, we'd sing grandma got ran over by a reindeer. My grandma hated that song and that normally got her attention and it was time to open presents.

     
  • At 4:41 AM, Blogger Ace of Spades said…

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  • At 7:34 AM, Blogger Robin said…

    I would spend time at my grandparents' house while my mom & dad were at work. My grandma would play the piano and my grandpa would play the organ and they'd put on a little Big Band concert for me. They would also crank up the Swing music and dance.

     
  • At 12:18 PM, Blogger LeaLea said…

    I think some of my happiest memories are of my Grandma that's no longer with us..she lived in NYC all of her life till they moved to Florida later in life..and i visited her every year sometimes a few times-and just loved her.. she was the kind of grandma that made you feel like you were special- no matter what you did..you could sit and breathe and she thought you were special lol.

     
  • At 9:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    being molested by my friends dad....

     
  • At 10:33 PM, Blogger David Fuchs (Greg Goble) said…

    It's strange, when I read this question I realized that I had never thought about just one moment in my childhood. When I now do I think of spending a summer evening staying up all night with a friend playing Donkey Kong Country for SNES. I also think of another summer night lying on a picnic table waiting for falling stars, just waiting (one would come by every hour and a half or so).

     
  • At 10:50 PM, Blogger KarmaAngel said…

    Some of my happiest memories are camping in the (then) wilds of Florida, swimming in the springs, and running wild through the woods with my brother and sister and our friends....it was a very pure happiness.

     
  • At 11:06 PM, Blogger HappyKap said…

    Being with my family. Being on the beaches of Long Island. Looking out over the ocean and feeling "right."

     
  • At 3:01 PM, Anonymous bandit8it said…

    Spending summer vacations in a cottage on Cape Cod, with my two cousings visiting from California. Spending every day at the beach, body surfing until we were blue with cold, then reading in the sand until we warmed up, then doing it again. Hearing my parents laughing and happy. Rare.

     
  • At 10:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    In the summer, I would ride my bicycle for hours. I would ride up and down the many streets in my neighborhood. I would pretend that my bike was a horse, that I was a cowboy traveling out west on some long trip. There was an old church on the side street by my house. My "horse" and I would stop and camp out on the cement steps leading up to the church. I would sit there in the shade of the trees, feel the breeze on my face and in my hair and feel that my life was OK for awhile.

     
  • At 3:44 PM, Blogger Dr. Deborah Serani said…

    Playing in the green fields across the street from my childhood home. The sky was so blue, the clouds so white and the moments so timeless.

     
  • At 8:13 PM, Blogger I n g e r said…

    Playing on Maple Street with Albert and Anna Marsili. We were all immigrants, and they were my lifelines. Children can be incredibly, intuitively kind to one another; you don't hear about it often, but it's so.

     
  • At 12:12 PM, Blogger Gatsu said…

    Disney World, hugging Mickey Mouse plain and simple.

     
  • At 5:04 PM, Blogger Jersey Boy. said…

    Breakfast at my Grandmothers on Sunday morning after sunday school.

     
  • At 6:05 PM, Blogger Rue said…

    The day my Mum and step dad brought my little sister home from the hospital. Suddenly I wasn't the youngest anymore and I was grateful. I also wasn'r the only red head anymore either

     
  • At 11:08 PM, Blogger Chelynne said…

    i was 4 years old and I got "Chatty Cathy" for Christmas..She was the most special doll in the world...

     
  • At 11:55 PM, Blogger Crystal said…

    Halloween and car shows :) It was the only moments in my life when my father gave me his undivided attention. I was bored to death at those car shows but nothing could stop me from smiling behind the ropes of a old hot rod to spend time with my dad.

     
  • At 5:10 PM, Blogger Julie Julie Bo Boolie said…

    When my older sister showed up at my grade 8 graduation in her Camaro Berlinetta and drove me and my 2 best friends to McDonalds after the dance.

    Julie

     
  • At 5:46 PM, Blogger sdk said…

    My little brother waking up on Christmas morning at 3 am. He had the Battle Cats Lair, and my mom was dumb enough to put batteries in it the night before. Santa always left one present for each of us (something cooler than socks) unwrapped.

    Anyways, he got up at 3am and started pushing all the buttons on it and it sounded like the house alarm was going off. My dad FLIPPED out. He came running out of their bedroom 98% nekkid and was prepared to whoop some burglar ass. It was awesome.

    sdk

     
  • At 6:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    There are many, I was a very lucky girl because my family loved each other. What really sticks out that makes me happy from that time long ago, is I used to have chronic tonsilitis. The old doc didn't want to take them out. Said they were there for a reason. Garbage collectors he called them. Anyway, we lived in Colorado so when I got sick in the winter, my mother would spend really good money to locate and bring home a slice of watermelon. Un heard of!!! Watermelon in the winter in Colorado!! Wow! I was sooooo special.

     
  • At 9:50 AM, Blogger Toady Joe said…

    Running to hug grandpa upon first seeing him after an absence - knowing I am infinitely loved and was infinitely missed, and that there will be Wrigley's Doublemint gum in his shirt pocket - just for me.

     
  • At 4:51 PM, Blogger Los said…

    Christmas, when I got the Oscar the Grouch Alarm Clock.

     
  • At 8:21 PM, Blogger Elizabeth Taylor said…

    I don't know if this was my happiest memory, but it does stand out at the moment. Deidra and I were in the third grade and we would ride our bikes to meet each other and meet-up halfway. (Grew up in the country). Anyhow, this one year it was like beetle mania - a really good beetle season for some reason. There were these huge black beetles that would go trundling cross the road...tons and tons of beetles. So what we would do was aim and run over the beetles with our bikes. We called it "Beetle-Crunch Time."

    Poor beetles. At least it was quick - we were dead-on. (there's a stupid pun for you...)

    It does call to mind the summer we had a tarantula outbreak...I never got the guts to run over one of those. They jump straight up, you know. Ah, a childhood spent in the country.

     
  • At 5:29 AM, Blogger Trielles said…

    I would have to say my happiest childhood memory was when my mom, with her 5 children, would drive to her best friend's farm, where her 6 children waited for us to arrive. Every summer we'd go there just about every day. We helped with thier chores in the mornings and would play all afternoon. We all got along so well. It was always good!

     
  • At 1:16 PM, Anonymous Phreddd said…

    My ninth birthday party. It was the last good birthday party I experienced before the reality of my parents' separation began to directly affect me, and nobody seemed to want to get it together to hold anymore birthday parties for me.

     
  • At 1:32 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My happiest childhood memory seems a little strange, but my family is very close. Aunts, uncles, cosuins, everyone was always getting together to go places and do fun things together. One of the most vivid trips was my first time going to SeaWorld. Things went great for the first couple of hours, but after having really bad service at a resturant, along with horrible food and having a tray full of spaghetti and sodas spilled all over half of us...my cousins got the bright idea to walk out without paying. Only half of the family was willing to comply. So half of them left, and half of us stayed. By the end of the day, the security staff was looking for the other half of my family that didn't pay for their meals so we had to leave early to avoid getting busted!! Ahhh...to be young again!!

     
  • At 2:20 PM, Blogger S. C. Rosenberg said…

    My first response was "I don't have one."

    Then, digging further, I can only come up with memories of being happy to get certain books or toys or things like that. I don't think I had any unfettered happiness then. or since. maybe ... it's just hard to pin down.

    Wait. I know. The way my mom's bed smelled, with her perfume and everything. I could get in her bed when she wasn't there and it was like she was still with me. I wish I could do that again.

     
  • At 10:55 AM, Blogger crappyjazz said…

    eating strawberries with my grandma on her front porch wrapped up in a blanket that to this day is my favorite ... i was at my grandma's that morning because my dad had taken my mother to the hospital to give birth to my brother

    i remember my grandmother's soft voice explaining having a sibling in my life and how i would have to share

     
  • At 4:07 AM, Anonymous Jeff said…

    Going into my grandparants restaurant and prentending that I could make the BEST sundae they ever eaten. It was a weekend fave of ours and we often relived it up to the day my grandmom passed.

     
  • At 4:00 AM, Blogger 37oline said…

    playing swiss family robinson in the scrub pine on the cape with my sister and cousins.

     
  • At 10:56 PM, Blogger Jiminypink said…

    My brother being nice to me.
    All of us singing in the car on the way to visit my grandmother.

     

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