childhood memories

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I miss my whole family going to the park on Sundays. We would play ball, swim and grill out every Sunday during the summer. My dad showed me how to fish during one of those trips. We would eat ice cream before we left. We were kids and had no worries. It was some of the best times of my life. The park eventually closed, but I still think about it during the summer.

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I hate saying this this way, because it really sounds pathetic, but I can't think of a single memory like this. before I started working, I can't think of any happy childhood memories. I start having pretty good memories of being a teen ager, and really they only get better when I was in my late teens, and twenties, maybe. not that I was abused or anything, I just can't rember a family meal that was fun, or a family holdiay that was fun, or anything like that. I don't think that I was an espectialy misrable child, not at all - but nothing like the above story.


what about you guys?

I have tons of childhood memories the good old days when I was young and innoscent, pure, never understood things like the whole spitzer situation when everything was just about having fun. Bbqs with my family at who knows where not caring about what I was wearing or where the BBQ. Childhood was great. Now too many people care about where the BBQ is if its not in the Hamptons its not good enough if they didn't get their on their porshe its also not good enough. I'm guilty of these things as well to some extent but that does not stop me from hating on society today.

I have very fond memories of all the trips I took in boy scouts. Hiking, camp, learning how to shoot a rifle. Also, my older brother used to have me skip school on his off days, and he would take me fishing.

And, I also remember my parents divorce, which was in like 1992, but it's still so incredibly vivid.

I can't imagine many well-adjusted kids (especially as they get more spoiled and jaded) having the perspective that would allow them to enjoy the relatively mundane stuff of most "great childhood memories". Only in contrast with mundane adult life does eating some ice cream or going fishing seem that cool, to me anyway. It's not like my childhood sucked, I guess it's that family has always been a priority, so a dinner together was routine, and there was not much question of seeing relatives regularly, etc. I wouldn't have the experience of the "one particular time that my parents and I and so and so were all together in the same place", since that happened a lot.

I guess that kids who had a rougher time in school or family life would remember the more "normal" times with more nostalgia than I would.

Then again, I do have a couple cool memories of things that were really unusual or seemed somehow heroic, like when my grandparents took me out on their fishing boat and my grandpa asked me to pick any fish in the fish book they had (Audobon or something). About an hour later, he had caught 3 of them (ling cod - I thought the stripes looked cool) and we ate them for dinner. Most likely he lucked out, but at the time, that seemed supernatural. It might have been the same trip where they woke me up to see the luminescent algae that in the water as they dragged a net through. Those were good memories, maybe the more memorable in contrast to the way that side of my family ended up. (I have had no contact, and no desire to have contact, with any of them for about 10 years now.)

Henry Miller's rock fight and sour rye in Tropic of Capricorn; in the Grove Weidenfeld edition starting on page 124

I also remember reading all the Goosebumps books. I think I had every one. The tv show ruined it for me though.

Originally Posted by j

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I can't imagine many well-adjusted kids (especially as they get more spoiled and jaded) having the perspective that would allow them to enjoy the relatively mundane stuff of most "great childhood memories". Only in contrast with mundane adult life does eating some ice cream or going fishing seem that cool, to me anyway. It's not like my childhood sucked, I guess it's that family has always been a priority, so a dinner together was routine, and there was not much question of seeing relatives regularly, etc. I wouldn't have the experience of the "one particular time that my parents and I and so and so were all together in the same place", since that happened a lot.

I guess that kids who had a rougher time in school or family life would remember the more "normal" times with more nostalgia than I would.

Then again, I do have a couple cool memories of things that were really unusual or seemed somehow heroic, like when my grandparents took me out on their fishing boat and my grandpa asked me to pick any fish in the fish book they had (Audobon or something). About an hour later, he had caught 3 of them (ling cod - I thought the stripes looked cool) and we ate them for dinner. Most likely he lucked out, but at the time, that seemed supernatural. It might have been the same trip where they woke me up to see the luminescent algae that in the water as they dragged a net through. Those were good memories, maybe the more memorable in contrast to the way that side of my family ended up. (I have had no contact, and no desire to have contact, with any of them for about 10 years now.)

I disagree I had a great Normal childhood and I still have tons of great memories. Memories dont live like people do they always remember you.

^^ That sounds like a line out of a song... Jiminy Cricket?

I remember driving with my dad listening to Paul Simon's Graceland in the car.

Vandalism. I know I'd ***** about it now if it was done to me and probably lynch the little bastards, but my best friend and I used to sneak out in the middle of the night and terrorize his affluent neighborhood. We treated it like a military campaign and called them missions. We made maps of the neighborhood, outlined all the good places to hide, our targets, etc. Our munitions consisted of paintball guns, bb guns (with laser scope!), lots of eggs, and of course fireworks. Going on those missions was probably the most fun I've ever had.

Since we were both in private school, we had longer holidays than the public school kids. One day we decided to do a daytime mission and terrorize the local public school. We packed our backpacks full of eggs (figured guns would be a bad idea in broad daylight lol) and headed out. We hit the school first and launched eggs into open windows. It was awesome. On the way back, we threw eggs at each other, and they hurt like hell by the way.

The last house we decided to hit was a huge mcmansion. I aimed for a window on the top floor, but missed and hit the drain pipe instead. It made a really loud clang and some lady came outside yelling at us. We bolted and she gave chase in her jeep. We had to run through yards and jump over fences. Being skinny saved us cause we ran to a house that was being built and i was able to slip in and open it from the inside where we waited for the crazy biatch to go home. She was really tearing around the neighborhood in that jeep and we saw he go by 3 or 4 times before she quit.

When we got back to his house, we ordered pizza and played nhlpa hockey on genesis. Those were the days.

I was a very fat kid when I was young so life was good.

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Vandalism. I know I'd ***** about it now if it was done to me and probably lynch the little bastards, but my best friend and I used to sneak out in the middle of the night and terrorize his affluent neighborhood. We treated it like a military campaign and called them missions. We made maps of the neighborhood, outlined all the good places to hide, our targets, etc. Our munitions consisted of paintball guns, bb guns (with laser scope!), lots of eggs, and of course fireworks. Going on those missions was probably the most fun I've ever had.

Since we were both in private school, we had longer holidays than the public school kids. One day we decided to do a daytime mission and terrorize the local public school. We packed our backpacks full of eggs (figured guns would be a bad idea in broad daylight lol) and headed out. We hit the school first and launched eggs into open windows. It was awesome. On the way back, we threw eggs at each other, and they hurt like hell by the way.

The last house we decided to hit was a huge mcmansion. I aimed for a window on the top floor, but missed and hit the drain pipe instead. It made a really loud clang and some lady came outside yelling at us. We bolted and she gave chase in her jeep. We had to run through yards and jump over fences. Being skinny saved us cause we ran to a house that was being built and i was able to slip in and open it from the inside where we waited for the crazy biatch to go home. She was really tearing around the neighborhood in that jeep and we saw he go by 3 or 4 times before she quit.

When we got back to his house, we ordered pizza and played nhlpa hockey on genesis. Those were the days.

Great story reminds me of stuff me and a few friends of mine used to do except we used to use water baloons those were great days except for us it ended with playing super nes

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Great story reminds me of stuff me and a few friends of mine used to do except we used to use water baloons those were great days except for us it ended with playing super nes
Same here, except it was more about the sneaking around, or occasional B&E to eat the family's ice cream out of their freezer, and then we'd retire to watch action movies or badly VHS'd pseudo-pron that my buddy could get because he had the old cable box, where if you stuck the knob between 88 and 89 you could get the Plabes channel for free.

I remember getting suspended for messing with the water sprinkler system at my elementary school.

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Same here, except it was more about the sneaking around, or occasional B&E to eat the family's ice cream out of their freezer, and then we'd retire to watch action movies or badly VHS'd pseudo-pron that my buddy could get because he had the old cable box, where if you stuck the knob between 88 and 89 you could get the Plabes channel for free.

ahh the first days of discovering pron on tv those maybe the best memories