Most memorable childhood memories

Moogle · Post by **Moogle** » 08 Mar 2012, 15:12

When I was five I fell down a hill and it really hurt!!!

Bighuey · Post by **Bighuey** » 08 Mar 2012, 20:46

Moogle, I did too when I was about 12 and cut my back open on a peice of glass. I agree, falling down hills is not good.

Moogle · Post by **Moogle** » 08 Mar 2012, 21:55

Bighuey wrote:Moogle, I did too when I was about 12 and cut my back open on a peice of glass. I agree, falling down hills is not good.

No it is not a good thing at all

dindindin · Post by **dindindin** » 09 Mar 2012, 15:13

I lived in England for 4 years(1954-58, ages 7-11), and have lots of fond memories of those years. My father was
in the US Air Force and was stationed at South Ruislip(RAFB) outside of London. Even though there were American
schools available for dependent children to attend, my father decided to enroll us in the school that was part of
the diocese of St. Scholastica, where we attended Mass on Sundays. The educational experience at St. Scholastica
was very different from that offered by the State of California(where we had been before England). There were lots
of memorable moments. The one I remember most was the Christmas Play. Everyone got a part in the CP.
I was an Angel and was paired with Cynthia. We were tree ornaments, and after reciting our limerick(We are Angels
from above, come to Earth to share God's Love, Bless You on this Wondrous Day, Hope You like The Christmas Play!),
we stood on stools and "hung" from the giant plywood Christmas tree.

Fran · Post by **Fran** » 09 Mar 2012, 16:09

dindindin wrote:I lived in England for 4 years(1954-58, ages 7-11), and have lots of fond memories of those years. My father was
in the US Air Force and was stationed at South Ruislip(RAFB) outside of London. Even though there were American
schools available for dependent children to attend, my father decided to enroll us in the school that was part of
the diocese of St. Scholastica, where we attended Mass on Sundays. The educational experience at St. Scholastica
was very different from that offered by the State of California(where we had been before England). There were lots
of memorable moments. The one I remember most was the Christmas Play. Everyone got a part in the CP.
I was an Angel and was paired with Cynthia. We were tree ornaments, and after reciting our limerick(We are Angels
from above, come to Earth to share God's Love, Bless You on this Wondrous Day, Hope You like The Christmas Play!),
we stood on stools and "hung" from the giant plywood Christmas tree.

You still remember your lines ... well done

Gannon · Post by **Gannon** » 09 Mar 2012, 17:06

I remember in high School our school entered into this Drama competition. The play that we did was Sci-fi and it was about an alien that killed a member of our crew and assumed their identity. It then set the self destruct on the spaceship. The alien manages to blow up the ship. The ending of the play when the ship blows up, the lights were supposed to go out and then there is this massive explosion played through the sound system. Well something went wrong with the lights and when the explosion went off we were all still standing there. It must have lasted about a minute and all we could do was stand there and twiddle our thumbs. The audience started laughing there heads off when the lights eventually went out.

There was a write up in our local paper calling our play a comedy.

Bighuey · Post by **Bighuey** » 09 Mar 2012, 20:34

That reminds me of when I was in the third grade, we put ona play, Snow White And The 6 Dwarves. The reason there were only 6 dwarves, there were only 7 kids in the class, so we were one dwarf short.

dindindin · Post by **dindindin** » 09 Mar 2012, 20:58

Thank you, Fran. Coming from the most prolific author/reader/savant/poster in the OBC, I consider your comment
high praise indeed. Actually, the most memorable skit that day was my brother's--his teacher chose him to play
the Golliwog!! My Mother created his outfit, and as they say on the "nether side of the pond", it was a corker. It was
a hybrid--Sambo on the Marmalade Jar meets Al Jolson. He wore Black Face on his face, white makeup around his
lips and eyes(I think it was probably zinc oxide), white gloves, a black silk shirt, big red bowtie, black tuxedo pants,
and Converse All-Stars sneakers. This was a great costume. But what carried the day was his routine. It was very
animated and was done in pantomine. Sorrow, happiness, resignation, displeasure were all conveyed by his
oversized white gloves and outlandish gestures. My parents and I had watched him practice for six weeks, so weren't
as enthusiatic as the rest of the audience, who were seeing Mr. Golliwog(the '54 Model) for the first time. I have to
say, younger brother had them in stitches. (BTW, I'm aware that the terms "wog" and "golliwog" are racist slurs and
have no place in the British vocabulary. They're certainly not in my vocabulary. I use them only as props to tell the
story). Anyway, that's my story. Hope you'll stay in touch. I think we might be kindred spirits. Or as I heard some
Yank postulate recently, "First Among Equals." Cheers. dindindindindin

Gannon · Post by **Gannon** » 09 Mar 2012, 22:23

Bighuey wrote:That reminds me of when I was in the third grade, we put ona play, Snow White And The 6 Dwarves. The reason there were only 6 dwarves, there were only 7 kids in the class, so we were one dwarf short.

Moogle · Post by **Moogle** » 10 Mar 2012, 18:02

I rode a pony once!!!! Except it was stinky so I didn't like it !!!

Phantom Kendra · Post by **Phantom Kendra** » 18 Mar 2012, 16:06

My favorite childhood memory is when my dog Mugs was still alive. We were at our cabin watering plants and I decided that Mugs needed to be "watered" as well, so i sprayed her with the hose. Well needless to say she didn't care for it and ran away. Later that day down by the water i was apprehensive of running and jumping into the lake. On my forth or so try Mugs ran up behind me and shoved me in (i was 7 by the way). I came up sputtering and gasping when Mugs leaped off the dock landing on me. I guess that's what I get for spraying her.

Fran · Post by **Fran** » 18 Mar 2012, 16:28

Phantom Kendra wrote:My favorite childhood memory is when my dog Mugs was still alive. We were at our cabin watering plants and I decided that Mugs needed to be "watered" as well, so i sprayed her with the hose. Well needless to say she didn't care for it and ran away. Later that day down by the water i was apprehensive of running and jumping into the lake. On my forth or so try Mugs ran up behind me and shoved me in (i was 7 by the way). I came up sputtering and gasping when Mugs leaped off the dock landing on me. I guess that's what I get for spraying her.

You wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of Mugs

Phantom Kendra · Post by **Phantom Kendra** » 18 Mar 2012, 18:51

Fran wrote:
Phantom Kendra wrote:My favorite childhood memory is when my dog Mugs was still alive. We were at our cabin watering plants and I decided that Mugs needed to be "watered" as well, so i sprayed her with the hose. Well needless to say she didn't care for it and ran away. Later that day down by the water i was apprehensive of running and jumping into the lake. On my forth or so try Mugs ran up behind me and shoved me in (i was 7 by the way). I came up sputtering and gasping when Mugs leaped off the dock landing on me. I guess that's what I get for spraying her.
You wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of Mugs

No but she was a really nice dog.

She wouldn't let me out of her sight, ever! I miss her