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Okay everybody, so my question for you all is this: what are your most memorable childhood memories? I'm sure you all have something you remember about your childhood, whether it was a happy surprise, or a stupid (maybe even embarrassing ) thing you did, or just something that now you find humorous . Anyways, I look forward to reading your stories . As for me, one thing I remember till this day is that when I was little, I thought I was the real Batman lol. I used to dress up like him and everything! I even went so far as to thinking I could fly , so I jumped out my bedroom window... Luckily the bushes broke my fall...and my arm.

When I was little, I used to have an imaginary friend named Dorothy . I used to do everything with her! I even had a special place for her at the dinner table, and I would get my mom to put out a plate and cup for her so that she could eat too lol. It wasn’t until I started school that Dorothy “moved away” .

When I was 5 or 6 I saw a picture in a book of someone throwing a boomarang, and I found a bent steel rod I thought would make a good one, and when I threw it, it went straight through our big front window. I got a good whipping over that one.

When I was little I eat dog food!!!! It becus my friend dare me to do it and I did it!!! Crazy huh?

I remember as a child eating some yellow meal my Dad had for feeding to cows just to see what it tasted like .... my brother told me it was poisonous then he told me he was only joking but I was convinced I would die & spent the whole day waiting for death! I discovered years later the meal was perfectly edible ... I think it's the stuff commonly called corn meal.
I don't think I ever actually told my Dad though

A horrific memory of mine would be the time I thought I was old enough to brush my own hair (I had really long hair when I was a kid so my mum used to brush and plait it for me every day), I think I was about four or five and thought I'd do it myself, it was going fine but there was one persistent tangled knot I couldn't brush out and since I didn't want to admit defeat I got a some scissors and cut it off.......next time my mum brushed my hair, she's wondering why some of my hair is falling out and next thing I know I have spiked tuft of hair that stood straight up from my scalp and wouldn't flatten no matter what I did It was horrible!

A sweet memory that's always stuck with me is a friend I had in Primary school and I remember we were having art lessons and suddenly he turned to me and said he was going to marry me one day. I said something along the lines of 'get real' but he insisted that he was going to marry me. He was so dorky and his comically serious expression just brings a smile to my face.

RuqeeD wrote:A sweet memory that's always stuck with me is a friend I had in Primary school and I remember we were having art lessons and suddenly he turned to me and said he was going to marry me one day. I said something along the lines of 'get real' but he insisted that he was going to marry me. He was so dorky and his comically serious expression just brings a smile to my face.

Ah the poor chap ... you probably scarred him for life

I remember climbing out of my crib when I was supposed to be napping. My mom was napping in the guest bed in my room and I crawled over and kissed her. Gee, I must have been no older than 3!

Runnig into the dining table on christmas eve when I was about 3 or 4 and splitting my eye open. I got to eat all the chocolate off the christmas tree though (to shut me up I think).
I remember that I hated it when my grandad put his false teeth in when he was going out, he never wore them in the house, so when he put them in and smiled at me I used to scream bloody murder!

I also liked to catch frogs from the bottom of the garden and put them in my mums bed, hehe!

I put turtle food in my dad's pipe tobacco can one time, dried bugs and stuff, but he never noticed it. At least he never said anything.

This just reminded me of something, I wasnt a kid but shortly after I was married we lived in an 8-plex, and every morning the neighbor would come over and bum a cigarette. Once in a while is ok, but every morning gets kind of old after a while. I made a special one for him, I took one and put horsehair in it and gave it to him one morning. I guess he got the hint, he never bummed any more after that.

Bighuey wrote:I put turtle food in my dad's pipe tobacco can one time, dried bugs and stuff, but he never noticed it. At least he never said anything.

This just reminded me of something, I wasnt a kid but shortly after I was married we lived in an 8-plex, and every morning the neighbor would come over and bum a cigarette. Once in a while is ok, but every morning gets kind of old after a while. I made a special one for him, I took one and put horsehair in it and gave it to him one morning. I guess he got the hint, he never bummed any more after that.

I just carry cigarette loads around with me.

Growing up in the boonies, we had a creek to play in every summer, and a pond to skate on every winter. I just took it for granted at the time, but now I realize how cool that was....no wonder I hate suburbia.

When I was four I ate so much pizza that I threw up!!!

Tralala wrote:

Bighuey wrote:I put turtle food in my dad's pipe tobacco can one time, dried bugs and stuff, but he never noticed it. At least he never said anything.

This just reminded me of something, I wasnt a kid but shortly after I was married we lived in an 8-plex, and every morning the neighbor would come over and bum a cigarette. Once in a while is ok, but every morning gets kind of old after a while. I made a special one for him, I took one and put horsehair in it and gave it to him one morning. I guess he got the hint, he never bummed any more after that.

I just carry cigarette loads around with me.

Growing up in the boonies, we had a creek to play in every summer, and a pond to skate on every winter. I just took it for granted at the time, but now I realize how cool that was....no wonder I hate suburbia.

Just love these expressions "Growing up in the boonies", have read it many times in books, not entirely sure what the boonies are though, just sounds cool. A great word.

Ant wrote:

Tralala wrote:

Bighuey wrote:I put turtle food in my dad's pipe tobacco can one time, dried bugs and stuff, but he never noticed it. At least he never said anything.

This just reminded me of something, I wasnt a kid but shortly after I was married we lived in an 8-plex, and every morning the neighbor would come over and bum a cigarette. Once in a while is ok, but every morning gets kind of old after a while. I made a special one for him, I took one and put horsehair in it and gave it to him one morning. I guess he got the hint, he never bummed any more after that.

I just carry cigarette loads around with me.

Growing up in the boonies, we had a creek to play in every summer, and a pond to skate on every winter. I just took it for granted at the time, but now I realize how cool that was....no wonder I hate suburbia.

Just love these expressions "Growing up in the boonies", have read it many times in books, not entirely sure what the boonies are though, just sounds cool. A great word.

"The boonies" or the "Boondocks".

The boonies or the boondocks are the backwoods or really rural areas that aren't highly populated. Normally they're considered less sophisticated than city areas and sometimes they're even looked at as being backwards or old fashioned. I live in a boondock state here in the USA. We have cities but we're mostly mountain ranges and farm land so there are plenty of areas like this. For me the "boonies" are just out of the way locations that are less city/suburb oriented. When you have to drive 30 minutes into town just to get to a supermarket... you live in the boonies.

Actually... there's a childhood memory. When I was really young, maybe 4 or 5, we lived in a neighborhood that was really out of the way. Behind the last house in the culdesac there was a hay field and after all of the hay had been rolled into bales we would cross our neighbors backyard into the field and fly kites or play/fish in the creek. That was a real paradise. Come to think of it... I can't recall a time that I've flown a kite since then.

Talking about the boonies, when I was about 8 we lived in Burbank, Washington. Its a little town on the Columbia river. We had some sheep, and one would follow me around like a dog, sometimes even to school. I came home from school one day, and my dad had butchered it. Its hide was hanging on the woodshed. I couldnt eat any of it, it would be like eating my brother.