Share Some Of Your Childhood Memories With Us

[chitown]

What are some of your childhood memories that you cherish the most?

Me?

Going to Wrigley Feild to watch the Cubs play and seeing Dave Kingman hit many home runs. Always had my baseball glove with me, so I could try to catch a foul ball. Never did . I remember sitting eating hotdogs and popcorn while watching the game. I never thought those times would come to an end.

Hunting and fishing with my Grandpa as a young boy. He always untangled my line and never got upset. I remember the two of us fell out of a boat on a river in Southern Illinois. He ruined his new shoes. He should have been mad, but instead he could not stop laughing. One time, I was reeling in a big one and grandpa tried to help me land the whale. He lost his glasses in the water!

My grandpa taking me for ice cream every week. I can't remember how old I was when he first started taking me. He never missed a week until he was dying in the hospital. I was nine years old then and then it was me that brought him ice cream every week until he passed away. I was the youngest of the pall bearers. Everythime I get a cone at Dairy Queen I remember him looking down at me and handing me my ice cream cone.

Playing ball with my grandpa and the kids in the neighborhood. He was almost seventy years old. I remember my grandma yelling at him because he slid into a base. She was sure he was going to break a hip!!

Playing with toy soldiers in my back yard. I had hundreds of soldiers, tanks and cannons. I dug little fox holes in the grass and fought many major battles there!

[November Rain]

Climbing trees and building tree platforms to sit on. Making 'dens' in the middle of hedges with boxes & bits of cut-off carpet & sitting there with my friends & sister, drinking pop & eating crisps.

Taking our pet dog at the time, Amber, absolutely everywhere - be it paper round, errands, bike rides or just playing.

Going to my Granny's house in Scotland for holidays & cooking with her. She was the person who taught me to cook. Eating all her delicious home-made food.

My memories are mostly of being outdoors on days that seemed to last forever.

[kingwilly]

first time i discovered my old mans stack of porn magazines in his wardrobe!

[Blake7]

I recently dined at Heston blumenthal's restaurant (an old school pal) and he was inviting diners to recall favoraite flavours from one's youth so so he could create some sort of nostalgic culinary journey.

I nominated salt and vinegar crisps sandwiches....

[friscofrankie]

Going to Wrigley Feild to watch the Cubs play and seeing

Hank Arron play getting his auto graph on a slip of paper throughthe wire mesh down at eh left field or was it center? wall there used to be a geduck under the bleachers there
is it still there?
completely lost that one til you brought up Wrigley field. 1961, A very good year; I hit the only grand slam of the season that year, made it to round three in the tournament for the Little league world series. I lead the league in Hrs & RBIs got benched by my coach for breaking his windshield on high blooper homrun over the right field fence. Won the game, it did. Fuckin gratitude for ya.

[dirtydog]

Why the fok does this thread keep getting to the top, okay, burning things, I loved a box of matches and setting fire to things, I think I wanted to be like terry57, a fireman, well, apart from the putting them out bit

[astasinim]

^
All firefighters are frustrated arsonists..

[English Noodles]

first time i discovered my old mans stack of porn magazines in his wardrobe!

Good call.

[Hootad Binky]

My memories are mostly of being outdoors on days that seemed to last forever.

That's it for me! Long summer evenings, playing outside until 9 p.m., but only with the kids on our block and maybe the next block (kids from other blocks looked strange and suspicious).

Playing Red Rover and Kick the Can with 15 other children, various ages (I grew up in Halifax Nova Scotia in an dense neighborhood of older houses).

My best friend and I being thrown off the veranda by my older brothers into the yard (in snowsuits after a heavy/deep snowfall )

[kingwilly]

first time i discovered my old mans stack of porn magazines in his wardrobe!

Good call.

true, i remember thinking that this is better than xmas, it was like a pot of gold!

and i also then recall a few months later getting caught showing a mate the stash in the back of the wardrobe and getting a bladdy hiding, actually pissed meself too, i was so feckn scared.

[Jet Gorgon]

Nice memories, Chitown.

555 Kick the can. Good one, Hootad. We only played that at the farm town. Long summer evenings where it stayed light til 10pm.

My most bittersweet memory was winning the city cup in ballet and racing home to tell my mom (well, it was a Saturday, but she was still too busy to come and see me dance; she was a working single mom with three kids). I ran in the door and said, "Mom, Mom, I won!"
She said, "No you didn't. Don't lie."

[slimboyfat]

playing football at the park with my friends until it got so dark you couldnt see the ball. And calling each other 'retard' in a yank accent after missing an easy chance - a term we had just learnt from a particularly memorable episode of the kids of degrassi street which i guess had been specifically designed so that kids wouldnt use that word.

[AntRobertson]

The details of my childhood are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

[Happyman]

Air raid sirens as Mr Hitler was bombing the shit out of area of London- being stuffed into the shelter with my brother.
Later evacuated to my grandmothers farm on Dartmoor and running wild for the next 4 years- fishing - catching rabbits etc etc- generally having a bloody good time !

[peterpan]

The details of my childhood are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

Now that explains a lot about you Anti

[Dalton]

What childhood

[Happyman]

As an afterthought to my last post - this may appeal to some TD'ers

I used to catch (ok! poach!) salmon and sea trout from the Meavy River that ran through the farm.

The chef at the main hotel area was an Italian internee released on licence.

He used to give me 1 shilling a pound (weight) for sea trout and 1/6d a pound for salmon.
The only difference visually between a freshrun seatrout and a salmon was that the seatrout tail was square - same as a normal trout- and a salmon had a sharp "V" in the tail fin - the colour and markings of the skin/scales were identical.
Grannies needlework scissors soon converted trout to salmon and pocket money got a 50% boost.

Still giggle about that !

If he ever guessed he never said anything !

[Razor]

I havent finished my childhood yet!

[Topper]

Getting the babysitter to show me her tits...

[daveboy]

I remember dropping my pencil quite often then crawling about on the floor to get it looking up the girls skirts whilst recovery said pencil.

[qwerty]

When I was very young (in the early '60's) we use to sail from our home near Detroit up to the Canadian side of the Great Lakes - usually up to the Georgian Bay. I remember climbing up cliffs to pick blackberries, swimming in the icy cold water and anchoring out in remote coves where we wouldn't see anyone else for days at a time.

Our boats weren't big or luxurious, first we had a 22' wooden gaff-rigged yawl, then we moved up a 'big' fiberglass boat: an old Columbia 26, but they were big enough and comfortable enough for a family of 5 (with young children).

While the rest of my childhood was unremarkable, those summers were just magic, I'm really grateful to my parents for giving me such wonderful memories.

[MeMock]

Gee there are some old buggers on here

[Dalton]

The return of the Mummies

[English Noodles]

The details of my childhood are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

So now your quoting an Austin Powers movie, does it get any worse?


Noodles.

[walrus]

^ I thought it was from the magic roundabout !