What do you remember from your childhood? (69)
One lovely thing, I do remember (around 3 yo) one of my teachers would ply the piano and I was 
lovely sounds. We never had a piano at home, we could not afford it.
I grew up in a Catholic home so each week we had to go to the “Catecismo” (church-school) to be prepared for first communion and I remember a Nun was going around the streets taking the children (walking) and after school, she did return us to our homes again. I did not enjoy it, it was boring for me so I would try to hide and not to go.
lovely sounds. We never had a piano at home, we could not afford it. I grew up in a Catholic home so each week we had to go to the “Catecismo” (church-school) to be prepared for first communion and I remember a Nun was going around the streets taking the children (walking) and after school, she did return us to our homes again. I did not enjoy it, it was boring for me so I would try to hide and not to go.
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lifeisadream: What do you remember from your childhood?
Your family, friends, circumstances, places, aromas, food, school,......?
Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
Is it something that you really dislike it?
Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.
Your family, friends, circumstances, places, aromas, food, school,......?
Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
Is it something that you really dislike it?
Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.
Hiya Life
Most of my childhood memories are still quite vivid and for the most part, very happy memories. I'm afraid it would take up the entire thread to recount all those memories. 
Endless summer days and making sure I'm home when the streetlights come on. Getting my tongue stuck on the icy top of a fire hydrant in the dead of winter with a german shepard dog trying to hump me (about 7 or 8 yrs. old at the time).
The long walks with my dad on warm summer evenings to nowhere in particular...asking him millions of questions about everything including if there really is a man in the moon...his patience was second to none. The baby bird that fell out of it's nest and my determination to help it survive which I did until my mom sat on it accidentally and kept the secret to herself until I was 18. So many memories and thanks for reminding me. 
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lifeisadream: What do you remember from your childhood?
Your family, friends, circumstances, places, aromas, food, school,......?
Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
Is it something that you really dislike it?
Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.
Your family, friends, circumstances, places, aromas, food, school,......?
Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
Is it something that you really dislike it?
Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.
I recall getting my first pair of glasses at 11 months and getting whacked when I was 3 for peeing on my grandmothers grape vines. She made really great grape jelly.
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lifeisadream: One lovely thing, I do remember (around 3 yo) one of my teachers would ply the piano and I was lovely sounds. We never had a piano at home, we could not afford it.
I grew up in a Catholic home so each week we had to go to the “Catecismo” (church-school) to be prepared for first communion and I remember a Nun was going around the streets taking the children (walking) and after school, she did return us to our homes again. I did not enjoy it, it was boring for me so I would try to hide and not to go.
it means u were a poor student I grew up in a Catholic home so each week we had to go to the “Catecismo” (church-school) to be prepared for first communion and I remember a Nun was going around the streets taking the children (walking) and after school, she did return us to our homes again. I did not enjoy it, it was boring for me so I would try to hide and not to go.
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2intrigued: Hiya Life Most of my childhood memories are still quite vivid and for the most part, very happy memories. I'm afraid it would take up the entire thread to recount all those memories.
Endless summer days and making sure I'm home when the streetlights come on. Getting my tongue stuck on the icy top of a fire hydrant in the dead of winter with a german shepard dog trying to hump me (about 7 or 8 yrs. old at the time). The long walks with my dad on warm summer evenings to nowhere in particular...asking him millions of questions about everything including if there really is a man in the moon...his patience was second to none. The baby bird that fell out of it's nest and my determination to help it survive which I did until my mom sat on it accidentally and kept the secret to herself until I was 18. So many memories and thanks for reminding me.
Endless summer days and making sure I'm home when the streetlights come on. Getting my tongue stuck on the icy top of a fire hydrant in the dead of winter with a german shepard dog trying to hump me (about 7 or 8 yrs. old at the time). The long walks with my dad on warm summer evenings to nowhere in particular...asking him millions of questions about everything including if there really is a man in the moon...his patience was second to none. The baby bird that fell out of it's nest and my determination to help it survive which I did until my mom sat on it accidentally and kept the secret to herself until I was 18. So many memories and thanks for reminding me.
Hi 2I
That is lots and good memories, any mischief?
As a little child:
I do remember ringing the Nun house’s bell and then running to hide.
galrads: I recall getting my first pair of glasses at 11 months and getting whacked when I was 3 for peeing on my grandmothers grape vines. She made really great grape jelly.
11 months baby with glasses?
That should have been rather uncomfortable.
For the peeing, it was free fertilizer!
ali110: it means u were a poor student
No, I was a bright student Ali.
What number is your hair color?
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lifeisadream: What do you remember from your childhood?
Your family, friends, circumstances, places, aromas, food, school,......?
Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
Is it something that you really dislike it?
Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.
Your family, friends, circumstances, places, aromas, food, school,......?
Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
Is it something that you really dislike it?
Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.
lots of memories. there is one i remember very well: how stubborn i was. and shy.
stubborn i will work on that ... next life. the "shy" factor stays. i like it.
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I have all happy memories of childhood.
Freedom - constantly outdoors, climbing trees, making dens in caves, roaming the fields, the neighbouring lads passing my brothers to ask me to go out to play with them (I was a tomboy!)
Going on caravan holidays to the beach, spending hours playing in the dunes.
Fishing for mackerel off the cliffs with my eldest brother.
One time we caught 25 of them. We decided to sell them around the caravan park. Somehow, my mackerel were the ones are the bottom of the bag, and 'his' ones sold first!
Freedom - constantly outdoors, climbing trees, making dens in caves, roaming the fields, the neighbouring lads passing my brothers to ask me to go out to play with them (I was a tomboy!)
Going on caravan holidays to the beach, spending hours playing in the dunes.
Fishing for mackerel off the cliffs with my eldest brother.
One time we caught 25 of them. We decided to sell them around the caravan park. Somehow, my mackerel were the ones are the bottom of the bag, and 'his' ones sold first!
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Bogart_1960: lots of memories. there is one i remember very well: how stubborn i was. and shy.
stubborn i will work on that ... next life. the "shy" factor stays. i like it.
stubborn i will work on that ... next life. the "shy" factor stays. i like it.
Stubborn yes you look like it but shy, I do not think so.
Any mischief?
mollybaby: I have all happy memories of childhood.
Freedom - constantly outdoors, climbing trees, making dens in caves, roaming the fields, the neighbouring lads passing my brothers to ask me to go out to play with them (I was a tomboy!)
Going on caravan holidays to the beach, spending hours playing in the dunes.
Fishing for mackerel off the cliffs with my eldest brother.
One time we caught 25 of them. We decided to sell them around the caravan park. Somehow, my mackerel were the ones are the bottom of the bag, and 'his' ones sold first!
Freedom - constantly outdoors, climbing trees, making dens in caves, roaming the fields, the neighbouring lads passing my brothers to ask me to go out to play with them (I was a tomboy!)
Going on caravan holidays to the beach, spending hours playing in the dunes.
Fishing for mackerel off the cliffs with my eldest brother.
One time we caught 25 of them. We decided to sell them around the caravan park. Somehow, my mackerel were the ones are the bottom of the bag, and 'his' ones sold first!
I grew up with only brothers and I guess I was a tomboy girl too and it was natural to be and play around mostly boys, In fact, I think that even though I was smaller than them, had I had the fish I might have sold mine first as well.
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I remember so much. Most of it, I'd happily be willing to do again.
The freedom of it all growing up in the countryside. Heading out to the woods with friends to make a ropeswing into the pond and building 'dens' to camp out in. The sound of Lego as it's moved about to find that elusive bit you need, but I don't miss the shout as a parent found it with their bare foot.
If I could have one wish, I'd wish I could go back to when I was about 2, and do it all again. I chose 2, as I don't want the soiling myself again
The freedom of it all growing up in the countryside. Heading out to the woods with friends to make a ropeswing into the pond and building 'dens' to camp out in. The sound of Lego as it's moved about to find that elusive bit you need, but I don't miss the shout as a parent found it with their bare foot.
If I could have one wish, I'd wish I could go back to when I was about 2, and do it all again. I chose 2, as I don't want the soiling myself again
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fifty-nine years ago, I admired Alfred E. Neuman making the cover of Mad. 
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galrads: I recall getting my first pair of glasses at 11 months and getting whacked when I was 3 for peeing on my grandmothers grape vines. She made really great grape jelly.
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I remember summer times at the lake with my cousins - (there are 36 of us), I was one of the youngest. Camp fire cookouts, sing alongs, climbing trees, telling ghost stories, playing stickball, and badminton, tennis, volleyball, and softball. Hide and seek, and jump rope.
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lifeisadream: Stubborn yes you look like it but shy, I do not think so.
Any mischief?
Any mischief?
moi?. i was a saint.!!. only kick out from 3 HS . teachers fault, of course.
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Bogart_1960: moi?. i was a saint.!!. only kick out from 3 HS . teachers fault, of course.
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2girlsnocup: I remember so much. Most of it, I'd happily be willing to do again.
The freedom of it all growing up in the countryside. Heading out to the woods with friends to make a ropeswing into the pond and building 'dens' to camp out in. The sound of Lego as it's moved about to find that elusive bit you need, but I don't miss the shout as a parent found it with their bare foot...
The freedom of it all growing up in the countryside. Heading out to the woods with friends to make a ropeswing into the pond and building 'dens' to camp out in. The sound of Lego as it's moved about to find that elusive bit you need, but I don't miss the shout as a parent found it with their bare foot...
2girlsnocup:
If I could have one wish, I'd wish I could go back to when I was about 2, and do it all again. I chose 2, as I don't want the soiling myself again
If I could have one wish, I'd wish I could go back to when I was about 2, and do it all again. I chose 2, as I don't want the soiling myself again
That is a good idea, just in case I would choose 3 y.o.
JeanKimberley: I remember summer times at the lake with my cousins - (there are 36 of us), I was one of the youngest. Camp fire cookouts, sing alongs, climbing trees, telling ghost stories, playing stickball, and badminton, tennis, volleyball, and softball. Hide and seek, and jump rope.
What type of child were you?
Bogart_1960: moi?. i was a saint.!!. only kick out from 3 HS . teachers fault, of course.
I was expelled from High School only once but it was for a very good reason. The HS that I used to attend was a private one and some people could not afford it. So we the students did protest to the state go v and we did surrender the private HS until the governor listened to us and agreed to construct a big and more complete HS with labs and free of cost to everyone. The ones who were in the front line –like myself- were expelled but later we could finish HS in the brand new school. My father was a great support; he even let me borrow his car to guard the private school taken at night.
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When I use to smoke, I thought that my taste buds where shot from smoking and that food wasn't tasting as good as it use to, due to tobacco use... Now that I don't smoke, some foods still don't taste as good. Ground beef is the major food that doesn't taste as good as I remember it, when I was a kid. Food additives along with 'who-knows-what, is in our foods now. Ah, I remember as a kid, the taste of ground beef was so good then. The meat didn't need any sauces, ketchup, mustard or anything to improve the flavor, well maybe a little salt, but that was all.
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CuddlingSoul: When I use to smoke, I thought that my taste buds where shot from smoking and that food wasn't tasting as good as it use to, due to tobacco use... Now that I don't smoke, some foods still don't taste as good. Ground beef is the major food that doesn't taste as good as I remember it, when I was a kid. Food additives along with 'who-knows-what, is in our foods now. Ah, I remember as a kid, the taste of ground beef was so good then. The meat didn't need any sauces, ketchup, mustard or anything to improve the flavor, well maybe a little salt, but that was all.
When food is prepared by someone else for us it could be tastier. Although, the beef production has changed to more profitable models and that includes feeding the cows with disgusting products like chicken manure while in the old days grass, hay and grains would have been the most used food for them.
Perhaps, adding to your beef some garlic and onion might taste better.
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Music triggers vivid memories for me of when i was a child, one song in particular brings up a powerful memory not because of the lyrics but because at the time the tune seemed to make everything perfect at that point in time.
Its mid summer 1976 its hot, the sun is high in the sky, the grass is brown and dry, My brother and I have sought refuge under the sprawling branches of our old peach tree in the backyard, our mother is busy in the kitchen baking and our father is just a few feet away tinkering under the hood of the car.
Im sitting leaning up against the trunk of the tree in my shorts and no shirt on contemplating my belly button and my brother is up the tree on one of the lower branches lying on his stomach with his arms and legs hanging down like a little sloth having a nap.
A slight breeze starts blowing gently bringing a nice reprieve from the oppressive heat of the sun and as it blows through the house and out the backdoor it carries with it the strains of a song which I begin humming, I look up and see my mother in the doorway smiling enjoying the breeze and I look over to my dad and he is sitting leaned up against the car relishing the breeze and a smile on his face too, I remember thinking this was a really perfect moment.
The song that was playing that evokes this memory everytime I hear it and immediately transports me back to our yard in '76?
Is this one and I think its because of the flutes playing rather than the lyrics that hook me everytime...
Its mid summer 1976 its hot, the sun is high in the sky, the grass is brown and dry, My brother and I have sought refuge under the sprawling branches of our old peach tree in the backyard, our mother is busy in the kitchen baking and our father is just a few feet away tinkering under the hood of the car.
Im sitting leaning up against the trunk of the tree in my shorts and no shirt on contemplating my belly button and my brother is up the tree on one of the lower branches lying on his stomach with his arms and legs hanging down like a little sloth having a nap.
A slight breeze starts blowing gently bringing a nice reprieve from the oppressive heat of the sun and as it blows through the house and out the backdoor it carries with it the strains of a song which I begin humming, I look up and see my mother in the doorway smiling enjoying the breeze and I look over to my dad and he is sitting leaned up against the car relishing the breeze and a smile on his face too, I remember thinking this was a really perfect moment.
The song that was playing that evokes this memory everytime I hear it and immediately transports me back to our yard in '76?
Is this one and I think its because of the flutes playing rather than the lyrics that hook me everytime...
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DjWabbet: Music triggers vivid memories for me of when i was a child, one song in particular brings up a powerful memory not because of the lyrics but because at the time the tune seemed to make everything perfect at that point in time.
Its mid summer 1976 its hot, the sun is high in the sky, the grass is brown and dry, My brother and I have sought refuge under the sprawling branches of our old peach tree in the backyard, our mother is busy in the kitchen baking and our father is just a few feet away tinkering under the hood of the car.
Im sitting leaning up against the trunk of the tree in my shorts and no shirt on contemplating my belly button and my brother is up the tree on one of the lower branches lying on his stomach with his arms and legs hanging down like a little sloth having a nap.
A slight breeze starts blowing gently bringing a nice reprieve from the oppressive heat of the sun and as it blows through the house and out the backdoor it carries with it the strains of a song which I begin humming, I look up and see my mother in the doorway smiling enjoying the breeze and I look over to my dad and he is sitting leaned up against the car relishing the breeze and a smile on his face too, I remember thinking this was a really perfect moment.
The song that was playing that evokes this memory everytime I hear it and immediately transports me back to our yard in '76?
Is this one and I think its because of the flutes playing rather than the lyrics that hook me everytime...
Its mid summer 1976 its hot, the sun is high in the sky, the grass is brown and dry, My brother and I have sought refuge under the sprawling branches of our old peach tree in the backyard, our mother is busy in the kitchen baking and our father is just a few feet away tinkering under the hood of the car.
Im sitting leaning up against the trunk of the tree in my shorts and no shirt on contemplating my belly button and my brother is up the tree on one of the lower branches lying on his stomach with his arms and legs hanging down like a little sloth having a nap.
A slight breeze starts blowing gently bringing a nice reprieve from the oppressive heat of the sun and as it blows through the house and out the backdoor it carries with it the strains of a song which I begin humming, I look up and see my mother in the doorway smiling enjoying the breeze and I look over to my dad and he is sitting leaned up against the car relishing the breeze and a smile on his face too, I remember thinking this was a really perfect moment.
The song that was playing that evokes this memory everytime I hear it and immediately transports me back to our yard in '76?
Is this one and I think its because of the flutes playing rather than the lyrics that hook me everytime...
Wow...loved that little story...
Music also takes me back....and that song of yours evokes memories too...happy memories.
Cool.
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Is it something/someone that you like it very much?
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Is it something that defined your path in some way?
Please feel free to comment to each other.