Good Childhood Memories?

[AnnaLost]

Going to concerts in the park with my grandad. I wasn't allowed to speak during, but we would sit and listen to people play the pipe organ every Sunday afternoon. He'd pack a picnic and after we would go to the local zoo. I remember chasing the ducks. Mostly I remember imagining stories to the music and escaping through them.

I wish he were still alive. I miss him.

 

[Changing4Best]

@AnnaLost ai miss my parents too, my dad the most. So I can relate.

Throughout my childhood, my father was not nice to me. Youm could say he gave me a lot of emotional abuse. However, when I became an adult, and especially during his final years, he was very nice to me for the most part.
So I forgave him for his earlier behavior.

Anyway, during my childhood, we too went to listen to music, mostly classical, including opera. I remember being up on the 6th floor of the Metropolitan Opera Company in NYC, NY when I was about 6. We saw the opera Carmen and it was sung in Spanish, so I did not understand a word of it. However, the costumes and sets on the stage were fascinating and my parents explained the story to me a bit too, so I would understand what was going on.

 

[katz]

When I saw this thread, I just had to reply. Home was so terrible-and loud for me. I went to Gramma & Grampa's house every chance I could. It was quiet and peaceful. I used to ask gramma, why I always slept so well on "that" bed. Gramma would just laugh and tell me that it was just a JC Penny mattress. I can look back now and see that the reason I slept so well is that I was "safe". My dad could not get to me there. I love remembering going to their house. Even once I was older and was able to drive, I still went to visit them. When they both died, the same year, it was very sad. But, I know that they both know how much I loved them--I told them every time I saw them. I know that they are at peace and that I will see them again someday.

 

[Changing4Best]

My grandmother was such a blessing during my childhood too. She would gather my sister and I together and tell us these beautiful stories that she would make up about the birds and the ducks and chipmunks at her camp. The stories we so cute, and she gave the animals people characteristics.

 

[NoWhereKnowWhere]

Walking in the woods, listening to the birds, whistling back at them waiting for a reply. Playing in the trees and climbing up further than I should. Looking for fairies and convincing myself I could see them.

Being outside as much as I could. Waking up in the morning and knowing from the brightness through the curtains there's snow on the ground. Jumping the fence into fields where the untouched un-stepped on snow was. Hearing and feeling the crump of freshly trodden on snow.

 

[katz]

I can always smell a "White Owl" cigar. Even from across the room. The smell brings tears to my eyes--and a smile too, because that is what my grandpa smoked. I miss him so much.

 

[Changing4Best]

I remember climbing trees and sledding in the snow behind our house. There was a valley there and we had so much fun, my sister, and the other kids in the neighborhood.

 

[NoWhereKnowWhere]

:hug: @katz

 

[Changing4Best]

I love this thread. I have to think of my happy memories and I have to dig deeply to find one, which I am doing right now: I used to sit in the bathtub and play with my washcloth. I would pretend it was a goldfish and it was swimming all around the bathtub. I hated taking a bath, but this made it not so bad.

 

[InvisibleSun]

The best memories of my childhood largely involve my grandfather. He took me everywhere with him and was truly my best friend. We'd go out to eat or just drive around for hours listening to music and talking. I always wanted to be around him. He was my hero and he still is. When that man died, I think a part of me went with him..

 

[Ocean5]

- Going into woods, and disappearing. Just exploring nature. Sometimes alone - sometimes with a friend.
- Going to my grandmother's house, but she died when I was very young.

 

[Changing4Best]

My sister and I used to go horse back riding a lot on Saturdays. This we did for many years. I remember giving carrots to the horses, as they really love them. We would go back into the woods behind Old Whitey's Riding Stables and it was so beautiful back there. It was a deep forest and the sun would shine through the leaves so beautifully. It was nice and peaceful there.