Is there a childhood memory that stands out? You know, the ones where you can remember what music was playing, what the weather was like, etc.
I have so many..My memory is pretty good on the whole childhood things..I remember buying my first record, Karma Chameleon by the Culture Club at Kmart. I also got a new sticker book.
I love reliving memories, especially the good ones? Don't you?
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Wow...I've got lots of childhood memories. Was one of the lucky ones who had a wonderful childhood. But I'll go with the very first one to pop into my head.
Not sure exactly how old I was, but I'm guessing it was 7 or 8. My brother, a neighborhood friend, and I decided to put on a concert for my parents. We made ourselves "hippie" outfits and got all dressed up. Our concert consisted of three songs--"The Night Chicago Died", "Puff the Magic Dragon", and "Seasons in the Sun". What I wouldn't do for a video tape of that!
I'm thankful for my own happy childhood. And I'm thankful that thus far at least, my children are being blessed with happy ones, too.
I remember sleep overs with my friend Tammy. We were 10 years old and we'd play barbies outside and steal her brother's GiJoes, because we didn't have Ken dolls.
We'd do the craziest things. We ate vanilla ice cream with pizza flavored chips. They don't sell pizza flavored chips anymore, I'm not sure why and I sure can't remember why we thought to use them as ice cream toppings.
We'd spend our summer holidays outside the entire time - collecting pop bottles we'd walk the two miles to the store in town and buy pops and ice cream.
Then it was back to play in the yard with the barbies or in her uncles camper we'd go and pretend to be camping.
Ahhhhhhh such fun! Thanks for the memories - I don't sit and remember them enough.
I am thankful for having a wonderful evening with the family last night. We all went for a walk around the lake and we talked and talked and came home and made the kids ice cream sundaes. It was the best!
My family makes fun of me because I remember so much, but the one memory that has my mother puzzled, I at first thought was a dream.
I remember all of this through a murky green haze:
My mom and dad were sitting behind a hospital curtain in a large room with several beds behind similar curtains all in a row. I suppose it was more like a clinic setting than a hospital. My dad was sitting on the bed with one leg up on it and the other leg hanging down the side; my mom was in a plastic chair near the bed. A doctor with white hair came into the curtained area with a white clipboard, and he talked seriously to my dad for a short time referring often to the clipboard. I remember the distinctive style of lamps that were attached to the wall and other minute details.
Like I said before, I used to think this was a recurring dream. One day, I was about five or six years old, and I told my mom about the "dream."
She stared at me silently, then quietly told me to go tell my dad the "dream." He frowned at me, and then looked at Mom. "Did you tell her about that?" He asked. "No," she responded, "Missy just came and told me this story."
It turns out, this is something that happened while my mom was pregnant with me. My dad was at work, and a sliver of steel stuck into his eye. My mom met him at the medical facility, and that's where my "memory" kicks in. As far as we can remember, my parents had never told me that story prior to me "remembering" it.
So now we joke that I was peeking through my mom's belly button while she was pregnant with me! :-)
Oops, I forgot my thankful:
I'm thankful for the awesome thunderstorm we had just about an hour ago. It even shook the office building! Wow!
my first memory is seeing my new brother,he was on my parents bed and I can see their afghan and they were cutting his bracelts off, I was disappointed because I thought I was going to have a little boy to play with and they brought home this baby. I was 3. I have alot of good memories,my peepaw drove a truck for angel food icecream and he would come by while he was on lunch break and me and my brother would play in teh truck and scrape the ice off the walls we had snowball fights in the summer.
I'm grateful that the Lord gave me the strength to get up everyday because without him filling me with strength I could not have made it through the past year.
LOL, I too got my first record at Kmart...Def Leppard, and despite my parents objections, it was an Easter present:-)
Another one that my family teases me about every year on my birthday was my 5th. My brother was 1 and was bothering my friends and I at my birthday party. He got on my Big Wheel and fell off the corner of the patio on cut his head open and had to be rushed to the ER for stiches. Both my parents left and 2 of 3 grandparents to go with him. I pouted and cried that he ruined my party. So, every year he thinks it is funny to try and come up with an "attention stealer" and tease me that he is ruining my birthday. Family fun:-)
I just had this memory the other night and it was such a strong feeling that I knew my grandmother was close. I used to go to my grandparent's cottage for a week or two and I can remember bringing up buckets of water for my Grandmother's flowers. She always had a lot of flowers and it would be early evening, it's a nice memory to have.
I am thankful that I got to know and spend time with at least three of my grandparents. I still miss them.
This question really made me think a lot about a memory - just one memory - that stood out above all others!
When I was a child - one of six children - my Dad drove the church bus to all the "away" activities. One Sunday night each month there was a skating rink that reserved the entire rink for area churches of Christ. My Dad, of course, drove us to the skating rink on those designated nights.
One Sunday evening while we were there, one of the boys broke his ankle when he fell while skating. I remember my Dad - who, by the way, never skated! - walked out onto the rink and picked him up and carried him to a seat, helped him off with his skates and got an ice bag to hold on his ankle. Daddy then got everyone together and loaded on the bus to go back to the church building. He again carried John out to the bus and made sure he was as comfortable as possible for the trip back. Daddy had also called John's parents to let them know what happened, so they could meet us at the building as soon as we returned.
I can remember being so proud of the way my Dad took control of everything and made sure that we all were accounted for and on the bus and ready to go to get John to his parents as quickly as we could to get him medical help.
I was so proud that he was my Dad! My Dad was such a good man and I miss him - he passed away 12 years ago.
I am thankful that God allowed me to be a child of my parents! They taught us to love the Lord and to love others. They taught us to put God first in our lives so that everything else would "fall into place". I was so blessed to have my parents as long as I did and the siblings that I still have and cherish every moment we're together!
ok.. here are a few that you and I shared. Remember coming home from church in Plantation and being grilled about the long distance phone call? I couldn't throw you and Wes under the bus.
I remember driving our bikes and our pool pass to the closest community pool in Midlothian, and taking extra change for snacks at the snack bar.
Dad making us ride our bikes while he jogged and we were ready to pass out, but I don't remember being chubby :)
The sound game with Grandpa... Those crazy noises that he would make when you touched him :)
The piano recital where I absolutely froze, and it had to be my birthday...
Stopping on the main rode, when Dad yelled "Stop"
I am thankful that I can truly remember alot of these, and that my kids are making some of these with thier siblings.
Love ya sis.
Ones about memories are sometimes hard for me to answer!
I loved, LOVED Nancy Drew books when I was growing up and acquired most of them as gifts etc. so I spent a lot of time reading.
One Christmas Eve when I was maybe like 6 years old or so I looked out my window and saw Santa Claus fly by in his sled with the reindeer! I was so scared that I hid under my covers for a long while after that.
Gosh this is a hard one for me - I don't have a lot of memories.... lets see....
I remember one time when my sis and I were teenagers. It was a time when we didn't particularly get along. Somehow we were lying on the floor chatting together. I remember looking at the ceiling and thinking how fun it would be to walk upside down in the house. So.. I lift up my feet and pretend to walk around, while I'm busy chattering with my sis. After a few mins. I look over at my sis and she's doing the SAME THING! We laughed and laughed.
I am thankful for a wonderful service at church tonight.
Very few childhood memories here. It's legendary among me and my sisters just how little we remember about our childhood. I do have snippets here and there. Mostly associated with things - music, food, smells, tv shows, etc.
I remember, and I lived in Chicago in 1985, being at a sleepover and doing all the moves to Superbowl Shuffle with all the girls there. We also did Sharp dressed man by ZZTop. That was a lot of fun.
Oh, and I'm thankful for my memory!
I remember when my grandparents babysat me and piling all of my dolls on top of Grandpa as he sat in his chair. Grandpa always smelled like pipe tobacco and his garden. Good stuff.
Thankful I remember this.
I, too, have memories like that. I can even remember what the air smelled like. Weird! One that stands out in my mind is I was in second grade sitting at my desk doing math. We had a new boy come that day. His name was Billy. I looked up from my work and there he was in the doorway with a dark grey t-shirt and a huge smile on his face. My heart melted! You could hear all the girls sigh! I knew I had to nab him somehow. So the first recess we had he was playing basketball and I ran over to him and tapped him on the back. He turned around and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He looked stunned. I was elated. He turned around and started playing basketball again!!
I am thankful that he didn't wipe my kiss off his cheek!
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