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Cherished child-hood memories?

Hobos That Read
26-12-2006, 14:58
Well, I'm "growing-up" (whatever the hell that means) and I've been wanting to be small again, but yeah, what memories do you cherish?

I remember being happy at Warbirds Over Wanaka, after getting one of those awesome polysterine planes with already painted on decals and stuff that you just have to slip the wing inside the fuslage.

Cost about $2 NZD, if thats what happiness can buy I'm all for it!:)
Smunkeeville
26-12-2006, 15:19
I don't have many, I guess.

I remember going to the air show and seeing a stealth bomber, it was all roped off and these big huge MP's with M-16's were walking around, it was cool.
Swilatia
26-12-2006, 17:30
none. i'm glad to be out of there.
Anti-Social Darwinism
26-12-2006, 17:34
The ditch behind the elementary school I attended. It was tiny, but it was surrounded by trees and underbrush, with a small path beside it, and wild grapes growing around it. I used to pretend I was a pioneer and explore all up and down that ditch.
Letila
27-12-2006, 17:48
I have no cherished childhood memories. I had a anguished, lonely childhood.
Cannot think of a name
27-12-2006, 17:54
I had race cars. That was pretty cool.

I lived the largest chunk near a bike path that went to either a river in one direction or a lake in the other and snaked through some cool shit on the way, that was pretty cool.
Farnhamia
27-12-2006, 17:55
The ditch behind the elementary school I attended. It was tiny, but it was surrounded by trees and underbrush, with a small path beside it, and wild grapes growing around it. I used to pretend I was a pioneer and explore all up and down that ditch.

We had some woods, just small patches, really, that couldn't be incorporated into the neighborhood I guess, and we'd ramble around those, exploring and adventuring and all. In one there was what we called "the cliff." It always seemed huge and ominous, but when I went back years later I found it was only about six feet high. Still, those were mythological places.
Pure Metal
27-12-2006, 17:57
i remember christmas in our old house, playing with my dad on the beach, and going to this woodland adventure place with my mum and dad when i was young.

things got a bit shit after i was 7 (which is a shame as i don't have many memories before then)
Drunk commies deleted
27-12-2006, 18:06
Sneaking into the old Roebling Steel factories with my friends to play tag or hide and seek was fun. Also walking across town with my friends to the comic book store was a nice way to kill a couple of hours. Then there was the Feast of Lights. Food, games, music, fireworks, friends and family all together in one place. That annual event was the highlight of my childhood. Chambersburg is also known for its annual celebration called the Feast of Madonna or the Feast of Lights further reflecting its cultural and religious rootshttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Trenton
East Nhovistrana
27-12-2006, 18:12
No! Daddy! Stop hitting Mummy! Help! Help! Help!
LiberationFrequency
27-12-2006, 18:17
Building a rope swing in the woods out of scrap. It broke on the skinny kid 3 times but never broke on the rest of us.
Running around the estate at night playing our hybrid of tag and hide and seek called tracky.
Also making lego fire engines, boats and lego men bigger than me.
Getting lost in the woods, cycling across a golf course, getting out and my friend crying because he thought we'd be lost forever when his house was just a few streets away.
Farnhamia
27-12-2006, 18:22
Building a rope swing in the woods out of scrap. It broke on the skinny kid 3 times but never broke on the rest of us.
Running around the estate at night playing our hybrid of tag and hide and seek called tracky.
Also making lego fire engines, boats and lego men bigger than me.
Getting lost in the woods, cycling across a golf course, getting out and my friend crying because he thought we'd be lost forever when his house was just a few streets away.

Ah, running all over the neighborhood! We had a game like your "tracky," too, though it didn't have a name. And as bikes came into it, our horizons expanded into new, unexplored areas. That was back in the days when summers were six, seven months long, not a week or maybe ten days like now, and when kids played outside unattended, unchaperoned, unscheduled. I hope today's kids aren't as controlled as they appear sometimes, but I get sad to think that my nieces and nephews don't do the things we did.