Tell a cool story from your childhood

Even if you had a not so good childhood their must be a story somewhere in there that put a positive memory in your head.

When i was 6 or 7 years old i was in the grocery store with my mom. We ran into one of her friends and they started talking. I waited and looked around at all the tall people. I remember i started to walk away from our grocery cart and then all the lights went out in the store. I remember my mom immediately called out my name and i said "im here" and i ran toward her. She started laughing because i had light up shoes! Every step i took was a green flash. I dont know if they were my teenage mutant ninja turtle shoes or not (cause i was the biggest TMNT fan..still am) but i glowed green with each step. I remember running to the end of the ile then across the next. All the attention was on me for about 2 minutes. The lights went back on and the fun was over. Though it was awesome. :2thumbsup:

I kinda felt like a ninja turtle running around in the dark knowing where to take each step from my light up shoes. Nobody could follow me.

 

Awwwwww ... that's so cute.

I grew up in Cambridge. Punting trips on the river were a favourite summer outing, and we learned to handle a 16 foot punt pole right from when we were very young.

I remember that when I was either 8 or 9, I didn't want a trip to the zoo or anything for a birthday treat ... I wanted to go punting, and to be allowed to punt alll the way down the Backs, and all the way back up again (even though my birthday is in September, which was kind of late in the punting season back in those days).

And I did as well ... including shooting Silver treet bridge in the upstream direction right at the end.

Boy I was whacked at the end of it ... but what an achievement for a little kid, eh?

 

no, niceness.
but my childhood did make me the person i am today..............
......normall a bastard
:sultan:

 

Surely There Were Lots Of Happy Memories As Well....?



Cheers Glen.

 

I remember feeling real happy when my Dad use to check in on me sometimes in the early hours and if I woke up, he'd take me downstairs, make me porridge and tea, and we'd sit and listen to the dawn chorus and watch the sun come up... I can't even begin to explain the warmth and connectedness I felt in these moments in time

 

there was a period of time when shopping carts would mysteriously appear behind my mom's garage thrown in the woods. I think there were three or four of them at one time and we would take them and roll them down the big ass driveway and smash them together and ride them down the big ass hill around the corner.

also, when i was a kid, i was in the big brother/big sister program and my big brother was a pilot who took me up in a 4 seater plane i think it was a cessna and i got to take the wheel and turn it and make it go up and down and stuff. that was really cool.

one time my mom and i took a walk to go see the rite-aid burning down. it was quite the spectacle.

 

no seriously i cant remember any.
i had a great brother that i idolised when i was young, he died when i was 9 so i never really knew him.

my mother, later diagnosed with early onset of dementia and alzhimers used to beat the living shit out of me.

but....... i dont hit my kids, they get all they need and normally what they want ( but not in the spoiling way - they work for it ) and they'll be relatively financially set up for when they leave school

 

I once decided to sing Great ball of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis when I was 10 for my birthday. I did this in front of everyone that came to my party. I have no idea why I did this but I consider i deplore any kind of public speaking it is quite odd and hilarious

 

I remember as a kid in school in 4th grade i think they made everyone play a recorder.

I hate the damn thing, i thought it was annoying as hell. Just a loud whistle that hurt my ears. hen we had a hundred kids blowing into the damn things, i thought i would go deaf by the age or 10. Everytime we practiced it sounded like a loud WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>.< I always faked what i was doing and never actually playing. Then we had the school concert and i swear half the guys just moved ther fingers up and down like they were masturbating or something. Lol

The parents and grandparents were so proud of our music playing ability...

 

Me and my cusion witness a small hotel burn down. It was so cool, we kept walking closer and closer in ahhh (STEP AWAY FROM THE LIGHT). Even today seeing huge buildings burn i think is just cool.

 

I was a big kid for my age,so my dad taught me how to drive when I was 8 years old. We used to go south of town with me driving and he would ask me to pull over so he could shoot at crows with a shotgun. This one spot we pulled over was by the Indian reservation and he shot into some trees and a bunch of Indian folks came running out of them hollering at us and we took off. The reservation was about the crummiest,poorest place you can imagine with tiny run down shacks and oftentimes they would run their cars into town on the rims because they couldn't afford tires. Payback time=the present. A giant casino with new houses-thousands a month for all tribe members and I have lost a portion of my ass every time I have gambled there. That'll teach me. But it sure was fun hot wiring various family cars and taking my friends for joy rides at 9 or 10 years old.

 

When we were younger we spent time each summer camping. It was a time that was only family and the memories of that have always been a huge part of childhood for me. The camp fire and endless days spent with a sister and parents who loved us....what could be better?

 

I don't really have any cool stories. When I was little I played with trees and imaginary friends. I sang to birds... for long periods of a time. and I swear birds would gather around me and listen.

I was a lonely kid. I was the kind of sad, morose kid they feature in horror movies.

One time my friend and I decided to walk to the store when we were 8 years old. It was four miles away and it was January. During the course of that day we almost got hit by a car, we got chased by a Doberman, our cold fingers swelled to twice their size, we got lost, and a very nice preacher picked us up and took us home. We were grounded for two weeks. Thus began my love of adventure and recklessness.

 

My Grandma's family was a large, close knit farm family who all gathered once a month at a different farm for a dinner and fun. There were tons of us kids from the original 12 brothers and sisters. The food was unreal, so many kinds of great fried chicken, bisquits baked in wood fired cook stoves and pies...dear God those farm wives could make pies to die for. Us boys would vanish to the barns or woods and creeks after dinner and play till almost dark. Then we'd hear our names being called to head back. Summer time there was always home-made ice cream and kind of a competition to see who could make the best. Banana walnut was my favorite. Finally we headed for home, with me stretched out asleep on the back seat.

I never realized how rich that was until well into my aldult life. Only one member of the original family is still alive now nearing 100 years old. That formed the foundation of values for my life. The family sharing, laughing, caring for each other in hard times. Now every other year we still gather at the original farmsite and have a meal. New kids run for the barns or wood and us old folks share storys.

Thanks for a great post idea Broony

 

fuck those things i had to play it too. Nevermind the fact that I was already the first chair trumpet in the advanced band by the end of fourth grade. Nevertheless, I still had to squeak that stupid little plastic piece of shit with all the other little retarded kids.

 

I can remember when i was 6 or 7 and we'd go in the bush and shoot bottles with pistols...across the road even...if a father does that with theiur kids now theyd end up tazered and in jail

 

heres a cool one...one time i shot a car door with a 22 short and it bounce back and hit me in the chest and the bullet fell in my hand...it was a perfect straight shot the bullet pancaked perfectly center...i still have it

 

i accidentally set light to a fence once... i ran away... i suppose that doesn't count as cool tho... arf

 

When I was a kid we lived in the sticks, our nearest neighbor ws a 1/2 mile away. Anyways one summer we had hundreds of these things crawling around.



I gathered up a few of them and put them in jars, the spun cacoons and I ended up with these things.



That was the only time that ever happenned.

 

I used to chase our outside cat and throw him up in the air because i was so fascinated that it would always land on its feet, and i threw him...lol Sometimes when we caught it we would hold its 2 front paws together and its 2 back paws together and hang it upside down so that its back was an inch or two from then ground. We let go and amazingly the little thing would land on its feet everytime.