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velvett

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I get these flashes of childhood memories from time to time and one that comes to mind is it being Easter and having a basket of hand colored eggs from the evening before and begging my father to hide them throughout the living room and dining room so that I could search for them.

I can still hear myself giggle and squeal in joy when he would entertain me.






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What about your memories.
 
Visiting my grandma's place in the NC mountains. We would run around at dusk catching fireflies in our hands and watch them light up. Sitting in the swings on her porch and looking at the views of the mountains in the distance. The way the fog would shroud them in the early morning. :)
 
i remember how we used to go out and train outside me and my dad...

my family all worked out.. no wonder i turned into a bodybuilder

we would go out and do pushups, pullups
we would do this jumping drill in the stream by my grandfathers house ..there were thies big rocks and we would jump from rock to rock if you sli[p you would bust your ass and fall into the water


heh, cool thread vel.
karma
 
One some of us dared this kid on the block he couldn't catch this dog with his bike. The dog was really fast and the kids bike was pretty crappy so we figured pay dirt right?

Well the kid caught up to the dog on a downhill grade and crushed its neck. The dog was a female dog and the litter of puppies died too because they didn't have a mom or something.

I lost 5 bucks that day and it was one of the worst things I can possibly think of as a child.
 
I remember the beatings, cigars to the face, ajax in the mouth, alpo for dinner and the weekends locked in the water heater closet like it was yesterday.

good times
 
velvett said:
I get these flashes of childhood memories from time to time
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I get those flashback things sometimes too. But not of when I was a kid.

Usually it's Vietnam. I'm with Bravo Company first night of the Tet Offensive. We've got our line covered but Charlie is overrunning us. My buddy Bagdhad is lying by me feet dead... hit by an AK-47 round. He's still got this smokin' cigarette in his mouth. I got an m-16 in my hands. Charlie keeps coming. I keep shooting. Kill. Kill. Kill...

...then I usually find I'm in the supermarket. My girlfriend's yanking on my arm shouting, "Stop it. Stop it."... and then I have to apologize to the check out girl for taking her down in the frozen foods isle.
 
I remember when childhood was filled with fantasy's now forgotten...Where everything remain unexplored and you were the first to conquer hidden passages now left to rot by adults...

Summers and streams provided a weath of Tom Sawyer-esk adventure which more often than not ended up with poison ivy and chiggers.

When on thay one special eve at dusk, you held the hand of a girl for the first time and didn't die of cuties...Though the dastardly side effect known as *sweaty hands* plagued the mind as you got that kiss of a lifetime...

I remember when a kitchen smelled better than anyplace in the house, not filled with burnt offerings from a microwave.

I remember holidays and cheer, when familys got together at long last, and a time for women to be left to gossip at will, while the men complained about the women over spiked egg nog....I still love the smell of hot nutmeg.

I am still haunted by frosty mornings when the squirrels beckoned to be dinner, and the dogs eager to help with their hearty destruction....

School buses were a right of passage where the prison yard rule applied...The older, bigger kids moved closer to the front each year, while the new kids earned the back seat in hopes of early deaths to all seniors.

I remember seeing my first bra that didn't belong to family and wondered why butterflies decided to take up residence in my stomach.

I remember football practice and screwing off afterwards....

I remember not wanting to grow up.....



Ever.









Ranger
 
The Ranger said:
I remember when childhood was filled with fantasy's now forgotten...Where everything remain unexplored and you were the first to conquer hidden passages now left to rot by adults...

Summers and streams provided a weath of Tom Sawyer-esk adventure which more often than not ended up with poison ivy and chiggers.

When on thay one special eve at dusk, you held the hand of a girl for the first time and didn't die of cuties...Though the dastardly side effect known as *sweaty hands* plagued the mind as you got that kiss of a lifetime...

I remember when a kitchen smelled better than anyplace in the house, not filled with burnt offerings from a microwave.

I remember holidays and cheer, when familys got together at long last, and a time for women to be left to gossip at will, while the men complained about the women over spiked egg nog....I still love the smell of hot nutmeg.

I am still haunted by frosty mornings when the squirrels beckoned to be dinner, and the dogs eager to help with their hearty destruction....

School buses were a right of passage where the prison yard rule applied...The older, bigger kids moved closer to the front each year, while the new kids earned the back seat in hopes of early deaths to all seniors.

I remember seeing my first bra that didn't belong to family and wondered why butterflies decided to take up residence in my stomach.

I remember football practice and screwing off afterwards....

I remember not wanting to grow up.....



Ever.









Ranger
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Word. That's why you should come to Neverland, Ranger.

te he jamon
 
The Ranger said:
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...Still haven't found that other glove I see.....


Ranger
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Nope. I think Frackal has it along with my pink shirt. But I don't have a heart to ban him from Neverland. Frackal in a Speedo Thong is to much to give up.

te he jamon
 
The Ranger said:
I remember when childhood was filled with fantasy's now forgotten...Where everything remain unexplored and you were the first to conquer hidden passages now left to rot by adults...

Summers and streams provided a weath of Tom Sawyer-esk adventure which more often than not ended up with poison ivy and chiggers.

I remember when a kitchen smelled better than anyplace in the house, not filled with burnt offerings from a microwave.

I remember holidays and cheer, when familys got together at long last, and a time for women to be left to gossip at will, while the men complained about the women over spiked egg nog....I still love the smell of hot nutmeg.

Ranger
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These are great memories.

I remember spending lots of time with my grandmother and my great aunt and uncle (like grandparents). They were the best. It's never been the same since they all died.
 
I also remember how dark it would get at night. She didn't have a tv, so once us kids ran ourselfves out playing in the yard we would turn in. We would get in these big old beds, underneath the quilts that she had made, and she would turn every light in the house off. You couldn't even see your hand in front of your face.

In the morning you would wake up to the smell of bacon cooking on the stove. When you got to the table it would be covered with platters of food, sausage, bacon, eggs, biscuts, and a bowl of homemade gravy. To this day the smell of bacon cooking takes me back there.

I don't think that I appreciated what I had at the time, but now that I look back I realize that it was the best of times. :)
 
Summer days stretched out before me like an endless highway.....watermelon and cut grass in the summer...catching fire-flyes.....camping out udner a big old oak tree in the back yard and mapping out my life one dream at a time. Pitching horse shoes with my grandfather and being called "God dammit!" as in "Come here God Dammit."...and just hoping that I would be one quarter of the man he was.
 
Running and playing. Constantly. I was one of the most active children alive. I was always trying to organize sporting events with all the neighborhood kids. Football, baseball, bike racing, hide and seek. I have many fond childhood memories and some not so fond.
 
Lots of memories but the ones that stood out the most was of my father and I going to the park to fly a kite. lol

It was one that he made for me, A beauitiful one, Pentagon shaped, Flew VERY high. We had so much string and it used it all up. We would go for hours at a time on a beautiful day, Fly the kite, have some ice cream and just come home.

I can`t wait to do that stuff with my little girl.
 
gonelifting said:
Lots of memories but the ones that stood out the most was of my father and I going to the park to fly a kite. lol

It was one that he made for me, A beauitiful one, Pentagon shaped, Flew VERY high. We had so much string and it used it all up. We would go for hours at a time on a beautiful day, Fly the kite, have some ice cream and just come home.

I can`t wait to do that stuff with my little girl.
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We use to have kite fights when I was a kid. I had a red and white one (can't remember the name). I would tape a needle to the end of it so I could rip the other kites. I was competitive like that.
 
Using puppies and kitties for target practice with the bee-bee gun. Not something I would do now because of new laws and stuff plus the stuff having to do with karma and not wanting red ones.

All is in the past and all is forgotten all that matters now is gambling is bond
 
I remember a portguese girl named Eliyana when I was 6 years old and she was so beautiful like a princess and I wanted to marry her.
 
I remember staying out when it got dark at night;
and playing hide & go seek.

Not worrying about if the streets were safe enough!
 
My grandfather was a barber and had an old barbershop in "downtown" area of town. (Small row of old buildings, like any small town). All the men would gather there to hang out and talk. (Like the Andy Griffith show. LOL)

I remember just sitting on this old shoe shine stand and listening to all the old men talking and bullshitting. My grandfather standing behind them cutting hair and holding court. LOL.

Alot of wisdom in that place.

I learned alot about life in general just sitting on that shoe shine stand and listening.
 
Zebo...My uncle had an old country store like that, in the summer, the old men would pitch horse shoes, in the winter, checkers was the new game in town...My God I used to laugh at how they ragged on each other everyday...Good times, no old country stores or small town barber shops like there used to be....


Ranger
 
I'll keep with your Easter theme, Ms. Vel.

I can recall my mom dressing me up in white leggins for Easter Mass. I can recall her trying to cram my fingers into those silly gloves as well! I STILL have the white patent leather shoes, purse, pink dress and white straw bonnet with pink flowers glued on it too!

I thought I was a princess! I slept in that outfit all night cuz I did not want to take it off! Good ole mom and dad allowed me to do so!

If I recall, I was 5 at the time!

I have many fond memories from my childhood.
 
LOL, I remember the bicentennial.....all the clothes were red, white and blue. Pics of my family then were hilarious!

oooo Vix said white leggings......
 
The Ranger said:
Patent leather and polyester...Those were the days eh Vix-Baby....I remember them as well...


Ranger
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I've matured,Ranger....The polyester is out!... But....The patent leather is now in the form of thigh high come fuck me boots!:D :angel:
 
Dear God...The image alone shall send shivers to nether regions for quite some time baby-doll...Many thanks for sharing....

How about a nice, slow, foot massgae with scented oil....Heh heh heh


Ranger
 
I remember endless days on the beach with my brothers, finding sand dollars, throwing sea cucumbers at each other, putting stickers on the backs of hermit crabs, hoping to find them again the next day..

And freezing cold nights in the mountains, sleeping on really narrow, high beds. Hearing the buffalo come to scratch their backs on the corner of your cabin.. and all 3 of us ending up in one narrow bed every morning. :)
 
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Summers at my grandparents place in Tennessee. Out and about all day long just walking in the mountains.
 
My first memory was when my sister was born, I was only 2 years old.

At the time, I liked to play with construction stuff like plyers, screwdrivers, hammers, etc and I decided that she would like to play with them too. I gathered all my stuff and took them to the hospital with me. These were real stuff btw, not toys lol.

-sk
 
I can remember learning to walk, and remember when I suddenly became to tall to walk under the dining room table without bumping my head.

I can also remember the first night when I was given a bed to sleep in instead of a crib.

First christmas I can remember was when I was one-and-a-half years old.

I have a lot of memories from very early childhood.
 
Mr. dB said:
I can also remember the first night when I was given a bed to sleep in instead of a crib.
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LOL


I remember climbing up and over the sides of my crib to sneak into my father's den on my hands and knees and curl up on the floor against the side of the sofa to watch tv thinking my father couldn't see me.

Funny thing is I usually fell right back sleep the second I laid down.
 
Ok, how do you people remember when you were a baby? :confused:

My earliest memories were when I was four or so. We had this big collie who used to pull on the back of my pants to keep me from going toward the road. :chomp:
 
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