Your nicest childhood memories

The extreme, overwhelming excitement of Christmas! When we would go to my Grandma and Grandpa's house and get tons of presents from them and my aunts and uncles. My Grandpa would carry me down the porch steps at the end of the night, when I was half asleep, and he'd say "I'm still gonna be carrying you when you're in college, aren't I"?!? (He would die a few years later). Then we would come home so late at night, tired out of our minds, but I would be anticipating the morning and dreaming of Santa. And then the goosebumps that I felt as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, running downstairs, seeing the mound of brightly wrapped gifts under the tree, and then running to mom and dad's room to inform them that it was time to get up. Can anything in adulthood top the excitement of Christmas morning when you still believed in Santa?
 

Damaged

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I have really good memories of summer, because my mum is a teacher so she used to get the six weeks off when me and my sister did.
So there were loads of days out to theme parks and zoos etc which i love doing the most i love trips/days out to places.
I also love boxing day, we used to go around my grandads every year but now so many break ups have happened in our family we never do it anymore :(
 
honestly,nothing!
my childhood sucked

Everything? Not one exists?

I always say 'I was never born. I just appeared.'

We know that's not true.

Minnesota, Ottertail. Farm. Corn field. Not my farm. Ran through it. Everything stretching above head. Stopped somewhere in middle, I think. Sun blocked by shadows.

Many memories In Ottertail. Wide open nothing.
 

AGR

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1 month I spend in northeast of Brazil,going to the beach,secluded rivers,walking around dunes,sleeping under trees....
 

PerseverareJasmine

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Going to amusement parks and visiting the zoo back when my family and I lived in Heidelberg, Germany was always nice. My parents were still together and it was just an overall happier time.
 

FountainandFairfax

in a VAN down by the RIVER
Going to see my cousins in Virginia.

One of my cousins is only six days older than me, so growing up together was awesome. We got to compare notes on our experiences and learned a lot from each other. He was less shy than me, so he got more practice out of our sessions, but I at least got to know what it's like to not be so damn shy, and from someone who acted and thought a lot like me otherwise.

Ahh... good, good, memories.
 
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