What is your best childhood memory?
I have lots of good memories, but maybe the biggest one was the day my mother came home from the hospital with my baby brother. I was five, so I loved babies. She had been in the hospital a few days, so having her home and getting the new baby brother to boot made it a big day.
(Little did I know that two years later he'd begun a 14-year-run of teasing me non-stop - but that's a story for another day. 
)Sweet memory
there is not one, my whole childhood is a best memory. we were a happy, simple family living in the midwest,
sitting on the front porch petting my dog
catching fireflies and putting them in a jar with holes in the lid
family dinners together
dad teaching me how to mow the lawn
going back and forth to my friends house across the street
walking to the ballpark every summer night
perhaps you've given me an idea for a hub.
nice thread, btw.When I went for cinemas to watching movies bunking to my school. LOL
My fondest childhood memories are my dad taking me on walks, holding me upsidedown so I could "walk on the ceiling"
and taking me downtown to window shop. I learned more from my dad than I think anybody, ever! I was that strange child lol, who was politically aware, socially aware, and inquizative of how things worked, how the world worked and WHY! If dad didn't have the answer, he taught me how to seek it out. One of HIS quotes that will stay with me forever, when I would say "I think it's..." his response was "You cannot THINK, you've got to KNOW." In order to not have to hear that, I got KNOWING
Rest In Peace Dad- 11-14-09.
For the record, I did not just make these my fondest memories because I just lost my dad. I made them because he taught me the most out of life, sometimes with very few words. Yes, I was the only girl I know, who at age 9 knew how to do a full oil change, and help daddy with car work! I have a poem, called "The Gift" about dad's teaching me life, I'm now inspired to post it on a hub, and dedicate that hub to my dad. I hope some of you look for it to come!See my hub titled, "First Crush: Reba Ashkar: A Short Story."
I can't say it any better than thatLying under a large willow tree in the summer next to the river with my Grandma sitting next to me when I was 5 months old. Yup, best and first memory I have.
I would have to say mine was our tire swing we had, what we used to do is get on the house and wait for that tire to get there and once it started swinging down, we ran and caught it in the air. Stupid hey, that was a blast.
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