My Favorite Childhood Memory is.....

foots, I also remember looking for "chalk-rocks" but I lived in NY so we calledit Potsy not Hopscotch.

Leah

How about red rover red rover.

and London bridges falling down

Seeing the light bugs at night and trying to

catch them when I was 4, never did to well.

Seeing Santa Claus on a train, I was 5 and was scared

at first. then Santa got me laughing.

How about playing with those little ovens when

they first came out. I still have my first Bisquick

cookbook. Messy but still love it.

Every fall when my mother would make apple pie. We would all sit around on the living room floor covered in newspapers. My parents would peel the apples and my sisters and I would cut them up and sugar them.

Oh, so many...

I grew up out in the country and we ran wild unsupervised all day. We had to stay within the sound of the car horn, which meant dinner would be ready by the time we ran home.

Loved 4th of July. We'd go to my Uncle Bill's house after the parade and have real homemade lemonade in a 5 gallon crock, all the hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, etc. And when it got dark, we'd drag out the 'illegal' fireworks and have a ball. My uncle would always have these pinwheel things that you nailed to a board, and then when you lit it, it would spin around with a shower of sparks. And all the sparklers we could want.

Loved Halloween. We'd always have a fall wiener roast and roast marshmallows, too. I love the smell of wood smoke to this day. We'd have hay rides, and make great homemade costumes. I was a purple robot one year (spray-painted cardboard boxes with flexible corrugated plastic tubing on my arms), yelling "Danger, danger, Will Robinson!" LOL. And we soaped windows and corned cars.

Love meteor showers. We'd go way out away from any lights and lay on top of the car and just watch the Milky Way and the occasional meteor. It was so neat and peaceful.

Loved Christmas. Loved cutting down a tree and the smell of pine in the house. We'd go to Grandma's on Christmas Eve and her tree would always have bubble lights on it. If they didn't bubble, you'd tap them and they'd start again. One year, "Santa" came in with presents. We were old enough to know there wasn't a Santa Claus, so we went through all the adults to see who was missing. We'd thought we'd figured out it was my Uncle Virgil, but then he walked back in from the bathroom. We were gob-smacked - who was it? Years later, Dad confessed they'd gotten a neighbor to come over, and then later someone returned the favor at his house.

Wow, what a great thread! I had a wonderful childhood.

 Making doll clothes out of old dress we had grown out of.

My mom  got me those black and white shoes

they where very nice cause we couldnt effort them

except if we bought them on base. My classmate

got mud on them the first day I wore them.

I might try that this month instead of cake.

I remember finding bottle caps and glue them

together and paint them  for the Christmas tree

(didnt cost alot)

What about taking green craft paper and

cutting it thin to put in the Easter baskets.

Riding through the forest on our ponies, with my sister.

Waiting for the first day the Popsicle man came

Making sand castles at the beach and not worrying

about oil spill or pollutants in the water.