My Favorite Childhood Memory is.....

Going to grandmas to spend the weekend and we alway

went to the pancake place for breakfast. Its not here anymore.

Playing red light, green light, kick the can,

Simon says, and Hide and seek

Watching my grandfather build me a play house out

of wood he didnt need for garage doors.

Playing house and dressing my cat up like a baby

Tippy my cat didnt care

Playing with my easy bake oven. Inwas enchanted by the tiny cookie, brownies and pretzels it produced all by the heat of a light bulb!

Caryn

I use to love eating the Everything but the Kitchen sink soup.

(Leftovers) And  would use dish soap for bubble baths

Riding my Road Runner bike with the purple sparkly seat, riding with no helmet with hair whipping in the wind, sitting on the beach at Cape Cod, with the sound of the ocean and the wind again beating in my hair, the sun in my face, my mother kissing me good-night.  The fun with all my siblings, my racoon..the sound of wind rattling my window during a blizzard...ice skating on the rink my father built every year...back when there was a winter (lol)....very happy memories, very happy childhood....but saying it doesn't take away my worry, it just makes me sad to think about these care-free days....and I feel bad for the children on here who have lost their mothers....and how this will be part of their childhood memories....and this is devastating to think about....

Watching the fireflies at night

Dot to dot coloring books and find it in the picture puzzle book

My special Easter hat, I was so happy cause we were

poor, but I still got a hat.

Blessings2011, I can see you in your red shoes in bed,

Mine were black and white and I dont know were they

came from. But I know we ate alot of peanut butter and

jelly sandwichs for lunch and I still like them without the jelly

Making snowflake with paper and scissors,

Paper dolls in Mcall Magazines

going to the library with my grandmother.  She walked and I roller-skated on the way down.  Walked back, because it was uphill and I couldn't skate up. 

oh man...  My sister and I used to fill up our wagon (a radio flyer) with old pop bottles and drag it up to the store.  We'd buy ice cream with the money. 

After she got older and hauling used pop bottles was beneath her - I used to find the "love letters" her boyfriend(s) would write her. (she was 5 years older than me, and so full of herself...  )  I'd read them and laugh myself silly.  She'd sit on me and pull my hair, but it was worth it to drive her crazy!!! 

I loved going to the ocean and digging razor clams.  I'd dig with my hands and my dad would always yell at me that I was going to cut my fingers on the clam shells, but I never did.