childhood memories. whats yours.

[stillrezin]

i remember when I was a kid and running around the pow-wow's and getting into trouble with my younger brothers. But when my dad's drum group would sing we used to run over and watch him and his boys sing. used to have to fight the crowds tho. but the thought of my brothers and me running over to the drum makes me smile.
so tell me your fav childhood memory or funny moment or just any kind of memory.

thanks.

[Blackbear]

I remember when i was 3 and playing around in the window of our home in Chardon OHio and falling out it from the second floor. Then I remember seeing my mom and dad run out and part of the drive to the hospital and them putting me out so they could set my broken wrist and cast it, and then sneaking out of my bed at night to wander the hospital halls, and not getting too far LOL.

Actually I remember a whole lot more than that. I"ve got great long term memory .

[wyo_rose]

I remember when I was three and I was in a car wreck with my mom in Anchorage. We were downtown and got hit from behind. I was standing between the front seats of our VW van and got thrown into the dashboard.

The cars were left right there in the street and some nice ladies took us into a fancy hotel lobby right there and gave me tissue for my bloody nose.

[little bird]

I remember running from my mom when she was going to hit me again, and jump into the pool 'cause I knew she couldn't swim.

[stillrezin]

hey ladies thanks for the replies.
I got another one.
when my brothers and i was in our early teens. we gathered up all our change and decided to go buy some copenhagen snuff. we thought that it would make us cool and macho. anyway we got the money and went up town and stood around the store and finally got someone to buy the snuff for us. after we got the goods we went home and each too a pinch and started acting all cool and stuff. after awhile we all got sick and started hollering for "RALPH" and we was in bed trying to keep everything from spinning. our mother sensed we was up to no good but i think we got what we deserved. makes me laugh and we still talk about that today.

And a message for you young ones. stay away from copenhagen. bad for you . believe me.

[RedShield]

One of my funniest memories when I was a kid was the one night my cousin decided to stay over at the house. We got up the next morning and decided to go riding bikes through my hometown.

I jumped on my old Huffy Bandit, and my cousin jumped on my mom's bike (an old women's bike with bad brakes) we ripped up the street and came flying back home, my brakes worked... my cousins however.... let's just say didn't!

He hit the front porch of my house and went flying forward racking himself on the frame of the bike. My mom came out to my cousin jumping up and down, holding himself, yowling at the top of his lungs, repeating over and over... "Ohh my Peter, Oh my Peter..." It was truly the funniest thing I can remember, my mom trying to get my cousin to calm down and shut up and him doing his own private crow hop in the front yard... LOL

Paselo

[stillrezin]

One of my funniest memories when I was a kid was the one night my cousin decided to stay over at the house. We got up the next morning and decided to go riding bikes through my hometown.

I jumped on my old Huffy Bandit, and my cousin jumped on my mom's bike (an old women's bike with bad brakes) we ripped up the street and came flying back home, my brakes worked... my cousins however.... let's just say didn't!

He hit the front porch of my house and went flying forward racking himself on the frame of the bike. My mom came out to my cousin jumping up and down, holding himself, yowling at the top of his lungs, repeating over and over... "Ohh my Peter, Oh my Peter..." It was truly the funniest thing I can remember, my mom trying to get my cousin to calm down and shut up and him doing his own private crow hop in the front yard... LOL

Paselo

now thats funny.

[between2worlds]

One of my earliest memories was when I was about 3 or so.

We were living at my Dad's parents small house way out in the country. Grampa came home with the HUGEST bucket (it was probably a 5 gallon pail, but to a 3 year old it was monstrous). I was being bored watching my Momma and Gramma working in the garden so I tailed along to see what he was going to do. Gramps was always doing something interesting!

"What's in the bucket Gramps?" "Honey with the honey comb in it." Then he asked me, "Do you want some real candy? This here is much better than the store bought kind." You bet I did, if Gramps said it was better it just had to be!

I watched excitedly while he got out Gramma's good green-glazed frybread mixing bowl. He took his knife, cut off a piece of that comb 4 times the size of my hands and fished it out of the bucket into the bowl (drizzling the first of much honey onto the kitchen floor).

Gramps speared himself a piece and we settled in to enjoy. I remember sitting on the floor with that bowl making a complete sticky mess outta myself, the bowl and the kitchen floor.... that is until Gramma and Momma came in from the garden! Gramma chased Grampa out the house with her broom - him laughing so hard he could hardly get away from a lucky shot or two from the broom end and her spluttering like a wet hen. I didn't escape all that easily either - it was under the pump for me and even in the summer that well water was cold!!!

~b2w

[RedShield]

My grandpa used to raise geese, he told this same cousin of mine, if you follow that goose around he'll lay you a golden egg... my cousin being the gullible type followed that goose around for about an hour... it'd crap in his hand and he'd just shake it off and go right back to following that goose around... My grandpa and I thought it was hillarious, my Aunt however didn't find the humor in it.... LOL

Needless to say, my cousin was never destined to be the rocket scientist in the family... LOL

[apacheheart]

I remember once as a pre-teen,I went to AZ. to visit my auntie.I had younger cousins who were always getting into trouble,and I was usually the one that had to wrangle them.This was my first time coming "home",and had had no previous experience with the local fauna,so imagine my surprise when I went into my cousin's pockets during his bath and came out with a baby rattler!!Who knows how long this kid was walkin' around with this thing in his pocket!!I flung it away and it landed in the tub....with my cuzz!!He flew about 10 feet up in the air trying to get away from it.I was yelling my [email protected]# off,and the snake was swimmin' around the tub,freaked out as well!!He ran out into the living room naked and wet,yelling"snake!!,snake!!",and I managed to fish it out of the tub using a toilet brush,and took it outside.Needless to say we still laugh about that one,even now that we all have our own kids,and to this day I am extremely careful when checking my kids pockets for junk!!.....keep smilin'1

[ok24stacey]

When I was young I got to go spend time with my Great-Grandma on occasion. She was a little bitty Apache woman that told me all the old stories and talk about the "white lady" my Grandpa married (my Grandmother and her whole family were horrible to her.) LOL About half way thru her stories she would bend over and pull a little tin container from under her raggedy old chair. She was very old, mind you but she could still "roll her own cigarette" if you know what I mean. Once when I was with my Mother at her friends house, her friend plucked a cigarette out of her case and lit it up in front of me. I was just kind of staring at her funny and asked where she got a cigarette that was already put together. My Mom asked me what I meant and I said that Grandmother Allie has to roll her own cigarettes up.

That's one of my favorites to tell about her.

[between2worlds]

Who caught who?

LOL Redshield!

I had my own run-in with a goose. We moved away from Gramma's and Grampa's house and moved into the city (which has a whole raft of humorous stories attached since I'd never been anywhere there were more than three or four houses in one place before - but those are stories for another time).

We went back for a visit one fall when I was about 14 and my cousin and I went out roaming the countryside doing the kind of stuff kids do when they are told to get out from under foot. There was a cornfield down by the river, and we ended up there - peering out of the woods into the stubble, watching a flock of Canadian geese feeding.

"Bet you can't catch one of them" my cousin said ... "can too" says I "double dare ya" .... never one to walk away from a double dare, the bet was on and we agreed to meet up at the cornfield before sunup the next morning.

I snuck out of the house in the frosty morning gray, carrying my shoes and being careful to avoid the squeaky board on the front porch. When I got to the appointed place, my cousin (and his older brothers, who just had to watch -this-) were already there.

I went out into the field, picked a likely place between the rows of stubble, laid down on my stomach and covered myself up with dry cornstalks leaving my arms just a little stretched out to the sides. When I was pretty well camoflaged, I settled down to wait.

Just as the sun topped the horizon, I heard the geese honking as they circled the field. They landed and started gleaning the cornrows just like they had the afternoon before.... and I held my breath as still as I could as I heard their steps crunching closer and closer to me.

Finally I could see a goose leg, almost even with where my hand was and I reached out quick and snagged that leg.

Man! That goose flew up in the air, pulling me along behind him like a rag doll and then he made a u turn and came straight back down (me still holding his leg like a looby) and just started beating the holy **** out of me. He flogged me with his head, whipping that neck and bonking me hard, his wings were doing another tattoo on my neck and shoulders, and the claws on his one free foot made a big tear in my jacket. Then he bit my nose which got me thinking that maybe letting go was a good idea!

Even after I let go, he chased me all the way to the edge of the woods where my cousins were laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground. I sure was a sight to see, that's for sure - lump on my head, bloody nose, corn shucks in my hair, jacket stuffing sticking out of the tear in my jacket.

The family story is recorded as "The Time a Goose Caught Patrick", but I had a hold of him first and to my way of thinking I won the dare cos I -did- catch that goose - I just had a little trouble turning him loose, that's all.

~b2w

[Annie Fawn]

Like Blackbear, I can remember most of my childhood easily. I think my favorite memories are of going to my grandparents farm in the Alabama mountiains at Christmas, they had this real long driveway up the mountain to the house and a HUGE picture window, so I remember seeing that BIG Christmas tree, all lit up in the picture window from the road and excitement of knowing as soon as we got to the house there was going to be food, music, cousins, animals and presents!(my mothers dad was a muscian and there were always friends of his there on the holidays.) I think I cried as hard as my grandparents did when my mother, her sister and brothers insisted they sale the farm and move to the city closer to hospitals when they were in their late 70s. To a child that place was a slice of heaven on earth, run to play, cats, dog, horses, cows, rabbits ect.. barns to explore, a creek to wade, fish or swim in, and granny was a blue ribbon cook who always made our favorites when we came to visit.

[ok24stacey]

Like Blackbear, I can remember most of my childhood easily. I think my favorite memories are of going to my grandparents farm in the Alabama mountiains at Christmas, they had this real long driveway up the mountain to the house and a HUGE picture window, so I remember seeing that BIG Christmas tree, all lit up in the picture window from the road and excitement of knowing as soon as we got to the house there was going to be food, music, cousins, animals and presents!(my mothers dad was a muscian and there were always friends of his there on the holidays.) I think I cried as hard as my grandparents did when my mother, her sister and brothers insisted they sale the farm and move to the city closer to hospitals when they were in their late 70s. To a child that place was a slice of heaven on earth, run to play, cats, dog, horses, cows, rabbits ect.. barns to explore, a creek to wade, fish or swim in, and granny was a blue ribbon cook who always made our favorites when we came to visit.

My Grandparents farm was the best place in the world. If I'd get mad at my Mom I'd start plotting how I'd run away to live there. LOL They had a place outside of Canton, Oklahoma. It was paradise. I am so glad you all posted about your own memories, it's really made me think about my own best memories.

Did you all leave the house early in the morning and get as dirty as possible and make it back just before dinner? We could wonder for acres and acres with no supervision but the Border Collie and not have anything to fear but a little Poison Ivy. <sigh>

[RedShield]

LOL Redshield!

I had my own run-in with a goose. We moved away from Gramma's and Grampa's house and moved into the city (which has a whole raft of humorous stories attached since I'd never been anywhere there were more than three or four houses in one place before - but those are stories for another time).

We went back for a visit one fall when I was about 14 and my cousin and I went out roaming the countryside doing the kind of stuff kids do when they are told to get out from under foot. There was a cornfield down by the river, and we ended up there - peering out of the woods into the stubble, watching a flock of Canadian geese feeding.

"Bet you can't catch one of them" my cousin said ... "can too" says I "double dare ya" .... never one to walk away from a double dare, the bet was on and we agreed to meet up at the cornfield before sunup the next morning.

I snuck out of the house in the frosty morning gray, carrying my shoes and being careful to avoid the squeaky board on the front porch. When I got to the appointed place, my cousin (and his older brothers, who just had to watch -this-) were already there.

I went out into the field, picked a likely place between the rows of stubble, laid down on my stomach and covered myself up with dry cornstalks leaving my arms just a little stretched out to the sides. When I was pretty well camoflaged, I settled down to wait.

Just as the sun topped the horizon, I heard the geese honking as they circled the field. They landed and started gleaning the cornrows just like they had the afternoon before.... and I held my breath as still as I could as I heard their steps crunching closer and closer to me.

Finally I could see a goose leg, almost even with where my hand was and I reached out quick and snagged that leg.

Man! That goose flew up in the air, pulling me along behind him like a rag doll and then he made a u turn and came straight back down (me still holding his leg like a looby) and just started beating the holy **** out of me. He flogged me with his head, whipping that neck and bonking me hard, his wings were doing another tattoo on my neck and shoulders, and the claws on his one free foot made a big tear in my jacket. Then he bit my nose which got me thinking that maybe letting go was a good idea!

Even after I let go, he chased me all the way to the edge of the woods where my cousins were laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground. I sure was a sight to see, that's for sure - lump on my head, bloody nose, corn shucks in my hair, jacket stuffing sticking out of the tear in my jacket.

The family story is recorded as "The Time a Goose Caught Patrick", but I had a hold of him first and to my way of thinking I won the dare cos I -did- catch that goose - I just had a little trouble turning him loose, that's all.

~b2w

Them geese are mean critters man... just glad my grandpa told my cousin to go out and do that and not me... I woulda probably been dumb enough to fall for it too... LOL