What is your favourite childhood memory?

Grandma70s -That must have been wonderful.

Elusivebutterfly

Grandma70s -That must have been wonderful.

It was! I’ve still got the signed photo she sent me afterwards. That all happened over 70 years ago.

Being in a rowing boat on the river, smelling the mud and feeling the warm water flowing through my outstretched fingers when I put my hand over the side of the boat.
Also, aged about 4, rolling about in long unmown grass with my friends at the back of the church - looking up at the sky and feeling the warmth of the sun.
I think these memories of a childhood spent outside made me the outdoor person I am to this day.

What a wonderful experience, Grandma70s!

My favourite memory is walking in our village (on the original A24 in Surrey) with my beloved father who delighted in sharing his love of cars with me. Having had no sons, he was very happy to share my enthusiasm for learning all the makes and models. I even collected Matchbox toys which I still have!

Being treated to a day out by my unmarried aunt who always spoilt me.
On a sad not my father died when I was 12 and I do not have a single happy memory of being with him. I have plenty unhappy ones but that is another story.

My father died when I was 5 but I have some happy memories of him.
Helping him to polish the family shoes using elbow grease -a strange concept.

Watching him cook porridge with the bubbles plop plopping in the pan

And best of all standing on his shoulders as he walked about the room and being told how brave I was. There's a photo somewhere of me on the back of his bicycle too.
Precious memories.

Waking up on Christmas morning and feeling something heavy on the end of the bed .... realising that Father Christmas had been! Going, with my brother, into mum and dad's bed to open our presents I remember twin dolls one blond and on brunette .... mum had knitted them both a complete outfit each in pink and blue wool. Best present ever!!

My happy memories are of going to stay with a favourite aunt who lived at the seaside. She had a large English sheepdog named Snowy. The best part was that mother was 80 miles away and I wouldn't be seeing her for a week.

Christmas with the family, days spent with friends where we were out all day {the freedom!) and especially the first evening after we'd broken up for the summer holidays ... no school for 6 weeks! Precious memories.

Walking to the beach through farmland and over rocky styles and scrambling down the Cornish cliff. The honey smell of the gorse, the sound of a stream splashing onto the beach rocks, the deep rock pools and hours spent trying to catch the blennys. The surf that brought us whizzing onto the Sandy beach. The peace and tranquility of an empty secret beach.

My Gran, bathing me in front of her coal fire ( she did have an inside bathroom but it was freezing!)
Such a lot of lovely memories with our dear ones here, bet I'm not the only one shedding a tear. xxx

Walking along Sussex beaches, when the tide was out, holding hands with my maternal grandfather with him telling me all about sea cratures beneath the sand, hiding in rock crevices and those that lived in the water, I was about 4 or 5 and was fascinated by the sea, as was my grandfather, he was in the navy before and during the First World War My grandparents retired to the Sussex coast and I have many happy childhood memories when my brother and I stayed with them.

My other happy memory is my parents getting into The Beatles, they almost loved them as much as me, so it was a break from the interminable classical music and screeching opera that always seemed to be playing in the background, although I like some of that now, but not then I remember getting the first two Beatles albums one Christmas, ostensibly for me but for a kind of present to themselves as well!