I am glad this board is really going well... I am the one who created this and it is so nice to know that more people are visiting this site!!

My grandpa died from cancer when I was 3. I think. My parents never actually told me or talk about him much. One of my assumingly earliest childhood memories, and the only one of my grandpa, was at this old rental home. I was coming around out of the kitchen and he jumped out from behind the counter on his hands and knees and said boo and I fell over and I could remember him laughing and smiling. It still makes me tear up to think about it but I love that memory.

I only remember parts of my childhood. But, sometimes, things like a smell will remind me of the parts I lost or chose not to remember.

I think my childhood was cut short, but that is just personal opinion.
-Sunset

My childhood was not a pleasant one. I choose not to remember it, even though most of the time, I actually do end up remembering it. However, in the 16 years of life that I am, I'm not proud of. Therefore, I choose to put it in the back of my mind.

The only thing I can remember of my childhood is a locked door. I am behind it sitting in a dark room and my parents screaming at me constantly. Maybe I just don't want to remember it.

My childhood days....the best days of my life... the days where i didnt care about whether i was fat or thin, ugly or beautiful.. the days that i didnt cry over guys. today, my days are filled with depression, tears and suicidal thoughts. If only i was a child again, without responsibity or a worry in the world. i miss the way i was.. happy

I remember always being happy, never depressed or confused about who I am or about the world in general.
Some of my memories were jut playing with my barbies and my dolls and spending full mornings watching tv.

I remember there were a lot of grasshoppers before in our neighborhood and my sister and some kids played with them and we would catch them in our hands. I also remember riding on horseback while we were invited by a friend of my dad's. It was an awesome experience.

hmmm.. I also sat on the back of a brown cow when I was about 5 years old in my grandma's farm... lol

I remember being happy, having a normal life. Nothing was flawed. No one worried me with the problems that were going on, right infront of my eyes. I remember spending nights at my grandfather and grandmothers house, my Dad bringing home presents from long trips. My Mom and I watching Jerry Springer when I came home from an operation. Fixing my mothers hair, doing her nails and make up. Taking nice family trips.

Also:

Being totally oblivious to the arguments that my parents had, my father and mothers drinking problem. And their smoking. That my grandmother had breast cancer, and that my grandfather abused her. Not noticing my mother was dying and that my life was going to fall apart.
-Sunset

My most cherished childhood memory is what I have been calling The Last Christmas. The Christmas itself wasn't all that terribly special, except that the following year my mother wasn't there, having been struck down by her own addictions and the fatality that it brought her. My mother was the world to me, of course this was my 5 year old point of view, but that Christmas was just very enjoyable too me, and no other holiday or family gathering has ever come close to the utter joy and elation I felt then. Being a child certainly has its benefits, I was lucky enough at that young of an age to be able to fully appreciate and really enjoy the last times with my mom, because I was unable to grasp that she could somehow be gone..

I remember eating animal crackers. The joys of biting the heads off little flour elephants..X)
Oh wait, i still do that.

I remember the carefree days when the only things i worried about were safeguarding my toys, avoiding vegetables, and postponing sleep time.

Now, sleep is what i look forward to..I miss that childhood regular of 11/24 hrs a day.

I guess the memory i cherish most from childhood are i the nature walks i took with mom. Every flower, leaf, and pebble was a treasure..

My my, how things have changed.

Umm...
I remember getting told to wear more pink by my mom, told to go to church and read the bible by my dad, told to be my sister's built in servant and...reading animal books.

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Oooh yeah. That is so hot.

THAT is so immature... We were kids.... DUH.

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Plus, I could still remember me and my sis soaping each other in the bathroom

Oooh yeah. That is so hot.

I still remember I used to have a racoon and panda stuffed toys.. Plus, I could still remember me and my sis soaping each other in the bathroom when I was about 4 years old.

hi celtic..... thanks so much for the reply...
Know what??? I dont mind being banned. What irked me most is that, someone deliberately hacked into the computer i was using last night and i am really annoyed now. Oh well, if things will keep on going like this, i know someone who was a moderator in YN before....

and yes, i love swings too. My friends and i used to play a lot in the swings but as the years went by, the owners of the compound where we live in took it and made lots of more buildings in the place.

My swing. 'Nuff said.

We can't post our pics anymore.

In any case, my best childhood memories involve the swing in my grandmother's yard. A lot of my novel's stories and characters were created as I daydreamed and swinged for hours. I still do it, but you know, puberty hit, I'm Puerto Rican, and my butt is a bit too big for being on the swing for as long.