Innocent Childhood Memories

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This is a simple thread really; in retrospect, what were some of your fondest childhood memories? They can be simple, complex, somewhere in-between, or you can poke fun at yourself. Whatever the case may be you can post it here.

With that said I should start off: Whilst flouring my chicken, some of the flour had accumulated on to the tips of my fingers and I had to peel it off, which reminded me of Elmer's Glue; being in Kindergarten or just in general when doing crafts of any kind, remembering the joy of peeling the glue off of your fingers as if it were a second skin. That was one of, if not the the best part about arts and crafts. At least to me it was. :lol:

What are some of your memories? I'll share more as they come to me.
 
i was playing around in my dads car while he was driving, i was 8 or 9 years old.
And as i played i saw some delicious golden paste on the rails of the front seat.
I was thinking : mmmhh, hoooney.
Put my finger in it and put the finger full of it in the mouth.
Well it was really disgusting, to say at least, but i didn't puke, i think.

I still like honey thou
 
When I was 3 and drew all over my brother with pen. I was quite weird as a baby. Took my parents hours to wash him off,I think I was laughing too.
 
did you go black and white, or did you cover all up
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Putting my 3 year old sister in a laundry basket and then pushing her down the stairs (roughly 15-17 steps, as it was a big old house) and watching her tumble all the way down and seeing her slam into the big wooden stereo at the bottom of the stairs.

I laughed, then ran for my life when my sister started crying and my mom screamed my name.
 
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Putting my 3 year old sister in a laundry basket and then pushing her down the stairs (roughly 15-17 steps, as it was a big old house) and watching her tumble all the way down and seeing her slam into the big wooden stereo at the bottom of the stairs.

I laughed, then ran for my life when my sister started crying and my mom screamed my name.
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That made my day. :lol:
 
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Putting my 3 year old sister in a laundry basket and then pushing her down the stairs (roughly 15-17 steps, as it was a big old house) and watching her tumble all the way down and seeing her slam into the big wooden stereo at the bottom of the stairs.

I laughed, then ran for my life when my sister started crying and my mom screamed my name.
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I did this myself...good times :lol:

I found my dad's racing helmet (full face shield), and I wore that on my laundry basket adventure. I got to the bottom of the stairs, and the basket wedged into the carpet, and flung me into a big bookshelf. I was OK though, thanks to the racing helmet! :lol:
 
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I loled hard too. Had a similar experience.
3 brothers, old house = stairsledging

EDIT: seems to be very common

@daan, lol
 
This happened when I was about 7 years old. I had just finished watching a movie (In a theater) with my friend, and his mom was coming to pick us both up. On arrival, she told me she had to take my friend, and myself, to the orthodontist before I was dropped off at my house. However, I had never in my life heard the word "orthodontist". The very first thing I associated it with was religion. Then the next thing I thought was, "but wait, I'm Catholic, this can't work". "Oh crap, I bet there trying to convert me". My friends mom then told me I could play the X-Box in the waiting room while my friend had his "appointment". This then really confused me. "A church that lets you play video games inside?" Anyway, I had fun with that, and when my friend and his mom came back from the appointment, I asked if I could be orthodontist as well. My friend's mom said, "Well, if that's what you want to be when you grow up, but it takes a lot of work". My first thought was, "heck yeah, I mean what other churches let you play video games?" I think it took me another year to final figure out what an orthodontist was.
 
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When I used to go to my doctor, my mom would always say, 'Son, you have a doctors appointment today.' Then one week my Mom went to stay at my Aunt's house for a week. So my dad had to take me to the doctor. Except he didn't say what mom usually said, he said 'Hey kiddo! Your going to see the physician today!' I was so excited! I guess I got physician mixed up with musician somehow, I thought a physician was a musician's assistant. So on the 1 hour drive to the doctor, I kept wondering if he played guitar, drums or did vocals. I really wanted to meet this physician. When we parked and walked into the Doctor's office, I was confused. So I asked my dad, 'I thought we were going to see the physician...'. Dad replied saying that we were here. So I asked, 'Then where the f:censored: are the dang drums!!! Or the guitars or the microphones!'. I cried for 5 minutes. Then after my appointment, on the ride home my dad explained it all to me.
 
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I did this myself...good times :lol:

I found my dad's racing helmet (full face shield), and I wore that on my laundry basket adventure. I got to the bottom of the stairs, and the basket wedged into the carpet, and flung me into a big bookshelf. I was OK though, thanks to the racing helmet! :lol
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The basket pretty much hit the first step down and became a rolling mess of arms, legs and plastic as it tumbled down the stairs. Not exactly how I pictured it when I came up with the idea.

I think the real kicker was how I didn't even think about how my parents had one of these things sitting about 3 feet from the bottom of the stairs.

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The basket pretty much hit the first step down and became a rolling mess of arms, legs and plastic as it tumbled down the stairs. Not exactly how I pictured it when I came up with the idea.

I think the real kicker was how I didn't even think about how my parents had one of these things sitting about 3 feet from the bottom of the stairs.

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Most people tell me that's how their story ends, but I got lucky I guess. Somehow the basket stayed stable the entire way down, and only threw me out of it at the bottom of the stairs. I would have been seriously hurt had it not been for wearing a helmet that day :p

OH! Now I remember! Perhaps the difference in our experiences is because I used a big cardboard box instead of a laundry basket?
 
Me and my friend went off into the woods and started taking random materials to build forts. After a while my mom started calling for me but I suppose I don't hear well, and kept walking deeper into the woods, and it was also a path covered, just utterly thickened, with skunkweed.

That stench...oh my god.
 
I drew all over myself and the sofa with permanent marker.
Took a month to get it off my body it was funny showing everyone at swimming class at school. The sofa wasnt so lucky.
And I love spices so I once ate a mouthful of chicken seasoning and was sick through my nose so I had to smell sick for the rest of the day.
 
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I suppose I'm still in childhood.

When I was 9, me and my 2 friends went into the woods and decided to just explore. We eventually had no clue where we were and it turned out we were miles away from home. It was a great adventure, until my Mum called the cops and had them look for us. :grumpy:

Good times xD
 
:lol: daan beat me to it, but...

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Whilst flouring my chicken, some of the flour had accumulated on to the tips of my fingers and I had to peel it off
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Ah, we all remember the first time we "floured our chickens"...

When my parents moved house (when I was 10), they let me put my snooker table in the living room for a few days, mainly to keep me busy and out of the way. One day, playing alone in this new house, I strung together an impressive break, including a clearance of all the colours up to the last ball, the black. I had good position on it, and I calmly sunk the black for a triumphant finale. I celebrated by imitating Cliff Thorburn after his 147 break... I fell to my knees and raised by snooker cue over my head in delight. It was only after about 10 seconds of this ludicrous celebration that I could see my new next door neighbour (who was in her garden and hanging up some laundry) watching me and wondering what the hell I was doing.
 
I remember my grandmother trying to put me to sleep everyday when my mum was, except that she was the one who fell asleep each time:dunce:
 
Back then when my parents went to work and I was still in junior kindergarten, my sister and I were in the care of granny (mom's mom), until they came back from home to pick us up. There's only 2 toilets in the house; the bathroom upstairs, and sketchy one in the dimly-lit basement.
One time I really had to go pee, but (i think) granny was taking a shower upstairs, and the washroom downstairs was a creepy place I wanted to avoid. So I waited for a bit, and she was taking her time, so I went into the room beside the bathroom. The room's light wasn't on, and the daylight lit the room, but in one direction which meant long dark shadows could be cast on objects. Why that is significant is because there were 2 dresser sitting beside each other, but not right up against each other. This means there was a gap between the two, and because of the lighting, the gap was in complete darkness (remember what I said about the shadow lighting?). Couldn't hold it in any longer, I pee'd in that dark spot between the 2 dressers.

Coincidentally, that was my Granny's room! :lol: AND I NEVER GOT CAUGHT FOR IT! :lol::lol::lol:

Unforgettable. I've got more, but will share later.
 
Oh man, where do I start?

When I was in pre-school and kindergarten, I remember getting home from school at noon, eating lunch, then do a very short homework assignment, before going down to the local park to bike around for the rest of the afternoon. Often times, I would meet my friend at the park to bike, and the thing I would worry most about was whether I would have a friend with me or not. Sometimes, I really do long for those blissful carefree days of childhood. Since then, I've moved across the world, and in effect have changed my life dramatically. I still sometimes wonder where my friends went and what happened to them.
 
I used to get scared when my dad tried to land a plane on flight simulator.
 
I had a plastic push car, that you sit on and legs go either side. Has a steering wheel and a rear stand thingo that comes up like a roll bar. you can store stuff under your seat (folds up) and the rear roll bar thingo is perfect hieght to stand behind and push it. Anyway i used to push it with my legs and race around the house pushing it sideways as i go around the kitchen table on the lino floor with oppsite lock and all. I would also push down and lift it up to get over the joins from lino to carpet between rooms, if i misjudged the jump, the front would hit and i would stack it pretty hard. Epic fun. Laps and laps of the house would be spent "racing".

Because of my heart i didnt grow too fast as a kid and thus got a few solid years out of the old push car. Ever since anything with wheels I just had to drive and go fast on.
 
Ha. Awesome. Used to paint my hands in PVA just so I could peel off my second skin. Used to mix red or green paint into the glue to make it extra 'gruesome'.

I had a little yellow Noddy pedalcar that I loved and decided that it would be a good idea to take it down the big, steep hill by where I lived. On the way down the split pin holding the steering wheel to the steering rod shook itself free and fell out leaving me with no steering, no brakes (unless I wanted to stuff my bare feet into the lethal metal pedals rotating at about 600,000rpm) and a 90 degree bend to contend with in about 50 metres. Luckily my friend was following in close support on his BMX, so I jumped onto his stunt pegs and all was saved - but my beautiful car was ruined!

Also remember making dry grass 'nests' on the field in primary school... then stuffing half of it down the t-shirt of some poor, unsuspecting girl. Good times were had by most.
 
I was maybe 6 years old when my dad took me to visit the local travelling amusement fayer type thing. I was over the moon when my dad took me to let me try the mini quad bikes. At this point I'd never ridden on a motorized vehicle without supervision and was now allowed to ride this thing on my own! Cool!
The thing is, nobody told me how to control the stupid thing. 80cc engine with no power limiter and a skinny little kid (me) with a grin; I just pulled back on the throttle and went shooting off down the track. When I came to a corner, however, I didn't know that I should slow down, let alone use the brake.
I found myself waking up in a pile of boundary tyres with a group of concerned on-lookers trying to asses me for damage while my dad just doubled over in bulk at the 'funniness' of the situation.
I was OK after the initial confusion and after some instructions on how to ride safely, I was even allowed another go.
 
I recall from the age of 5 I was pretty much left to my own devices. I was taught to tell the time and would wear a wristwatch so I knew when to go home for lunch and tea. During the warmer months when I was aged 5, 6 and 7 before we moved house, I would spend time out and about on the streets near my home on my bike, with my friends etc. I also used to spend time on the massive field which was round the corner. Once I recall aged around 6 being on the field and watching with awe a young lad on his motorbike. Looking back, I reckon he was probably somewhere between 13 and 16 years old. He stopped next to me and my friend. I asked if he'd let me ride pillion which he duly did :odd: That was a fantastic thrill, but looking back incredibly dangerous and irresponsible - I had never met this person before, I wasn't wearing a crash helmet (although to be fair it was on the grass) and who knows what might've happened. To be quite honest, I always felt like my parents didn't really give a stuff about what I was getting up to anyway, out of sight - out of mind and all that?
 
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I recall from the age of 5 I was pretty much left to my own devices... During the warmer months when I was aged 5, 6 and 7... I would spend time out and about on the streets near my home on my bike, with my friends etc.

To be quite honest, I always felt like my parents didn't really give a stuff about what I was getting up to anyway, out of sight - out of mind and all that?
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Same here. Our parents weren't force fed all the paranoia the press drums up these days. I'm sure there were just as many dodgy characters around and probably a similar percentage of child abductions happening too. It just wasn't portrayed with the same rampant frenzy that it receives now. Rightly or wrongly.

Parents probably did give a stuff, but just trusted the lessons they taught their kids about watching the traffic and not talking to strangers etc.
 

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