When my dad dressed up like Santa Claus, but rather than coming in a sleigh, he pulled up in his own car. Then told me that my dad let him borrow his car. Then I cried because my dad wasn’t home. That’s the day I found out Santa wasn’t real. I was 8
That sounds more like a traumatic childhood memory!
I have WAY too many! But I had a pretty good childhood so I can’t complain.
I had a childhood in which I was fortunately able to live the carefree life of a child, unburdened by cares or responsibility. Not to say that there weren’t some rough spots, and that I didn’t have chores and the like, but on the whole I was able to be just a kid.
One of my most favorite memories is when my mother would bring in toast and chocolate milk for us to enjoy while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.
I feel that way too. Lots of good memories as a kid.
Good question. I would have to say mowing hay. I could sing at the top of my lungs and no one but God could hear. To this day when I am driving past a freshly-mown hayfield, it takes me back to my teenage years…. Ah…nostalgia….
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When my dad dressed up like Santa Claus, but rather than coming in a sleigh, he pulled up in his own car. Then told me that my dad let him borrow his car. Then I cried because my dad wasn’t home.
That’s the day I found out Santa wasn’t real. I was 8
@aterciopelada -
That sounds more like a traumatic childhood memory!
I have WAY too many! But I had a pretty good childhood so I can’t complain.
I had a childhood in which I was fortunately able to live the carefree life of a child, unburdened by cares or responsibility. Not to say that there weren’t some rough spots, and that I didn’t have chores and the like, but on the whole I was able to be just a kid.
One of my most favorite memories is when my mother would bring in toast and chocolate milk for us to enjoy while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.
@bonzojferardi -
Wow, that sounds awfully cool. Just hearing that lets me enjoy that feeling. Thanks.
@XxMaMa_got_BuDunKaDunKxX -
I feel that way too. Lots of good memories as a kid.
Good question. I would have to say mowing hay. I could sing at the top of my lungs and no one but God could hear. To this day when I am driving past a freshly-mown hayfield, it takes me back to my teenage years…. Ah…nostalgia….