Your favorite spot as a child Mine was Granmama's kitchen  

My favorite place to be was the river fishing with my grandpa and little brother. Whenever I go home I go to the river and remember my grandpa.

Mine to was the kitchen,there was always some thing going on in that one room just about all day.I remember the smell of home made pound cakes and i still remember it,i would always get the the first piece and it was still would be warm,and it was so good.Thank you for that post it brought back some very wonderful memories for me.

what a wonderful little story,

One of my favourite spots as a child was the big cement slabs of a school. It was across the street from my friends house and we would sit there with her cousin and play games, the alphabet game, one of us would start, my name is anna and I come from alaska with a basket of apples,

the next person

my name is barbara and I come from barbados with a basket of bananas,

the person who couldn't think of anything was out of the game and we would do that until there was a winner.

My granny on my mums side had 10 of a family , we used to all go to her house on a Sunday night all the adults and us kids , thy adults all played cards and the kids used to play games , we used to go home early hours in the morning , we used to play on till we fell asleep on the carpet in front of he fire , My dad was a coal miner and we used to get the miners bus back home in the early hours , I still think fondly of those times too , and my granny always wore her apron with the flowers on it and a big bow tied at the back xx

This is so descriptive and evocative it brought a tear to my eye again! When I was little my favourite place was wherever my pop was! I was always with him and loved being with him! I think the thing I liked doing best with him was when we would go for a walk to a little country pub, it was about 6 or 7 miles from home I would walk all the way there with him we;d sit outside for a while, he'd have a pint of beer and I'd jave a juice and packet of crisps and get to see the farm animals and pet the little ones and then we'd walk all the way back, I was only about 5 or 6! In the winter we would often go for a drive to another country pub about 10 -12 miles away that a guy called Andy Robins owned where he had Hercules the Bear - there would be a log fire lit and Hercules would come in and have a pint of beer and he was lovely! That sounds as though my pop was a dipsomaniac but he wasn't he'd only have one beer honest!

We moved around so often, I never got a special place. I also grew up without grandparents or aunts/uncles or cousins. So, memory lane would have to have me with my dad. He took me fishing when I was young, and when I was a teen, we worked together in the yard. He died then very young, so I have to hang onto those memeories.

Well my Grandmas kitchen was my favourite to, it was only small but she used to bake a lot and I used to love standing in her Kitchen and watch her and take in the lovely smell of her cakes and biscuits.