What Childhood Experience Is Forever Etched In Your Memory?

One thing I will never forget is unfortunately a negative memory. It was of my Mother, sister and I waiting excitedly at an airport to surprise my Father who was supposed to be coming back from a business trip. I was less than 10 years old at the time (and my sister is two years younger). We were very excited because it was past our bedtime and we were hiding behind a big pot plant all ready to surprise my Father when he walked off the plane. He of course didn't get off the plane and had never gone on a business trip in the first place! I won't go into any more detail but let's just say that he had spent the last week with someone he shouldn't have and my Mother immediately drove from the airport to this "someone's" house and found my Father there and then it became quite messy! I will never forget this unfortunately.

One childhood memory which I would never forget is when I went to my neighbour's place where they were building their new home. I and my friends were sitting on the bank of water tank and playing pass and pass then I suddenly slipped into that water tank which was deep enough for me to drown, then suddenly My mother jumped into that and rescued me. From that time I am afraid of deep water. This incident I will never forget.

The memory I remember most strongly is sort of traumatizing. My father, who I don't interact with much now I think because of this event, locked me in a room for four hours. Which you simply don't do to someone who can't move around, especially when they are four. My parents were divorced at the time and when my mother found out I thought she was going to kill him. True I wasn't listening to him but that's not the appropriate way to behave with a human being and I will never let him meet my kids, ever. I don't even think he'll know they exist.

There are a lot actually. But what really is still vivid in my memory was the time when the whole family was spending time to go out & stroll. Which we could hardly do nowadays.

I have so many memories that I couldn't begin to list them all. Most thankfully are good ones and thats the way I like it. I do have some negative ones, but I try not to dwell on those. I have happy memories of chasing the ice cream truck, of building a fort in the garden with my playmates, of sledding down the huge hill and having snow ball fights. I remember the playhouse and go-cart my Dad built for me. I remember lemonaid stands, kid's day parades, 4th of july fireworks, sleepovers, and my Mom teaching me to sew. I remember long summer days on the beach with my grandparents and girl scout campouts in the park. But, since it seems many here are thinking of negative things we remember I guess I'll come up with one. I remember when I was three and I got choked so badly on a lifesaver I almost stopped breathing. My parents couldn't get it out of my throat and finally Dad picked me up by my ankles, held me upside down and hit me hard on my back. The lifesaver flew across the room and out the window. LOL So while its a scary memory, its also a funny one. Hmmm, odd. I rarely eat lifesavers anymore.

I learned my real name when I was in the third grade, everyone calls me Margie, my third grade teacher told me that my name was Marjorie not Margie, I went home and told my mother that my name was Marjorie, and she said child you didn't know your name was Marjorie. So I didn't know my name until I was in the 3rd grade. I will never forget that.

i don't remember anything about me getting lost somewhere when i was a kid. anyway, good that you were found by your grandfather. that was surely a relief for you and your family. my childhood experience that i cannot forget was when my mom and i got hit by a vehicle. i don't remember much about the accident since i was only 7 by then and lost consciousness at once. i only woke up in the hospital with stitches on my forehead and my mom on my side who was so worried by that time. since then, i had been always scared to cross the streets even if i am already 29 years old now.

I have this experience in which was regretfully negative. I was in second grade in elementary. I asked my dad for one peso (Philippine money)because I have to buy an art paper for my art class. My mom was not around that time. To my surprise, my dad hit me and said, "You are always asking for money" That was my first time to ask money from him because my mom was not around. Well, my dad is a terrible dad. He is lazy and stupid at the same time. I went to my grandmother's house since then and I never went home until I have to leave my hometown for college. Now, that I am working, my dad is asking so many things from me. Well, I hate him so ignore him.

When we lived on the farm....we were extrememly poor...but my parents always did very special things for us for christmas....and one year behind the tree was a very big gift.....the biggest of all....and it had my name on it. Being the third child I hardly ever got anything new as my older sister and brother usually got everything first. My parents were also very frugal and Christmas gifts were things that were useful like clothes, etc. Imagine how I felt Christmas morning when I opened my gift to find the drum set I had always wanted! It had a bass drum, a snare and two cymbals. I played drums in school and loved it so you can't imagine what it was like for me. I don't know how they afforded it....but they did it because the drum set was something that I felt so strongly about.

Hi there! I remember when I was a kid, we had this traditional offering of flowers to Mama Mary during the month of May we call Flores de Mayo. Us neighborhood kids would gather all the flowers we could get and bring them to church in the afternoon for the novena and afterwards would receive goodies from the nuns. One time when I was 6 years old, I climbed up the stone fence to pick white and red kalachuchi flowers to put in my basket. As I was reaching for more flowers, I happened to step on a branch of the kalachuchi tree and it broke of in a snap! I fell on my back some 7 feet down on the ground among the bushes and dried leaves. I was stunned, breathless and saw stars for the longest time ever! No voice came out of my lips as I tried to call out to my uncle who was at the porch reading a book. I felt it was the end of me as I tried to gasp for air. When I finally got to breath air, I sat up and cried loudly till my throat hurt. By then my uncle was on his feet and ran towards me. He must have realized that I fell from atop the kalachuchi tree with all the flowers scattered about from where I was. I was immediately taken to the doctor's clinic, but my guardian angel must have catched me because they found no broken bones. But I sure missed the novena that afternoon and the goodies too.

I have this forgetful event when I'm 5 years old too. Still remember how my mother had canned me because my brother bought me to gaming center when my mother when to the hospital for follow-up without her consent. An I still remember that I'm the only one that is being punished, the injustice

I think the biggest one was when i was really little... I think about 3-4 something like that, my sisters played a prank on me on Friday the 13th. My oldest sister (9 years older than me) called me downstairs from my bedroom with horror in her voice. I ran down to see my other sister (2 years older than me) laying on the floor with what looked like blood on her chest. My oldest sister was holding a knife with the same substance on it. It turned out to be ketchup but it was still something I will never forget...

The memory that stands out the most to me was the night my best friend and I decided to stay up all night. We went up to her mother's loft where her mom kept all her paints. We got all the paint open and decided to use our feet and hands to make beautiful murals all over the floor and over the whole house. Then we watched tv and saw commercials for chat lines on the phone and decided to call them not realizing they cost money. We were about 7 years old. Needless to say, the next morning was horrendous and a month later when the phone bill came in, it was worse!