When you reminisce, which childhood memory makes you most sentimental?

Mine is riding on the back of my dad's bicycle through the wonderful scenery of Callaway Gardens near Atlanta; delighting in the spring blooms of azalea bushes and dogwood trees !!!When you reminisce, which childhood memory makes you most sentimental?
When I lived in Europe,On a bike trailer thing that little kids can sit in. I remember the trees. It was autumn. It was so beatiful.
It was winter time and my older sister got us all dressed and took us ( 6 of us in all including her) to play with the snow. After, we can inside and she made us hot coco and put on a movie and watched it together. She was like our mom, when our mother wasn't.When you reminisce, which childhood memory makes you most sentimental?
Summer vacations spent in norther Michigan with my mom's cousins who had a creek running through their yard, especially the day we would spend at their trailer at the lake. Makes me really yearn to go turn back the clock!!
I am froma bygone era and my childhood was during the 2nd world war. There were shortages of everything ... more particularly food.Everything was rationed and limited.



My childhood memory is , still, of the bag , containing afew loaves of bread , that my mother would hang at a height , not reacheable by me and my siblings. We would stand near and the smell of the beard is still vivid in my memory. Those few pieces of beard , given then were the most tasty and cherished.



A small insignificant thing which these days the young never get to experience , teaces you humility, value system.
I remember smells. Not so much the people. Or the trips we took. A certain smell will help trigger that memory
I have 2 favorites. Once just before Christmas, my mother, brother and I went out for a drive around the neighborhood while my father stayed home, asleep on the couch. Our Christmas tree was up and decorated, but there were no presents under it yet. When we returned from the drive, lo and behold! Santa had come and delivered presents under the tree while my father was "asleep" on the couch.

Another one of my favorite childhood memories was my brother, father, and I used to make "carpet beds" on the rug in our den in front of the fireplace. We put spread a quilt on the rug and lay down on it, and often went to sleep in front of the fireplace, with the fire going. Then later we had to get up and go to bed.
Memories of moments with my mother who passed away years ago, particularly of her gently running her fingers through my hair so I would fall asleep.
there's this picture of me and my mom sitting on the end of our dock and she is whispering a secret in my ear. it reminds me of the first time i saw the ocean and how small and scared i felt, but at the same time it felt like anything was possible.



another is when in the steaming hot summer i had a bad dream about something so my dad took me outside and we sat on this swing behind our house and i fell asleep while we watched the sunrise. now whenever i'm sick i insist on sleeping outside, so weird!!
Living in the country as a child I had all of the outdoors to explore. Climbing trees, walking through the woods pretending to be on some great adventure. Playing with handmade boats of all descriptions in the stream that always seemed to magically appear just in time for spring. Imagining I was miles away from home, all by myself, when in fact my Mother could see me from the kitchen window. Always with my dog at my side; he would never let me stray too far. Staying up late with my Father on Saturday nights, struggling to stay awake long enough to watch the entire hockey game and never quite making it.

Being a child...
Riding in the sled behind Dad in the snowmobile to go up into the mountains in Alaska when I was 4 to get a Christmas Tree at night with the Aurora Borealis shining and my dog.
if you mean by sentimental where i would most love to be, it was hiking through the woods with my dad to find a fishing hole and this one time finding a water dog and my dad saying that i should leave it so that it wouldn't die on the way to the house. I did not want to but I did because I thought my dad was always right..........he is 74 and so far I still think that.....
there isn't one specific memory, but basically any memory of the entire family getting together (uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, on and on) is a good memory
fresh caught fried catfish frying in the fryer....in the backyard eating cold watermelon....all my aunts, uncles, cousins over for a visit and we are playing on the swingset in just our underpants.We probably looked like hillbillies, but had a GREAT time
When I was 3 and dropped my pacifier down into the sewers a week after moving to Ottawa...

Gets me every time *dabs away tear*

Kidding. That did happen though, my brother fished it out with copper wire.



I dunno, there's no one memory and it's they're not very specific... like when I was (again) in Ottawa, there was a back area where there was paved walkways and fields and there was a tall mound where 3 trees stood (small, medium, and large), and when I finally felt ready to climb the large tree, I got to the top and I looked out and saw the ravine in one direction, the leaves all different colours from the fall, either on the tree of on the trail...

(of course my butt got stuck to the tree thanks to sap but if you ignore that there's more sentiment).



Then there was the Fathers Day where my dad said he wanted us all to go down biking together along the trails in Ottawa (I moved there when I was 3 and stayed there til I was 10). The smells of summer passed by, the colour vibrant, the blaring humid heat hitting us... it was a great day.

(just avoiding the fact I was so tired I was literally dragging my bike to the car by the end of it all, it's another sentimental memory).



Yep, with all my sentimental memories you have to forget something about it to work =)
I don't want to ruin your 'sentimentality party', but my worst childhood memory is the death of Marilyn Monroe. I vowed some day to avenge her death at the corrupt hands of Robert Kennedy. That's right, the so called "entitled and spoiled" brother of JFK...which brings me to my best childhood memory, which is helping Muslim Sirhan Sirhan to avenge Marilyn Monroe's honor. After that success, I was well on my way to becoming a Muslim myself !!!
the long summer days when my friend and i would go out to play from morning til dark in the wide open fields, the creek and one particular night we laid in the middle of a country road looking up at the stars wondering outloud what our lives were going to end up like one day...



funny how all we had was land, a barn or 2 and a lil body of water and we stayed (contently) busy all day and had to be forced to come in at night and now with all the "stuff" to do in the city kids complain of being bored all the time. :)
Iwould give a million dollars if I could have hugs from my late Grandma. God Bless her soul. I am 60 now and always hug my children and my grandson and hope that the love I felt from Nana is passed on to them.
Mine is my Father picking me up from nursery school in '77, he had a 74 camaro, he would put me on his lap as we drove down the PCH, the cliffs, the ocean the listening to Neil Diamond or Cat Stevens on the 8 track, turned all the way up.