My best memory as a child is from Christmas 35 years ago. My Aunt Donna made all of us kids a long, red, tie around the neck SuperMan cape with the "S" and we ALL loved them. I never took it off until Christmas vacation was over and I had to go back to school. So simple but so wonderful at the same time!!! My worst memory as a child were those funny tasting lumps in the sandbox......

-- Anonymous, November 18, 2000

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My best memory is once when my mom caught me, knelt down, and for absolutely no reason at all, gave me a package of M&M's. It was totally out of character for her.

I have lots of worst memories (no abuse, I was just an interestingly complex and messed-up child), but I think the winner would be when I dropped the baby gerbil at school and it died.

-- Anonymous, November 19, 2000

Yuk Lenny-my dog use to *love* to eat those lumps in sand and litter boxes. My best memory was a big Mulberry tree I use to climb in my front yard. It probably wasn't as big as I remember it, but to a small child it was huge and high. I would climb up in it and it was my complete sanctuary, away from anything bad. I think I felt even happier up there than in my own room. I named all of the branches and my favorite was "rollercoaster ride" because it would sway in the wind and I could close my eyes and pretend. After we moved the SOBs who moved in cut it down.

One of the worst was when I was in fourth grade, I think. I was standing in line waiting for afternoon milk with my butt against the counter and when I moved down, I got this mega splinter deep in my butt. A surgeon had to remove it and I was already so scarred up by then, I asked if it would leave a scar and the stupid nurse asked if I planned to live in a nudist colony. The next day they were sanding the counter. How embarrassing.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

Among my favorites is when I realized I knew how to tie my own shoes and my Mom wouldn't have to do it anymore. I'm sure I have others, but this one came to mind first. I don't have any "worst" memories.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

I sympathize with Vicki---I had a couple of butt-centric problems in elementary school that sure weren't funny to me at the time. Once in second grade, I was kneeling down taking off my rubber rainboots and I stepped on the hem of my elastic waist skirt, so that when I stood up my skirt was around my ankles. Purple and orange flowered panties...I will never forget. I yanked my skirt up real fast and the only two kids who saw were kids I didn't like anyways. They were laughing really hard though and I have to say I never rid myself of disliking them, even in high school, all because of that. And then once in 6th grade I tore a big hole in the seat of my jeans on a playground bench, but I got the nurse to give me a needle and thread and sewed it closed and got through the day. I really hated being embarassed as a kid though.

Hard to say about best...a lot of it was good. Christmas mornings and things were pretty darn good, and coming in from playing in the snow to find mom had made cocoa and dad had started a fire in the fireplace.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

I have a lot of good memories, and most are of quiet time things, like (yeah!) tree climbing, napping with the family pets on a cold winter afternoon, walking in the woods, etc.

Absolute worst memory would be the day I came home from school to find out that my father had committed suicide earlier that day.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

Milla I'm so sorry.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

Milla,

so sorry.

My wife lost her Father on Christmas day when she was 13, not long before I met her. I cannot imagine actually having to go through either experiance. sadness

I think I'll slink over to the corner and maybe cry for a while.....

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

Best? When I was born. I don't remember it but it had to be the best. 2nd place would be when my Erica was born. She is by far the most perfect kid ever to be born. Worst? Hasn't happened yet and I hope it won't for a long, long time. James

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

My best memory is going to see my baby brother in the hospital the day after he was born (he arrived on my third birthday). I sat with my father and my mother while they talked, then finally asked, 'So when do I get to see baby Johnny?' I remember my Dad picking me up so I could see the nurse holding him on the other side of the double doors; he was very tiny (though not really -- two feet long and over ten pounds), dark and wrinkly, and I loved him instantly. I also remember that I made my Dad stop at the store on the way to the hospital so I could give some Rolos to the baby, but had to settle for giving them to my Mom.

Worst memory...too many to even sift through, now or ever.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

Strange. I have an impeccably good long-term memory--especially when it's small details from my childhood. yet i can't think of a best or worst memory. I've definitely had some crazy things happen but I can't hink of anything that was was horribly bad or terribly good. I have a feeling I'm blocking it out though. Of course there were many things that SEEMED really horrible at the time. But that's childhood melodrama.

-- Anonymous, November 20, 2000

Milla, that's terrible. My sympathies. :(

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

So sorry, Milla.

I don't have a specific "worst" memory- more like general worst feelings. Feeling like I was the most unpopular girl ever and never had any friends, and everyone hated me- not that I felt like that all the time as a kid, but when I did, it sucked.

Oh wait- the time I spent the night at this girl's house and wet the bed and she told everyone in the 3rd grade about it. That was the worst.

Best? When my mom would take me out of school and drive me downtown so I could go out to lunch with my dad. Or when my mom and I would make grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and eat them together in the living room- any one on one time with either of my parents was so rare that it always seemed like a special treat.

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

One of my best memories is staying up late with my whole family watching Pink Panther movies. My mom would pan-pop popcorn and we'd all stay up til 10:30 (or whenever the late movie show came on) in our jammies. I always fell asleep. I think I was 20 before I saw the end of one of those movies.

The worst memory was learning how to swim. I had an older brother who tried to drown me every summer for 3 years in a row, plus my dad would take me out to the deep water dock and try that "Sink or Swim" method. I always sank. Dear Dad, skinny kid = NOT buoyant. Love, Gardanna

long live Cato!

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

Don't you sometimes wish you had your own Cato, someone who would try to kill you every time you came home? That was always my favorite part of the Pink Panther movies.

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

This is my first submission to a forum. Here goes.

My best memory is when I thought I was as pretty as this Asian shampoo model on a TV commercial for Silk-something shampoo. I made a face like she did in my first communion pictures.

Not the worse memory, but a bad one is getting those pictures back and realizing that I didn't look like the model and was making a stupid face.

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

Letty, you just brought up another bad childhood memory for me. During my first communion, the boy next to me set my veil on fire. In all my pictures, it looks normal on one side, all blackened and scraggly on the other.

Paul, I once had a cat who did that. Sadly, her name was not Cato (though it should've been).

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

Silkience, right? And they'd show that Asian chick and say that her hair was healthy at the roots, but dry at the ends. And they'd use special effects to show the conditioner going right to where it was needed. They'd finish it up with something like, "Silkience -- the science of beautiful hair."

Dude, I never knew that about you. Oh, and welcome to the forum. Try not to fuck anything up.

Tee hee.

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

I didn't mean to bring the forum down. D'oh. It's just that, well, that one wins, hands down, as far as bad memories go. It's been over twenty years, and it's definitely a sad thing, but I'm pretty much at peace with it at this point. Thanks for the condolences, though, they were appreciated.

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

^&^UGH698 r u that dude stell guy?

my best memmory was the time i found $5 undre my bed!!! the worsted was all of mas husband

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

I forgot about Silkience, but I remember that commercial. Do they still make that stuff?

I had a very happy childhood. I'd say the worst was when we had to put our dog asleep.

-- Anonymous, November 21, 2000

My worst memory is a tie between two. Both are dog stories.

1: When I was 19, I got bit by a Rottweiler in the face. I still have flashbacks to when I first looked in the mirror and pulled the cloth away from my face. I only have a small scar next to my nose (9 years later), so I'm okay now, but it was a lot of grossness!

2: My dog was hit by a car this past May. I'm sure I've typed about him before. He was my first true love. I miss him terribly.

My best memory is the day that my fiance proposed to me. It was such a surprise, and he did it atop the Empire State building, and then we had a divine brunch, and then we went to a dance club to celebrate that night. We told a lot of strangers at the club that we had just gotten engaged. We wanted other people to be as happy as we were, I guess! I remember trying to pay attention to how I felt after he asked me, so I'd never forget the feeling.

-- Anonymous, November 22, 2000

I just realized the topic was Childhood memories.

Gwen, I fucked up. I'll stop posting now. Sorry y'all.

-- Anonymous, November 22, 2000

Erika, you're only as old as you feel. These can still be 'childhood' type memories. I for one, don't want to be an adult type, boring and all. Keep up that youthful spirit hon'.

My memories: Best- Winning the little league world series in my town. Worst- Having an unmentionable bowel accident at school in the thrid grade. Stank up the classroom.

-- Anonymous, November 22, 2000