Your fondest childhood memory

Melisandre121

For me its sitting by the fire in my nightdress right after a bath on Sunday evening with my mam brushing my hair while we watched Heartbeat

Now I don't think anyone lights fires anymore.. Or wears night dresses.. Or watches Heartbeat..

Jesus Wept

But that was before Glenroe and school the next day? Did you love school?

Massimo Cassagrande

Fishing for pollack with my Dad off Bray pier and only catching big old crabs. It didn't seem too special at the time tbh, but looking back, the laughs we had in the lashing rain losing our tackle.

darkpagandeath

curly wurlys being large and softer.

Melisandre121

Je suis Mario wrote: »

But that was before Glenroe and school the next day? Did you love school?

No but I loved getting my hair brushed beside the fire

The Backwards Man

Getting into the pub after a long week gathering spuds for a Football Special in a tall glass and a game of pool.

Sam Kade

Melisandre121 wrote: »

For me its sitting by the fire in my nightdress right after a bath on Sunday evening with my mam brushing my hair while we watched Heartbeat

Now I don't think anyone lights fires anymore.. Or wears night dresses.. Or watches Heartbeat..

I was a grown man when you were a child My fondiest memory, the summers seemed to last forever and always fine weather it was back in the days that people had great sayings like "I'll see you bye and bye"

Jesus Wept

Melisandre121 wrote: »

No but I loved getting my hair brushed beside the fire

pm sent

kylith

Being in my granddad's greenhouse. The plank on the floor you had to walk on, the smell of the earth, and especially of the tomatoes, and seeing him working along the row. To this day the smell of fresh organic tomatoes brings me back there.

boobar

Saturday morning, sitting at home watching that Saturday show hosted by the other Aonghus (McNally not Von Bismarck) eating toast with butter melting on it, made under a grill because we had no toaster.

I remember my mother giving me my third helping of toast, fire blazing and thinking to myself, I'm happy out.

kfallon

boobar wrote: »

Saturday morning, sitting at home watching that Saturday show hosted by the other Aonghus (McNally not Von Bismarck)

Anything Goes....think that was the name of it!

The Backwards Man

Walking to the shop for ten penny mice. Big as rats they were, and a penny each!

The Backwards Man

kfallon wrote: »

Anything Goes....think that was the name of it!

No RTE for us

Chucklevision on a Saturday morning.

To me! To you!

Crumpets

Climbing trees in my grandad's field and then coming home covered in mud to devour the glorious neverending supply of treats left out by granny

petrolcan

Coming back from summer camp sat atop three quartermaster storage boxes on the back of a Hilux.

irishgirl19

Me and my mam collecting conkers

Melisandre121

Je suis Mario wrote: »

pm sent

? No pm? Or am I missing something?

wylie

My dad drove a truck years ago, i would spend my summer holidays sitting beside him driving all over the country.

Loved it.

Lending my now wife a mixtape with TPau's Heart and Soul on it when we were 13, 28 years ago.

MilesMorales1

Melisandre121 wrote: »

For me its sitting by the fire in my nightdress right after a bath on Sunday evening with my mam brushing my hair while we watched Heartbeat

Now I don't think anyone lights fires anymore.. Or wears night dresses.. Or watches Heartbeat..

They don't make heartbeat no more

Hollister11

Meeting the pope when my parents got married, when i was 3.

Sitting at my Grannys kitchen table, eating toasted roast beef sandwiches and leftover rice pudding from the Sunday lunch, feeling like the most important little girl in the world.

Junkyard Tom

My Dad taking us on 'adventure walks'. We'd walk to my Granny's house as directly as we could through fields, jumping across little streams, avoiding bulls etc. Then we'd arrive at my Granny's house and there'd always be freshly baked scones and sweet tea served with lots of love.

Jesus Wept

Melisandre121 wrote: »

? No pm? Or am I missing something?

im playing hard to get now

Cortina_MK_IV

Melisandre121 wrote: »

<snip>Now I don't think anyone lights fires anymore.. Or wears night dresses.. Or watches Heartbeat..

I light the fire on dark dreary winter days and watch Heartbeat on ITV3 most days. Don't have a nightdress.

My best memories were going out on our bikes in the morning on school summer holidays after Whirleybirds finished then still out playing till after 10pm.

shedweller

Going for a walk up our lane one night in the snow. The moon was full and there was a savage east wind that blew the snow so i could hear the glassy hiss of it as the snow crystals rolled over each other and piled up against the house. It was the late 80's and a band called Europe were belting out the final countdown. It was a lot like the winter we had in 2010 and there was hardship and a lot of effort spent doing simple things. But that kind of thing has stuck with me to this day. I now love hard winters and having to batten down the hatches. Fierce fires lit and pots of tay! Aww jaysus bring it on!!
<wipes a tear>

ThinkProgress

Mostly it's the stuff I was repeatedly told NOT to do by my parents... the crazy sh*t we'd get up to used to torment them. lol

We always played dares... I guess it was called "truth or dare", but the second part was more fun!

xper

Cortina_MK_IV wrote: »

My best memories were going out on our bikes in the morning on school summer holidays after Whirleybirds finished then still out playing till after 10pm.

This, with a brief appearance for dinner at some stage if you knew what was good for you. And then do it all again the next day.


Oh, and Wagon Wheels the size of your face.

colossus-x

My fondest childhood memory were those magical moments when I was left in the house alone and was able watch whatever the f*ck I wanted on TV in peace. Nothing really tops that.

_Whimsical_

Melisandre121 wrote: »

No but I loved getting my hair brushed beside the fire

I always wanted to be that little girl who liked having her hair brushed by the fireside, the kind of one you saw in shampoo ads and in fancy tv shows. Instead hairbrushing for me was all painful tangles and shrieking and wishing it was over after baths. Clearly you had better conditioner!

J Mysterio

Finally being able to whistle after my brother taught me. I'm brilliant now .

Sitting with my other brother, listening to music and drawing.

RichardCeann

Third birthday and we moved house a few days previous so the house was in chaos. The old fella and his mates were watching the delayed Saturday football on RTE and drinking so my ma and my granny brought me, my sisters and my cousins down to the park to teach me how to play football. My sixty something year old granny teaching me how to slide tackle. We went home then to eat strawberry swiss roll/birthday cake, rice crispy buns and drink 7up with a scoop of ice cream in the glass. Good times.

r93kaey5p2izun

Christmas shopping on the 8th December with mam and brother. Santa in Clerys, Christmas dinner in Arnotts.

Also meeting my mam for chips in the local takeaway after school on a Friday as a teenager. Those were very difficult times at home and I loved spending time just the two of us before having to go back to the house.

KKkitty

Going in the lorry with my dad. Seeing parts of the countryside you'd never see in a car and dad telling me his memories of those places and more. Mam made me loads of sandwiches and dad making tea out with water from a flask. Having cake and all. Going to so many places in Ireland that I only saw on a map before.

chrissb8

Honestly alot of my childhood memories I love and cherish have everything to do with my parents. Amazing people that made my childhood amazing. Just one or two off the top of my head though was wrestling my Dad on our sitting room floor or him listening with all ears as I told him about my latest contraption of K'Nex I put together, always listened intently even when he wasn't interested.

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Keyzer

chrissb8 wrote: »

Honestly alot of my childhood memories I love and cherish have everything to do with my parents. Amazing people that made my childhood amazing. Just one or two off the top of my head though was wrestling my Dad on our sitting room floor or him listening with all ears as I told him about my latest contraption of K'Nex I put together, always listened intently even when he wasn't interested.

Sounds like a cool dad.

JanaMay

I have so many fond childhood memories: playing in the garden on sunny days and Mam would bring us out a glass of red lemonade (KVI's finest) and a cucumber sandwich cut into triangles and we pretended we were posh; climbing trees in the Phoenix park, collecting conkers and rolling down the hill at the Papal cross (getting covered in deer ****e); picnics on Sundays after a walk in Pine Forest or Glendalough; my Dad reading to me and putting on the funny voices; my sister teaching me how to go on skates; my brother letting me beat him at wrestling!

This thread, and my own memories, remind me of what I should do more with my own children. We were as poor as church mice back then but I never knew it. My parents gave us time and attention and freedom, and that's what our own children will hopefully have as memories too.

razorblunt

I used to always argue with my Dad whilst growing up especially from about 10 to 17. I think it's because we're too alike.
We get on great now, but some of the best memories are usually involving him doing something completely out of character.

The best one is when I had a Sega Mega Drive, i'd play it for hours and one day he said stick on a game there and I'll play you, put in the cartridge and then proceeded to just about stay within 2 points of him all game, finally beating him in overtime. "Good stuff" he said and went off downstairs to my Mam to start dinner. I remember being quietly relieved I beat him. I was sat at work one day a few years back in a boring meeting and all of a sudden a eureka moment occurred ... "that bastard had been playing the game while I was at school!".

Menas

We lived in the middle of the town so we never really got out on our own.
But come summer time, any wee hint of half decent weather and we were packed in to the car and spent our days at the beach.
Total freedom. Ice cream. Fanta. Picnics. Random friends. Exploring....

lee_baby_simms

Melisandre121 wrote: »

For me its sitting by the fire in my nightdress right after a bath on Sunday evening with my mam brushing my hair while we watched Heartbeat

Now I don't think anyone lights fires anymore.. Or wears night dresses.. Or watches Heartbeat..

"I think it was the actor Nick Berry who said..."

SEPT 23 1989

All the great memories listed here costed little or nothing

MilesMorales1

SEPT 23 1989 wrote: »

All the great memories listed here costed little or nothing

The best memories are made by the people and not the money.

My best memories of childhood are sitting with my family eating fast food and watching heartbeat on Sunday evenings, thats what we did every first Sunday of the month even though we didn't have much money. Or taking a packet of hot chicken and crusty bread and going on a really long walk.

magicmushroom

Staying at my Nan and Grandad's on a Saturday night, wearing one of my Mum's old fashioned nighties that my Nan had kept from when she was a little girl.
Eating toast with real butter and honey on it in front of the TV whilst we watched Blind Date.

Coming down the stairs in the morning, the Waltons theme tune playing and sitting down to watch it whilst my nan pottered around getting things ready to start the Sunday roast.

Happiest days of my life

greenbicycle

So many to choose from...

I have a distinct memory of gong to the mart with my uncle and cousins and sharing a packet of cream soda hubba bubba with them. I remember the nervous giggles when in the actual mart and the fear that we would accidently bid on some cattle because we may have an itchy nose and need to put our hand up to scratch it.

kfallon

MilesMorales1 wrote: »

The best memories are made by the people and not the money.

This! Was very lucky to have a great childhood with great parents and grandparents! So many fond memories!

chanelfreak

Same as another OP, my parents were responsible for almost all of my great childhood memories.

I remember cycling with my mam and brother up to my dad to bring him his tea when he was harvesting. Myself and my brother would jump on the bales like mad lunatics and then rob the poor man's tea because we were starving Sometimes we would wait in the fields for dad to finish and I have the best memories of the smell of the straw being cut and the big orange sun slowly sinking as we drank the strongest tea ever out of an oul plastic thermos.

NachoBusiness

Reading Enid Blyton's Famous Five books.

Tbh, I swear I find it hard to believe that I once didn't live in Dorset, eating scones with clotted cream in the summer, travelling by train all over the southern coast of England, solving crimes with a dog named Timmy. As it's as real to me as the memory of watching Why Don't You? of a Saturday morning.

KKkitty

I didn't have a grandfather growing up but an old man my parents became close to filled that void. He called every day and bought us all presents for Christmas every year.

magicmushroom

NachoBusiness wrote: »

Reading Enid Blyton's Famous Five books.

Tbh, I swear I find it hard to believe that I once didn't live in Dorset, eating scones with clotted cream in the summer, travelling by train all over the southern coast of England, solving crimes with a dog named Timmy. As it's as real to me as the memory of watching Why Don't You? of a Saturday morning.

Ah I loved them too!

Plus the Faraway Tree - I am still convinced now, at the age of 28 that I will find that forest one day and climb up into whatever land may be waiting for me at the top :P

castletownman

Spending what seemed like the whole summer with my grandparents when they moved to the seaside close to us years ago. It never seemed to rain back then. Days spent in Courtown (when it was at it's peak) and angels delight (remember that?) remain vividly in my mind.

They are both frail now and I don't get to see them as often as I like, but regularly pass the house they lived in on my travels. Memories flood back, and the odd tear is shed