Your fondest childhood memory

RichardCeann · 25-08-2015 12:55AM

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 · 25-08-2015 01:23AM

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 · 25-08-2015 01:34AM

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 · 25-08-2015 05:42AM

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.

RayCon · 25-08-2015 08:33AM

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Keyzer · 25-08-2015 08:43AM

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 · 25-08-2015 08:47AM

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 · 25-08-2015 09:25AM

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 · 25-08-2015 09:30AM

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 · 25-08-2015 09:37AM

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 · 25-08-2015 10:39AM

All the great memories listed here costed little or nothing

MilesMorales1 · 25-08-2015 01:59PM

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 · 25-08-2015 02:06PM

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 · 25-08-2015 02:16PM

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 · 25-08-2015 02:22PM

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 · 25-08-2015 02:50PM

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 · 25-08-2015 03:36PM

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 · 25-08-2015 03:48PM

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 · 25-08-2015 03:50PM

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 · 25-08-2015 04:03PM

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

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