Post some of your fondest memories...if you wish to share them of course

I can remember when i was about 7 or 8, my brother was about 13 or 14.
We would have wrestling matches on my moms bed. Basically pillows fights.
And we would beat each other with them. When one of the pillow cases came off his pillow he was all, "Hold on! My partner is naked!" Put the case back on and we would go at it again.
Until we heard my mom on the street from her open window.
We would quickly make her bed and go to the living room as if nothing happened.

When my best friend and I were little, we walked to the gas station to get penny candy. On the way back, I turned the corner to walk back to my house but my friend was spacing out and kept going straight. I stopped by this huge tree and said "this is my favorite tree!" and nobody was there to talk to! Well, we met up again a few minutes later and I told her what happened. We still laugh about it today, it's one of our favorite memories/inside jokes.

When I was 4, my dad use to give me beer (it's a middle eastern thing). I got all silly and hyper and was jumping on the bed. I remember he kept trying to scare me and saying he was going to eat my brains, so I got a hammer and hit him in the head with it. I don't like my father so that's a good memory.

I remember being in my cradle and mom taking me to her bed... I think I was 2 or 3

wow that's an early memory.
i don't think I can remember that far back.

One of my fondest memories is meeting all of you!

Someone had to do it...

^ Suck-up

I have so many favorites that it's hard to pick just one at the moment!
One of my favorites is when my family & I used to go to the pumpkin patch every year together before my sister moved to Houston. It was fun spending time together just laughing, picking out the best pumpkins & apples & taking pictures. Even just driving together was fun. Ahhhh..memories...

One Halloween day, I managed to fill three bags full of candy. My mum said that seeing me all bloodied up and with big bags of candy just made her so proud of me. Heh!

Whoa, that's a lot of candy!
Did you have some left over till next Halloween after that?
Our town was small so it was amazing if you filled just one entire bag! haha

Yeah, I had some left for like 2 years...hidden away in secret places at my home. Hahha.
I've pretty much always lived in Chicago and when that day happened, I walked a looooooong way. Still pretty cool, though.

2 years?! hahaha....that's amazing!
That is pretty sweet. You must have gotten an early start!

Holy candy.
Now I want some rocket candies.

Television rots the brain & yet we continue to become immobilized by it
It's just a conspiracy to make us forget who we really are & only believe what they want us to believe...

My name is Legion, because we are too many...

All along you are just another brick in the wall

I went to a Catholic grade school run by a less-than-affable nun by the name of Sister Catherine. She was woman of great girth, multiple glasses hanging various chains around her neck, and low tolerance for any nonsense. In fact, she was pretty mean. Early one morning when I was in second grade the class pet, Teddy* the hamster, a Houdini-like rodent indeed, escaped from his cage and wandered down the hallway. From our seats in the classroom those of us (un)fortunate enough to arrive early for class could see through the window-paned-wall as Sr. Catherine made her way to the teacher's lounge for her French Roast fix. Unfortunately for her she was near-sighted and when she saw Teddy she jumped back (no mean feat for a woman of her size), threw down her mug which promptly shattered, screamed "RAT!! RAT!!" and then fainted. Teddy became our personal hero and Sr. Catherine lost some of our respect forever.

THE END!



(* Side story: Teddy was actually Teddy the XVI or something like it. You see, "Teddy" never actually died. When he "fell into deep hamster sleep", a state our teacher assured us was perfectly naturel for older hamsters, he was always replaced in the night by the teacher and the new Teddy would assume the identity of his predecessor who assumed the identity of his predecessor all the way back to Teddy the First of the 1989 school year)

Another memory.
Waking up Saturday mornings to the sound of my dad mowing the lawn.
i would get dressed and hurry to meet him just as he finished our lawn.
Then he would got to my best friends house (she lived with her grandmother) and I would help him clean up. Which was just an excuse to see her early in the morning.
She would come out and help. And both my dad and her grandma gave us a dollar each
We would go to the store later that day and buy candy

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Let's see... I remember my wedding when I was 5 to my best friend Jared... he bought me a gumball machine ring and everything, and I wore a bride's Halloween costume... I remember him coming up to our screen door and pressing his nose against it and asking, "Can Meeeggaan come out and plaaayy..?"

I remember taking home our class ducklings in Kindergarten, and one of them running under our deck.. I solicited one of the neighborhood boys to climb under and snatch her for me... he got Tetanus from a rusty nail.

I remember growing one of those stick-it-in-water-for-48-hours things, and the chemicals used to make it were extraordinarily effective... the red fish I was growing grew to be a foot. I promptly then went around to every person in our then-apartment complex and knocked on their door at 6 in the morning and showed them my accomplishment.

My childhood was great.

Aww i loved the first one Akasha!!
So cute.

My Lady appears in all my fondest memories and my favourite dreams!