what do you remember about your childhood?

The Best - Getting a digital watch for christmas, it was 1976, and i sat under the bed covers pressing the little light!

The Worst - Changing schools all very tearful, i changed twice from primary to middle to secondary school!

I fell over in our high street, well i flew and landed smack on the concrete gouging both knees, elbows and palms of my hands. I'm 36 and i still have the scares on my knees

Best was feeling the love and support of my parents and siblings...Worst was feeling sad or guilty when I did a bad thing. Or when someone hurt me. One time I had a caterpillar in a coffee can. He made a coccoon and I was waiting for it to hatch into a butterfly. I took it out to show to some relatives and my friend dumped it onto the sidewalk and stomped on it and killed it. I didn't cry or anything, but I felt so hurt. My sister, who is 11 years older than me, chased the girl home, yelling at her. I also remember learning to ride a two-wheeler. My Dad let go, but I didn't know it. When I turned and saw that he wasn't holding onto my bike.......SPLAT......Two skinned knees and an elbow.

The best fact about my childhood it that due to my character ( generally calm and respectful), every single person loved me at the detriment of my fellow brothers and cousins. I would have anything i longed for because i was trouble-less.

Euh.. I also remember that i didn't stop weeing in bed until my seventh year. So my grand-mum used to tell all my classmate that i still wee so i had to battle to stop (was very funny when i think about it now). That is the only thing that my brothers were using against me.

Aha stupid kids, once i decided to try smoking. I rolled a sheet of paper in a form of a ciggy and lightened it up. the first smoke was enough to sparkle a long and painful cough with attracted my family. AAA don't tell you what happen when i came round.............................................

My child hood was messed up big time.

I had a dad wo did drugs

my mom was alwasy beat on.

My uncle raped me repeatedly

Went into foster care where I have to act like an adult at the age of five. Now I'm 17 and have no clue how to take care of myself because my foster mom is a trip,

I grew up in a very dysfunctional family. Neither my sister nor I have any childhood memories. We think it must be some form of self-preservation that our brains developed to get us through.

best-i lived through it ; worst-raised 6 brothers and sisters, grown up responsibilities; worst i hurrt myself-sprained ankle trying to get little brother in from the snow-as he was wearing only underwear-heehee