What's your favorite childhood memory, or the coolest thing you did as a kid?

Hmm....Well, mine's similar to yours.

One time, my brother and I were in our woods behind our house and we were playing around back there. We made a big fort and stuff, but it was really hard to get back there. My dad ended up calling my cousins (5 boys xD), and they came over to hang out. By the end of the day, we had made a whole circuit of trails through our 4 acres that each branched off of each other. It was tons of fun. I have no idea why I remember that so well, but I guess it just seemed really cool that a bunch of kids could go through and actually make something WORTH something. Does that ,make sense? :P

I remember being able to ride my bicycle pretty much all over town. Things were a lot more innocent then. I might be two or three miles from home, and mom had no idea where I was. I knew where home was though, and I'd be there in time for supper. There were multiple tree houses to be explored, and many other things, to numerous to go into detail here, to "get into."

Also, fishing with my dad and favorite uncle, "Oscar." Man did I learn some shtuff about fishing!

One other if I may, They also taught me how to play poker. I would be the DJ -- which meant replaying the same old school albums on the RCA console stereo -- ad nauseum. I got my foundation in music appreciation from these "records." To name a few: Hank Sr., Eddie Arnold, Kingston Trio, Marty Robbins, . . . you get the picture. Sweet memories.

This night has been full of them!

that's cute!

me and my friends used to do something kinda like that. We would build these little huts made of branches and whatever else we could find, like big pieces of thick plastic wrap (like industrial style stuff). I remember we even managed to build a tiny little house with a door and 4 walls and a roof.. we'd have bon fires and cook potatoes in the ashes..this is all back in Russia..lol it's really good to do this btw.. you take an unpeeled potato and you put it into the coals..but the coals have to not be glowing, or barely glowing..and you put it in there for a while..like 7 to 10 minutes depending on the size..and then you roll it out with a stick and you peel it and just eat it..so good..and if you can take the ketchup bottle from the house, it's the best ever!

That's really cute, Reader :)

My old best friend and I used to sneak off to the park about a kilometre away from my house. There were normally ducks and geese in the park, and sometimes we'd steal bread from my kitchen and feed them.

We also had a tree, but we couldn't reach the lowest limb, so we had to use a milk crate. And then we'd hang off it and we'd get so filthy and grazed.

Our parents followed us we worked out after a while hahaha.

I was walking home from the library a few months ago, and I passed the park. It was great. Our tree was still there, but there are no longer any ducks or geese.

And to think my best friend turned out as a drug dealer. You wonder where things went wrong ...

I have so many fond childhood memories, but one that stands out very clearly in my mind was one that happened during the many rainy nights we had on a Friday.

My parents, knowing that usually a rainy night meant no sunny Saturday, (hence, any chances of going to the beach or going picnicking promptly flew out the window) pitched a tent on the balcony. It really did feel like camping (or at least, to my 6 year old self) with rain pelting down on us and sleeping bags all around.

We would try to read storybooks by torchlight (whoops, known in America as flashlight) until my mum stopped us with the "it's bad for your eyes" statement. My dad, however, having a incredible imagination, would tell us stories in the pelting rain and crashing thunder until we fell asleep.

It was not only incredibly fun, but oddly comforting in a way, reassuring a child my age that my parents would always be telling me bedtime stories - even in a tent in the middle of a storm.

Luthien

It's more a collection of childhood memories. Breaking my arm when I was ten but being determined to learn how to cartwheel, one handed if neccessary, after watching Michelle Pfieffer as Catwoman. I met my best friend that way. Spending my summer trying to learn Spanish since she didn't speak English. Her mother trying to put weight on me by feeding me massive plates of Mexican food and me finishing the lot lest I should offend her.

I can't really remember what we did, maybe listened to Coolio or danced the Macarena for the 1,000th time, lol. Either way we had a great time :) It was a good summer, I think it was one of the last before things got complicated by turning into teenagers.

Probably camping for two weeks at a horse ranch. It was so much fun. I went back like 3 times. We had to take care of our horse and we'd go horseback riding. They taught us how to ride bareback and all that. It was cool because we even learned how to get the horses to "lope" which is by far the coolest thing ever. It goes beyond a trot or a gallop it's a very swift and gentle ride, you feel like you're gliding on air.

I would watch all the Chinese fighting movies on sundays because there was nothing else on tv and then find a brick wall and run as fast as I could go UP the wall flat footed and then back down the wall with my feet as close to walking flat on the wall as possible.

It was fun, I would pretend that I had Chinese Super Power just like they did in the movies. :) It really did work, cause when your a kid, you're not heavy and can be light on your feet!

Such a fun question. :)

I love your story. It reminds me of when I used to make a pillow/blanket fort out of the coffee table.

When I think about my childhood, I remember hanging out with my next door neighbor. We would walk home after school in the rain and we'd go to his house, sit next to the heater and watch Pokemon (this was 1997). I remember accidentally hitting him in the head with this huge tree branch. He ran home crying, and I felt so bad. And once, he lost his pants in the park and had to walk home in his boxers. I have no idea how he lost them.

I hate kids. Glad I never was one.