When you think back on your fondest childhood memories, what do you remember the most fun with. Something that was material(bike, toy) or spending time with your family such as fishing or a picnic?
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lizizhere
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My history is chronicled by videogames, thus making me the most pathetic person on the planet. Back when I was a kid, I would play those Sega Genesis games, and then there was Doom, my first PC game ever. And I haven't really changed at all since then, just slightly evolved.
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I have blocked out most of my childhood, the thing I do remember, was the fun I had playing with my lego sets
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Actually, my fondest memories involved friends. I wish I could remember more about the good times with my family, we did have them.
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My first bike was really nice, I guess. I can't think of too many great times.
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I remember fun events and places, most of which I have not visited in years.
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My best childhood times were visiting my grandparents in West Virginia. The adults would be sitting in lawn chairs drinking Snappy Toms and the kids would play on the lawn at the edge of the woods through dusk, when all the lightning bugs woke up. It was magical.
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I remember playing in my friend Katy's pasture. She used to have a horse and when they sold it, we would play in the dirt with our cars and stuff. We had a good collection of matchbox type cars. We would just play outside all the time. It was so much fun.
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It's always 'times'. Like the drives we would take, the threes f us in a small sports car seeing the ocean or the mountains. Going for a picnic and the 'Indian Gate'. Raking leaves in the yard together. Helping my dad build the fireplace. Visiting the Santa Monica peir and my parents jokingly saying not to fall between the cracks. That's what I remember.
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I remember my grandad dressing up like captain hook. We made all the characters and my nan helped us act out the scene. He would always make things 'come to life' and was very creative. I loved that.
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That would have to be spending time with my grandmother, AKA MawMaw. I grew up in an extremely abusive situation. MawMaw would let me stay with her on the weekends and take me fishing. She had an amazing knack for making things more simple, and easy to understand. No matter how scary things were at home, her house was a place of love, understanding, and acceptance. Even if it was only for the weekend, it has served to be a memory that has held me together since. She passed away a few years ago, and I wept more then than when my dad died. I still miss her.
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Mostly I remember my most enjoyable times as having very little connection to people *Or* things. I always had the most fun when I was left alone to wander around and explore, I remember spending whole days just wandering around the halls of the North Coast Seed Building where my father had his business set up in a studio flat. I'd just sort of aimlessly meander about, stopping every now and then to stare out a window or to examine some other small feature in the hallway. Ah, good times...
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Playing with toy cars and trucks and railway engines. Also loved going out for picnics - sea side, river side or lake side. Enjoyed playing in water - it was fun getting wet all over.
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Going on family trips! We didn't need any stupid car seats with five-point harness and seatbelts back in those days. I would climb in the back and lay down on the seat and fall asleep. My mom was great at keeping me amused when I started getting bored. I remember the Sequoia National Forest. I still have the picture of our car parked in a hole that had been cut through a tree. You could actually drive through a tree. That thing was huge.
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camping in the north was my favorite thing in the world when i was a kid.
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A tiny little town called Moorefield, in the northeast part of the state (though it's probably bigger now). My grandparents lived in this little community on top of one of the mountains. I live in FL now and we have no lightning bugs. Miss 'em.
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