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great thread ...

It's one of my earliest memories and it's of my father, who I have a very ambivalent relationship with, torn between real love and admiration on the one hand and vestiges of real childhood intimidation on the other.

I was two, almost three.  First canoe trip of my life.  I love anything to do with the backcountry.  My father and I were on a trip to the Beausoleil Islands, a little archipelago in Georgian Bay in the Canadian Great Lakes.  It was raining really hard and I was under a canvas tarp in the middle of the boat.  I couldn't see anything except through little rain-filled grommets.  My father sang for hours as he paddled us around, told me stories and told me that we were getting closer and closer to the islands.  That's all I remember, just the comforting rhythm of the rain under my father's baritone voice.

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Kevin

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My mom and dad said we were going to look at houses (we were moving) but we ended up at magic mountain.  Oh boy!!!! It was for my 6th b-day.  I don't remember the rides or anything but I remember seeing the sign for "Magic Mountain".  That was neato!!!!
Thank you for this post.

Casper

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The happiest memories I have are: When I gave birth to my daughter and The midwife handed her to, I was so happy I can't even describe that feeling I just knew she was perfect and I had never felt that happy. The other one is when my boyfriend proposed to me at the top of a mountain, We had planned it so I knew he was going to propose but nothing prepared me for the incredible rush of love and happiness I felt that day.
I know that the past will always be with me but like a cut, cuts heal and scars fade over time. A scar can never dissapear but that scar makes up part of the person I am today, its not the whole person but just a small part of me. I know my fiancee will always support me and sometimes that is all that gets me through the day, knowing he is always there for me.

(Edited by kanbean at 1:44 am on July 23, 2003)

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Yesterday, my social worker came, and said, instead of looking at badness in your life, try and remember happy memories,  then I click on this, and hey presto, Linnea had done this one.  Not got many happy memories of my childhood,  and the ones I have, I will share with you,  My grandmother,  she was the only person, in that household, that ever said she loved me,  she was the only one that gave me a cuddle,  she protected me, when my father was going to hit me, when I was 5ish,  she was a lovely lady, my gran.   Next happy memory,  is xmas time,  and we only got 1 presant each,  I had a doll, a walking, talking doll, she was called Rosebud, had a lovely dusky pink dress, with short sleeves, with little rosebuds on the sleeves, she had white socks and black patent shoes,  you pulled a string, and she said "my name is Rosebud, what's yours"  "will you take me, to the park.  I loved that Doll.  That is all my happy memories,  But, thank you Linnea, this has done me a world of good, remembering Rosebud. xx

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I'm not sure why I haven't replied to this one!!!

I can remember being about 4 or so.  It was Easter morning, and I was in a pink dress w/ a white hat and new white shoes w/ a matching purse.  My mom had curled my hair that morning.  I bounced into my grandparents house to show them how  pretty I was.

I don't remember what we did that day, but I remember that young care free day with beautiful weather and tiny white purse.  :)

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oh, wow, so many of these have made me tear up!

(((((((linnea))))))))  thank you for starting this thread.

when i was little my dad washed my hair in the sink, i mustve been around two, and had very long hair.  he had a spongy thing with a cradle for my neck, and i lay on it on the counter...it was cool, it made me happy.  another(strangely) was my dad trimming my hair when i was about the same age...i sat on the bthrm counter in a little directors chair.  i guess it just makes me happy to remember my dad taking care of me :)
another is (i swear ive posted this somewhere before) my brother, mum, and i playing a board game.  he was a bit upset about the rules or some such, and said to my mother, in a yell/growl "shut up,bitch!"  now, this type of language was never tolerated, but if you make my mum laugh, you can get over on her...and we laughed for close to an hour about that.  we mustve been about 10 and 12...we still laugh about that.
if i think of another im gonna come add it, 'twas great, uplifting.
-holly

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i remember telling my dog goodnight. she was wailing a little [she must have had a dream about hunting rabbits or something like that], but i was only about 5 years old and didn't know. i just remembered that i had read if puppies are taken apart from their mother too early, they sometimes wail because they miss the warmth of their mother & the company of their brothers&sisters. so i spent the whole night sitting right beside her [and partly in her place], telling her she was not alone. i also covered her with my bathrobe against the cold she might feel from inside, and was simply happy.

i know, this might sound horribly childish, but i do remember this vividly.
it just felt so good to care for the one who was always there and who'd never hurt me.

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wonderful post....so good for me to think back of wonderful things that have happened in my life...cause i'm kinda hanging by a thread right now, wondering if anything good could be associated w/me.

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Ok so this isn't my EARLIEST positive memory, i'll do some more thinking and try to come up with that...but a  very positive one.  i remember when i was young my family used to go camping. we would build fires and roast marshmellows and sleep out under the stars, and one time i must have been about 7 my older brother and father and i went for a walk around the lake, well it was fall and i have this picture in my head of the trail being all closed in, ducking under branches and climbing over rocks, struggling...my dad in front and my brother behind, both of them watching out for me...and then it opened up into a field and the ground was covered in red and orange leaves, and my dad started singing "i have decided to follow Jesus" and my brother and i joined in, singing at the top of our lungs as we walked onward....a beautiful memory.

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What a wonderful thread....

My favorite earliest memory was when I was in pre-school.  My mom and my best friend from pre-school's mom took turns driving us to school every morning.  And when it was my friend's mom's turn to pick me up, my mom and I would always sit on the bottom step when I was ready for school, facing the front door, to where we could see the driveway, and we would sing until she came to pick me up.  We would sing song after song after song... we'd even make songs up.  I made one up called "I know... how about a Christmas tree?"  *tear*  Wow- it's a nice change to think about good memories of my past! Thank you for this thread (((linnea)))!!!

Love,
Stefanie

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Meeting my friend Gulia is definetely one of my earliest memories.  We had both moved to that area when we were three, and we met at a swim and gym class.  We bonded immediately.  And alas, I remember her coaxing me to the gym (I hated the gym part) and me coaxing her into the pool (she hated the swim part)...hmm, that sounds pretty accurate for most of our friendship!  We are pretty much total opposites, but hey, it must have worked because we've been friends for 15 years this month.

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This is pretty uneventful, but it makes me smile:

I was just learning to walk without having to brace myself against things all the time, so I wandered away from my mom in the backyard and went over to a potted plant near the back door and put a big handful of dirt in my mouth. :)

Kat

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Kat - that is just gorgeous and the sort of thing that my own little girl does :)

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I remember when I was little and we got two ducks (we lived in the city) and named them Porky and Prissy. We were making a pond for them in the backyard and mom was squatting patting some of the mud on the banks of the pond and Porky came up behind and nipped her on the bottom and she fell in the muck!!! We all laughed so hard.

Porky and Prissy ended up being Porkina and Prissy. Prissy started pecking alot and hurting Porkina so we had to give them to a lake near by.

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I have a lot of very fond early memories but one that stands out the most is when I was 7 and I met my best friend.  We started out as enemies and even got into a physical fight.  After the fight we were both sent to the principals office where we were told we had to spend a week together without fighting, we soon became best friends and 25 years later we still are

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I have a few:

My dad drove a truck for the now bankrupt Emporium when I was really young. He would be gone for weeks at a time hauling triples all over the western US and sometimes all the way to Texas or Oklahoma. When he would come home he would show us postcards from the places he went and he would smell like cigarettes and gasoline (most people hate those smells but i love them). Sometime he would take one of us with him because the cabs had beds in them. I remember waking up on one such trip and seeing the sun rise over the Snake river. It was so gorgeous.

My mothers mom doesn't like me so no fond memories. My dad's parents were much older. They were 40 when my dad was born and my dad was 40 when I was born so I have very few memories of my grandpa. My grandma was legally blind from macular degeneration (sp?) but i can remember rolling her coconut and oatmeal cookies into balls for baking when I was 4 or so. She moved from Oregon with us when I was 9 and passed away when I was almost 14. She was the only person in my family to get a masters degree and was so intelligent. Her blindness was extremely frustrating. I would come home from school everyday and do my homework and then sit with her and do the New York Times crossword. I had no idea what half of the words in the questions were let alone the answers but she knew them all. It was awe inspiring and the highlight of my day.

Hugs,
Amanda

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I was sitting in the car with my Mom driving on a sunny day and just listening to the radio. My mom was humming under her breath as she drove and I was resting my head against the window.

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what a great idea, its a nice change


my 1st memory, i was only 10 months old. my mom, dad and i were on vacation in North Carolina. I remember my dad carrying me, and i remember laying my head on his shoulder and feeling so secure. when i told my mom about this memory, she looked at me in shock and said "YOU WERE ONLY 10 MONTHS OLD!!!"

then, i remember my 2nd birthday party. i remember hiding under the table and crying, as everyone sang to me lol. then i remember sitting on my favorite aunts lap, opening my present from her. she got me one of those things that look like a t.v. that have the picture that goes across the screen and plays music. it was orange and white.

i remember my 4th birthday party, my cousin and i had our parties together (he is only 13 days younger than me) there were ALOT of ppl there. it was so much fun.

i remember counting to my grandma when i was about 4 and saying 28 29 20-10 20-11 20-12 lol.

i remember sitting on my daddys lap, eating fudge out of the pan with him.

my favorite memory is gonna be confusing as to why its my favorite, but i will explain it after i tell what it is. my mom and dad were arguing, and i hid in the closet, terrified. i didnt come out til my mom finally found me like an hour later. i was 4 at this time. now, the reason thats my favorite memory is because that is literally the only time i ever saw my mom and dad yell at eachother, or even yell period. they never fought, they had a great relationship. i was scared because yelling like that was all new to me, at the age of 4. it is a HUGE comfort to me to know how well they got along with eachother.

i have more good memories, so i will add to this later.

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My earliest positive memory - hmmm I would have probably been about two years old. I know I still had a nappy on and anyway I was climbing up these monkey bar things and mum had her hand on my bum supporting me and I just knew that I could go as high as possible and mum would never ever let me fall.

Probably my favourite childhood memory would have to be with my grandpa. He was always doing stuff like this but anyway one day I was talking about how I had lost all my baby teeth and now the tooth fairy wouldnt come to me anymore. Well he went to the cupboard, pulled out one of those lolly teeth, broke one off and put it in a glass for me to put beside my bed. I did and when I woke up the next morning there was $2 in there and my grandpa was just grinning and said 'never say never'.

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I'm glad people have "found" this thread again.

There have been good things in our lives - and there will be (and are) again!

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Don't know if this would be considered a positive memory but I guess you could say the happiest day of my life was when my mother and I moved out away from my father. I didn't care what he did or even said to me, I didn't have that heavy weight on my shoulders anymore I felt and whatever he did or said couldn't hurt me anymore. That, I think, is the happiest day I will remember.

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I used to dance a lot when I was a child. Never anything formal, just in my living room with no idea how to do any particular steps the "right" way. I danced to the Nutcracker music which my parents had on tape. That was one of my favorites because I would pretend that I was in the play and knew all the right ballet steps, and it was a wonderful feeling to dance knowing that every move I made was just perfect. I also used to dance whenever ice dancing came on TV. I would pretend that I was one of the ice dancers. I loved that idea so much I played it with my little people figures (kind of like dollhouse figures but I'd take pretty much anything I could find that was the right size, so I ended up with a weird collection that included Fisher Price, cornhusk dolls, plastic animals, Playmobil, etc.). I set up a mirror and that was the skating rink and then I'd play music for them and they'd skate around and sometimes if my mom would play with me she'd light a candle to make the atmosphere even more special. I also used to think I could breakdance. :D I'd probably seen it on TV, and then I tried to imitate it by spinning around on the kitchen floor on my behind.

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Hey, I like this thread. I've been out of town so just saw it. I've missed this stuff-I'm glad I'm back! Anyway, I think my best, earliest memory was gitting the cat that we had from the time I was three until I was 21. He was the cutest little kitten. I was only three and probably chased him around a lot and didn't handle him correctly--I remember finding him behind the couch. But that cat was the best for the whole 18 years that he lived. He was very playful and affectionate and never once hissed, clawed or bit anyone--even when my sister and I would dress him up in doll clothes. God, I loved that cat!

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