[linnea]

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

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

[Frenchy]

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.

[startrails]

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.

[thriver]

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!

[jaded_chaos]

My earliest postitive memory was when I was 4.

~I was at my parents house(well, trailer) and suddenly my mom's grandparents pull into the driveway! My "dad" yells at us all(mom, me and my brother) to hide. I start crying. Daddy has to hide us, in hopes they'll think we're not home. But then my mom does the only good thing I've ever seen her do in my life, and she goes and opens to door. I know she probably got a good beating for doing that. Because you see, my grandparents were there for ME. They collected the stuff I absolutely needed, talked for a few minutes, and took me away from there. I never had to go back again. I was so happy I was jumping up and down. Sure maybe it made my real mom feel bad, but I didn't care. I was gonna be free from being hurt.

~My next positive memory is from that same time period. I was in the social services office and I guess my grandma was doing some paperwork to get the adoption set up. There was this awesome antique doll house. OMG I wanted it! I played with it the whole time.(I got one just like it for my 7th birthday!)

~Lastly, my last happy memory is when I was five. I had had my operations on my eye(my retina had been detached for some time due to hard blows to the head) and had fully healed. We were in court. I don't remember much of it. I just remember seeing my new mommy and daddy sitting up by the judge saying they wanted me. My "old" parents had no trouble signing over rights, my new mommy(grandma) says thats because they were afriad of going to jail. My social worker gave me a strawberry shortcake doll! She was nice. We left and I just remember thinking "This is my new mommy and daddy" and feeling happier then I ever had before in my short life.

~If only I had reflected more on these memories as a teen, ha! Mighta saved my mom some backtalk and grief:-P

I love my parents so much. Gosh. Thanks for this, now I'm actually looking forward to going home next week for spring break!

[Mardi]

My favorite earliest memory is one that wraps me like a blanket when I struggle with daily crap....

When I was between 3-5 ( not completely sure how old) I stayed with my paternal grand parents... I remember my nanna putting me to bed... she would curl me up in her lap and smooth my hair ... I remember holding her cameo pendant that i would rub between my thumb and finger as I drifted off to sleep...I remember her smell and her voice singing me to sleep so clearly that it feels like the 30 years in between then and now is but a moment... to this day i always wear my own cameo and going to the hair dressers is comical as I start to fall to sleep if anyone plays with my hair.... lol


(ps can you tell I adored my nanna lol)

[starry]

i was an infant...my mother was rocking me in a rocking chair in front of a mirror...i saw my reflection in the mirror as she rocked me...i knew it was me...i saw myself wrapped in my baby blanket and remember the fact that i was only as big as her lap from head to toe...i remember exactly WHICH baby blanket it was!

[BrokenAngel_90]

my earliest positive memories...

When I was between 3 and 5 me and my cousins would spend a lot of time together which really made me happy, we'd go outside and play with bugs or just stay inside and play power rangers or something like that :P/>

When I was 9 I met the greatest friend of my life and me and her are still best friends to this very day.. when we were younger we used to spend so much time together.. when my mom and her husband were always fighting she was always there to comfort me when I needed a friend... :)/>

Cassondra xo

[dannyboy]

just.. my little sister. Taking her places with me when she was too little to go by herself.

[headface]

When my big brother stuck up for me when we were kids :)/>

[DreamBeliever]

My very first memory is when I was 2 and we lived in our first house. I came down the stairs, which turned to the left at the bottom, and my dad was in the kitchen cooking bacon for me for breakfast.

I think my favorite childhood memory would have to be when I was 3 and we had just moved into our new house. My mom and her friend went to the store and I threw a fit because I wanted to go but had to stay home with dad and the friend's husband. Mom told me they'd bring me home something and I remember thinking "oh yeah, a candy bar.. I want to goooooo!" When then came home I ran out into the car port to meet them and sitting on the friend's lap was an adorable little kitten! We named him Bailey and had him until I was 17.

This is a great thread!!

[Louise]

I was just thinking about this particular wonderful thread tonight and thought I'd boost it :)/>

[Willow16]

I remember when I was 4, right before we moved to the US from France, there was a hot-air balloon that landed in our front yard. It was so pretty...a silken river of orange, red, green and blue spilled onto our yard as the air hissed out in long whispers. I still think of that balloon.

Thanks for boosting this thread, Lou! It made my day :)/>

[Katy]

My earliest positive memory is sitting on top of a double decker bus going with my mum to Weston (the beach) singing songs. We were entertaining all of the "old" people on the bus....and they were singing along also. It was just really simple, and really nice. I was about 4 I think.