Memoirs: Childhood memories

by Graham Hayward

My Stolen Sister She was one of two sisters of mine. She was physically strong, graceful, and dedicated to gymnastics. Out of four children, I was sure she would be the most successful. She had such discipline and dri...read more

by JCS

More Important than Presents As a child, Christmas held great importance because it almost always meant a trip to the farm. We would pack up the car in the early morning, even on a school day. I would see my friends wal...read more

by best4writing Ann Patterson

Christmas in a World at War Holidays for both the servicemen and their families during World War II were not the same in 1941 to 1945. Those who served across the world in two wars: in Europe and in Japan. Hearts we...read more

by Mame Burkett

When I was a little girl there was an old apple tree in my front yard. I remember seeing a picture of my grandparents standing under its wide apple laden branches as newlyweds in their first home. It wasn't a tall tree o...read more

by David Duncan

The Meadow Maybe, you had a special place growing up where you would go and pretend to be anyone and anywhere you wanted to be. As a child, the border between this world and the world of "make believe" was a tiny, wire...read more

by Shirley Hess

She was four years old at the time, and many years have passed since, but she can still taste the warm milk, and smell the indoor winter smell. Parenting books have long since decided that a four year old shouldn't be drin...read more

by Bernard Wessling

A SUMMER TO REMEMBER My favorite memories from my Canadian summer as a child include catching a 300 plus pound member of the flounder family of fish, standing in a boat waste deep in hundreds of 15 pound flip-flopping ...read more

by Markus Webster

By The Cow In Centerfield "Adrian, it's for you. I think it is Justin," my mom said while I sat at the dinner table. It was a typical August night while I was in high school. I got up to take the phone and it, indeed, w...read more

by Setloholo sa Robose Sethunya

The Unwelcome Return We had been out in the local market and missed the last taxi home. My mother and I crocheted shawls, scarves, place mats and hats to sell door to door, or at the local market, which was close to thr...read more

by Raine

My early childhood was spent on a farm. I was born in 1940, abandoned by both of my parents at the age of 6 months. My grandmother brought me to a family who lived on a farm. It was supposed to be a temporary situation but...read more

by Larry Atwell

It was 1955 and we were living in Pittsburgh, PA, when I had my first car accident at the tender age of five. No I did not have a driver's license or apparently many lessons on driving my little toy car. My mother wa...read more

by Grace Olivia Nordberg

Flash back- Cops, flash, pogo stick, flash, vomit, flash, darkness, flash, pain, flash, hunger, flash, loneliness, flash, sitting alone on the school bus, flash, dumping vodka out, flash, tears, flash, being smacked in the...read more

by Miss Amber

Sometimes me and my little brother sit for hours and download music that reminds us of when we were kids.....like music we used to listen to and dance around the living room with our dad...... Sometimes I crack up laugh...read more

by Shawn Norris

My mother is crying in her bedroom. A high, thin sound escaping in irregular bursts through the pillow she is using to muffle the sound. I don't know this sound. It's almost unbearable in its newness, vibrating inside my s...read more

by Dennis Page

THREE DAYS OF FREEDOM It was an exhilarating experience of rebellious proportion. We had spread our wings and were on cloud nine with this new found independence. The emotional shackles of parental control had been brok...read more

by Sarah Bridgeman

Beach Days By Sarah Bridgeman "If its warm enough tomorrow we'll go to the beach" For once I'd willingly go to bed and pray that when morning came it would indeed be warm enough. "Is it warm today Mum?", "Well...read more

by Channing Merced

When I was ten I was fascinated with my future. My mind was constantly spinning one story after another that would, I was sure, end up being the story of my life. I imagined I'd go to college, get married, and become a f...read more

by Aranel

Far out and in the deep One summer morning when the days were empty of priorities and school was out, I decided to venture over to Quin Quin's home. The sidewalk I stepped on was paved, and the hedges were bright green....read more

by Kim Trammell

The adventure began as an innocent sleepover at the house of my best friend, Jamie. We spent the evening playing games, watching movies, and doing all the things that typical nine year old girls do. Some time around midnig...read more

by Jim Barton

More Memories! Some people say I'm a sad old man! There's a lot that say I'm a daft old man! Who am I... to argue? Takes one to know one!... says I. Each night as I drift slowly to the Land of Nod' my ...read more