4th of July....good friends, good food, bonfire and fireworks. :joylove:

riding horses bareback and barefooted for hours and hours

You must have ONE good thing?

The only thing comparable to my memories of my childhood are my memories of my children's childhoods.

Tablerock Lake...

Fun, friends, family, water, sun, long talks, good memories, lots of firsts, and lots of trouble!

Being in the audience of the Bozo the Clown show.

You misinterpreted that... I don't remember most of my childhood. With the exception of a few brief flashes, from two to eleven is a blank. My teen years were difficult.
Skiing with my best-friend is probably my best, I was thirteen or fourteen. We restored the boat, mowed lawns for oil and gas, used antique wooden skis.

There ya go dude !!!

Frogs croking around a lake in Mississippi state park , low on money we cought our dinner that day .

Running wild in the Adirondaks for years, then moving back here and being part of The Oyster Bar crew.

The Oyster Bar crew

SHUCK IT BABY !!!!!!

How interesting. I could have written the above statement nearly word for word. I previously posted one of the few memories I have prior to age 11.

I know why mine is blank, but that's a different discussion :thepain3: .

Stormie

My mum will testify to the hours upon hours that I would pitch and then field a ball against a wall, or steps, or whatever was around.

It was the fatherless only child's version of catch.

Building a tree house with my cousins (all boys) in the Maine woods.

Diving off the float and then hiding under it at Tripp Lake.

I came downstairs on my birthday to find a fully constructed jungle gym in the living room.