Wonderful Memories

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Heyeveryone.. This thread was inspired by VioletReigns.. Thank you, Violet. :) What are some of your favorite memories? It could be something you did with relatives, or a favorite place that you went to, or even a song that has special meaning to you. Tell me your stories!! :eek:

One of my favorite memories is of my best friend's neighbor when we were children. His name was Johnny Walker and he would always give Celina (my friend) and me a Hershey's chocolate bar when we went to his house.. :)
 
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I remember poking a stick at things.


Good times.








I'm being serious.
 
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blue_ladybug said:
Heyeveryone.. This thread was inspired by VioletReigns.. Thank you, Violet. :) What are some of your favorite memories? It could be something you did with relatives, or a favorite place that you went to, or even a song that has special meaning to you. Tell me your stories!! :eek:

One of my favorite memories is of my best friend's neighbor when we were children. His name was Johnny Walker and he would always give Celina (my friend) and me a Hershey's chocolate bar when we went to his house.. :)
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One of my favorite memories is from my freshman year of college. My second semester I had a class in the computer labs with my favorite professor, a fellow Christian. We had a class period in which he said we could stay and work on our essays or leave and work on them in our own time. I was the only one who stayed, he wasn't worried about me writing the essay, so we sat there playing scrabble and talking during what was normally class time.....he has since passed away, but I always enjoyed talking to him...he was always teasing me during class too
 
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I'll be serious for you BLB.

I remember in church, the grownups use to take breaks,... us kids would be able to go play on the playground for 20 mins.

I would meet a girl by the swing sets, and I'd push her on a swing, as we talked about how good and bad life could be.
We were only 9 or 10 years old.

Had I known how bad things can and would truly get as I got older,... I never would have left that park. :(

 
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I'll be serious for you BLB.

I remember in church, the grownups use to take breaks,... us kids would be able to go play on the playground for 20 mins.

I would meet a girl by the swing sets, and I'd push her on a swing, as we talked about how good and bad life could be.
We were only 9 or 10 years old.

Had I known how bad things can and would truly get as I got older,... I never would have left that park. :(
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See the little children
Living in a world that I left behind
Happy little children
In the playround in my mind
 
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If we as children, could have known how life would turn out for some of us, I think we'd stay kids forever..
 
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one of my fave memories came at a time i was completely broken:

i dated a guy for almost 5 yrs. we broke up, and i needed to tell my parents because they're my parents (lol). my plan was to be all kinds of strong and just say, "mom. dad. (insert name here) and i broke up." i walked into the kitchen, and said, "i need to tell you guys something." i guess my dad knew something was up because he said, "i know honey. what is it?" and i just burst into tears and told them. my mom went into ministry mode, and my dad just held me. my mom started praying for me, and my dad just continued to hold me. his prayer was simple but so moving to me. all he said was, "God, she's my baby. please see my baby."

here, i clearly saw in physical form how God holds us when we're so broken and hurt. to this day, i still tear up thinking about it. to see how much God cares.
 
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melita916 said:
one of my fave memories came at a time i was completely broken:

i dated a guy for almost 5 yrs. we broke up, and i needed to tell my parents because they're my parents (lol). my plan was to be all kinds of strong and just say, "mom. dad. (insert name here) and i broke up." i walked into the kitchen, and said, "i need to tell you guys something." i guess my dad knew something was up because he said, "i know honey. what is it?" and i just burst into tears and told them. my mom went into ministry mode, and my dad just held me. my mom started praying for me, and my dad just continued to hold me. his prayer was simple but so moving to me. all he said was, "God, she's my baby. please see my baby."

here, i clearly saw in physical form how God holds us when we're so broken and hurt. to this day, i still tear up thinking about it. to see how much God cares.
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that's great, melita.. :)
 
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A secluded state forest in Kentucky where I can play under a waterfalls, and no one ever comes... that I have seen yet,....and as a little girl, me and my grandma on her porch swing singing songs, and eating our sandwiches.
 
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tbh my greatest memories have been here in cc. the times when I was touched by other ppls hearts the times when I was overcome with love and compassion the times when God and I connected deeply the times when I saw the true heart of God here in cc the times when I saw ppl going out of their way to help ppl and pray for them with such passion and care and of course the times when everyone put up with me when I was being crazy as I was a very strange babe in Christ lol
 
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'k, who'd like to hear all about all six times through labor and delivery?

good times. :)
 
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Well, I had a cute little pink plastic tub rowing up with a yellow rubber ducky. Anyway, my dad got tired of constantly stepping on it hurting his feet and so he threw it away. Guess what I did, I went into the outside garbage can and dug it out. When he got home the next morning I was out playing with it and was wondering where I found it. After that he gave up trying to throw it away.
 
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psychomom said:
'k, who'd like to hear all about all six times through labor and delivery?

good times. :)
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Just once was enough for me,
and that was the worst ten minutes of my life.

But after that, all the best memories I ever had on earth came through that time.

Children are such a blessing they truly are (hugs)
 
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I love the memory of watching my first foster father (I had two) mowing the backyard while I was swinging on the swing set he built for us kids. I can still smell the aroma of mimosa trees in bloom and fresh mown grass, still feel the warm air in my face as I sailed high in the air on that swing. And when my dad turned to smile at me and my siblings, I thought we were the luckiest kids in the world! :)
 
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When my kids were young, we had a menagerie of pets: two cats, a dog, a parakeet, guinea pigs, rabbits, hamsters (of which I wasn't too fond), and a robin who stuck around even after we nursed him to adulthood. Since our dog and cat got along with the little critters, the robin figured he'd hang around, too.

The funniest thing was when the dog, cats and parakeet would "play tag". Oh man, they'd charge through the house like kids! One time the dog would chase the cats and the bird. Other times the parakeet squawked and chased after the dog and cats. And the cats would chase the dog with the bird screeching and flying right behind them. We'd all howl laughing at them! It was too cool!
 
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gotta keep this thread going :)

i think it was last year. one of my patients walked in with a bag of chocolates. she said she just bought them and didn't want to leave them in the car to melt. while checking out, she said they were on sale, so i said, "oh i gotta go buy some now!" about an hour later, she reappears at my office and gives me a bag of chocolate. "i went back to buy some for my mother-in-law and decided to get some for you too!" yaaaaaaaaaas :)
 
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My wife and I use to spend our annual vacation visiting her parents who lived half a continent away, driving the 2200 miles, stopping only for food and fuel, sharing the driving time, although my wife preferred to sleep and I have driven the whole distance a time or two enjoying the scenery albeit obscured by a pillow on one side. We invested in a tent before starting out on one of these journeys thinking that we could crash out for a few hours in the comfort of our sleeping bags if the need for sleep arose and sure enough after driving for some twenty hours after putting in a hard day at work I found my eyelid muscles were stronger then my finger muscles and it was time for a sleep.

I woke my wife up and informed her of my intentions and we both scanned the lonely prairie highway looking for a place to pullover and pitch the tent. After a short while we spotted a sign indicating a provincial campground ahead. Within a minute or so we pulled off the highway and followed a road lined with some sort of trees that led to the campground. Interestingly there were multiple signs that stated do not pick the nuts by the trees and then there was the campground proper, void of any another camper on a glorious late September morning. Within a few minutes I had the tent up and the sleeping bags laid out inside and in the meantime the wife had supervised our two dogs, an Afghan Hound and a St Bernard, while they romped after gophers.

We had just laid down when I felt the earth vibrating and I could hear a distant rumble and then I heard a YEE HAW which brought me to my feet and as I peered out the small tent window I watched as a small herd of cattle driven in reckless abandon by a handful of cowboys stampeded through our camping spot. I'm pretty sure one of the cowboys had a great big grin on his face as he galloped past our tent yee hawing and whistling. Within a few minutes we had gathered the tent and dogs back into the vehicle, avoiding the fresh cow pies. Invigorated by our brief layover and wide awake we headed back to the highway along the tree lined road noting a group of six or seven nuns, a few up and the others around one of the trees. As we passed by it seemed the nuns were smiling.
 
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This incident happened to me during high school shop class and to this day I don’t think I ever laughed so hard in my life.

Print shop class consisted mostly of boys back in the 1970’s. During that time, I was one of the few girls who completed the course. During my sophomore year, I had to contend with rowdy urban boys who liked to torment and embarrass me on a regular basis. Most days I ignored them. But one day I decided to fight back at two of the particular ornery guys, Jose and Lavond. I shot words back at them that would have raised the hair on my mama's neck.

Our instructor, who had just moved to the USA from Trinidad, overheard the three of us using foul language and was mortified. After giving us a harsh lecture in a thick Creole accent, he made us leave the class by assigning us paper delivery to the storage room. We loaded bales of wrapped reams of fresh cut paper onto a heavy bed cart. I pushed the tremendously heavy shop door and held it open while the two young men rolled the old lumbering cart through. Then we headed down the long corridor leading to the front office.

Jose and Lavond grumbled and moaned all the way to the office, blaming me alone for getting us kicked out of the shop room. I grumbled back at them. We were all in an ugly, somber mood.

After completing our task and heading back to print shop with the empty bed cart, Jose suggested I sit on the cart while they pushed it, which I did. I had on a short skirt (it was the 70’s, remember? LOL) so I wrapped my ankles together to keep my skirt from going up.

That was all these boys needed to resume their teasing. I shot back at them all over again. Suddenly, foolishness seized their male juvenile brains and chuckling like chimps, they began to race the cart down the hall, believing I couldn’t jump off at that speed and with that short skirt on.

Faster and faster they went laughing their fool heads off as I shrieked like a banshee all the way down the corridor. It quickly dawned on me that they couldn’t stop in time and that we’d crash into the heavy shop door, injuring me in the process. So I took a chance and leaped off the cart running as fast as I could so the cart didn’t hit me in the back of my legs.

Luckily, I was a fast runner and I made it in time to push open the heavy door and get inside the shop. Unfortunately, those two idiots were seconds behind and as that big cart hit the door, it pushed me forward, sprawling me spread eagle across the floor smack dab in front of our instructor. At the same time, Jose and Lavond, trying to steer the wobbly cart, crashed head-on into the lavatory door with a horrendous BOOM that echoed through the shop.

If that wasn’t comical enough, our instructor looked at me sitting on the floor laughing my head off, looked at the boys hunched over the cart handle in total hysterics, then uttered, “Oooohhhhh Gawd, these American kids are soooo (insert expletive) craaaazzzeeee!”

Of course, we got a week of detention. But those boys and I laughed the entire rest of the day and into the weeks and months that followed each time the incident was mentioned. The best thing about it was, Jose and Lavond became my friends and didn’t tease me so much from then on. LOL:D
 
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