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Weekenders!!!

It's that time again. For Michele's weekend Meet-n-Greet. Some frown, but others gleefully play.

Here's a question for all who visit here, whether on your own or from Michele's:

Last night during a prayer meeting, I had a memory flash through my mind. More like the shadow of the memory. I was five years old or younger and I was begging my father for a peanut butter cake. I really wanted one, and even though I was interupting the adult conversation and probably being a regular brat...my Dad quit what he was doing to search for a recipe for a peanut butter cake...uhm, I don't think he ever found one so he made me a chocolate one with peanut butter frosting. This is probably the best memory I have of my father. So - what is your favorite childhood memory?????

Comments

Here from Michele's.

I don't know about a best childhood memory, maybe it was this. Then again, maybe not.
Ciera said…
I looked - not sure whether to laugh or say "ouch! I'm sorry'.
Karen said…
Ooh, good question. (By the way, Michele sent me.) I guess it would be hanging out with my family in the summer at a racetrack. My dad drove sports cars as a hobby.
Anonymous said…
My mother putting her pearls around my neck for my second grade school pictures....is one.
Shannon said…
Wow - toughie. I haven't had enough coffee yet to answer that one.

Michele sent me. Have a great weekend!
Lu said…
Love the question! I really have so many...

1) I loved playing in the sheets mom would hang out to dry. I loved the way the smell and the shadows you could make with your hands.

2) I loved riding horses with my dad in the mountains.

3) I loved the way the house smelled of home cooked meals when I came home from school.

4) Giggling with my two sisters and playing jokes on each other

Hi from Michele
Michelle said…
Good morning! Here via Michele. Mine would be when I was about 5 my family and I used to sit in the living room on Saturday nights and listen to a local radio station that was having total request night. My dad would call in some requests and we would listen to it until bedtime. funny how when you think about it 28 years ago we didn't really watch much tv and now that is all we do! Wow 28 years! I feel older now.
RC said…
My favorite childhood memory is playing Frisbe with my Cheewawa dog Lucky, until he caught fire after he crashed into my dads Barbar-Q, but he lived who a few more weeks until our fish ate him.

Hi, Michele sent me!

I hope you have a nice weekend, Ciera, and fun playing Michele's weekend game! Nice to meet you!
J Anderson said…
Having my first computer. Michele sent me.
Anonymous said…
hehe, am I one of the frowners?

Great story about your dad. He really did the right thing at that moment, as it's stayed with you all these years.

I think one of my fondest memories is road games -- traveling with the school basketball team to distant games on Friday nights. Man, that was fun!
utenzi said…
I don't have one, Ciera. My memory fades in around the age 13.

Michele sent me.
rashbre said…
I can remember teaching my sister how to smash flowerpots at an early age. Did not go down well with Mum.

Michele suggests I should not skip you.
Michelle sent me

I guess I remember getting in trouble with my dad when we were shopping and then my dad felt he was wrong for being upset with me and he went out and bought me a surprise without me knowing and then apologized to me. It had a great impact on me
Jean-Luc Picard said…
My favourite childhood memory is going shopping in the local town. It was still in a pre-war stlyle, the, We also visited my grandmother when doing this.
Kim said…
Hello, Michele sent me. My favorite has to be my 5th birthday when I got a yellow striped kitten.
Anonymous said…
omg! Too many to share!

I am hear via Michele's meet and greet and I plan to browse around for a while! Lovely blog! :)
Chana
www.bunnyburrow.com
kenju said…
What a good question! My best memory of my Dad is what he cooked for me: steak and french fries the size of my fingers, apple pies, soft-boiled eggs when I was sick, blackberry cobbler, etc. He was a very good and caring man.
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