I remember when my I was laerning how to ride a bike without the support wheels on the side. My dad would run with me while i rode, and then, suddenly, he just let go. I started riding solo for the first time. until i turned back to ask him to go faster. needless to say, I crashed right after looking back, but the sensation of being able to say "I rode by myself" as soon as i got up still feels me with some innocent pride about it.

Travelling to tahiti when I was 4, it was an entirely different world.

We would have huge parties out on the frozen lake with everyone all ice fishing!

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Favourite memory? Waking up early one summers morning on the banks of Loch Ness, Scotland. Sun bright. Mist just clearing. Dad frying bacon! Heaven

Going to McDonalds for my first time in Moscow Russia. That hamburger was the best after years of eating borsht :)

My favorite memory is when after Grandpa's pond at his farm was filled, he striped down to his undies & splashed around with me and the dogs

going to the museum with my working mom-- maybe i've made it more significant in retrospect. she really couldn't afford the time off.

Seeing the pacific ocean for the first time, I think I must have been about 5. What a sight!

My fondest memory was kissing my first and last love. We were 13. We're married and just celebrated our 60th birthdays.

One of my favorite childhood memories is the day we brought my baby sister home from the hospital. My other sister and I were bouncing up and down in the back seat trying to catch a peek over my mother's shoulder at the tiny face in the baby blanket. I also remember watching my dad lower 6-packs of empty ginger ale bottles from the 2nd floor balcony to the backyard using what he called a "bottle elevator" (which probably was nothing more than a wire coat hanger and string.)

http://bit.ly/pplbby It was my firth birthday and inside my parents' Brooklyn brownstone I was running around with three colorful stripes splashed across both my cheeks and a maroon cape tied to my neck. The apartment was spilling over with other three year olds and their parents while in the railroad-style kitchen my mother energetically flipped palacscintas, Hungarian pancakes. All at once two dozen helium balloons dropped mysteriously from the tin ceiling to the floor in the living room; this was clearly not supposed to happen. I dove over the sea of balloons--popping each and every one of them. It was the most fun I have ever had at a birthday party!

My fondest memory is probably my first travel to the US with my parents. I was 10 or so and making this month-long road trip in the middle west left me truly unforgettable memories.

My favorite childhood memory is staying outside at night, watching the sky with my best friend, trying to recognize the stars and constellations and talking about 'nothing'.

I was really happy :-)

Haha....my learning to bike memory is almost exactly like that. But one of my favorite memories revolves around my first trip on a plane. The plane itself was exciting enough, mind you, but it was the fact that when I got ON the plane in upstate New York there was snow and ice under overcast skies and the temp was, I don't know, in the teens (F) and when we got OFF just 3 and a half hours later in Florida it was 75 degrees and sunny. It was miraculous!

@ petapixel My favourite childhood memory is the day my baby sister was born.

My favourite childhood memory is of going on Volksmarches every weekend as a child, while living at a military base in Germany. We'd enjoy seeing the gardens, many wall murals and orchards. Every 10 km walk ended with a metal and a delicious bratwurst with fries.

I remember laying on my back in a tall grass, looking at the white clouds pass on a blue sky.

Mt favorit memory is my first travel in Sardinia,when I whas 18

I loved going on vacation with my grandparents.

My favorite childhood memory is visiting Greece in a truck with my grandfather.

I fell in love with the country that moment.

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my favorite childhood memory is shoveling snow with my dad...but actually making caves in the piles of snow he shoveled and hiding out in there until he was done. :)

My favourite childhood memory is when in kinder-garden I always used to sit under a tree reading a book and my mom came there to find me.

Me and a girl, at the age of 4/5 or so, we had a cardbord box. we made windows and a door, and we'd just fit. We always played "house" with that. Then her parents divorced and her mum took her to the Phillipines. I never saw her again. A month ago some-one found her on the internet. She's become a big girl now, yet very pretty hehe. Still it reminds me how basic, simple yet pure and fun it was. We didn't need 2500+ euro camera's, we needed a thrown-away box. Oh fun. :)

I remember the first day I got my little Boxer puppy. Mom and dad took my sister and me to a friend's farm where they had puppies. I had no idea we were getting one until they asked us to pick the one we wanted! I think I became an animal lover from that point forward!

One of my fave childhood memories: When I was about 6yrs old, we lived across the street from JFK beach. I used to get up early in the morning and go scoop jelly fish off the shore and put them back into the ocean. The feeling of doing something good, the sounds of the ocean and the tranquility of the moment still stay with me today.

I was a lego kid and posing next to an life size alien made of legos at Legoland was the highlight of my childhood.

My favourite memory is singing and shouting when when in a pedestrian underpass to here the echoes.

One of my favourite memories from when I was a kid was the trip I did with my dad out to the bush to see Halley's Comet. It was amazing to see it in perfect darkness away from city. I hope to be able to do the same thing when it returns.

One of my fondest childhood memories is visiting India with my parents, and managing to communicate with kids my age without language. It was amazing!

My favorite childhood memory is going on a fishing trip with my father. I was only young at the time, maybe 7 or 8. We took the canoe out on a beautiful calm lake. There we a bunch of frogs in the water, which my father would pick up with his oar to show me. When we headed back to the car, we came up on a bull moose, standing on top of a small rise - just like he was posing! It was a beautiful day :)

My best childhood memory was getting a kodak instamatic and taking my first pictures when i was 5 or 6 years old of my grand parents leaving for a trip to mexico. The pictures were blurry as hell and since the film had been left in drawer for too long they came out with this magenta tint. Most of them weren't even develeopped because they were all black. Ah the memories. Loved that camera.

My Favourite Childhood Memory was, when i learnd skiing. My dad puts me on those 2 long "things" and throw a clap on my ass. I went down the hole mountain (yeah it was a very little one) without a crash.
That was a fantastic feeling....but today i'm a snowboarder.... :)

My Dad building me a huge train set up with mountains and tunnels and towns. It was so complicated only he could play with it

My best childhood memory has to be spending each 4th of July at our friends' lakehouse - waterskiing, swimming, grilling, and best of all - homemade clam chowder and strawberry ice cream made with strawberries picked that same morning!

My favorite childhood memory (and about as far back as I remember) was a birthday party my aunt threw for me at the age of 5. I remember the cake so vividly, chocolate fudge frosted yellow cake. With 5 candles. Not sure why that memory stands out. I can even still taste that cake to this day :-)

My favorite childhood memory was going to my grandparents place everday during the week while my parents worked. Enjoying cooking with my grandma or fixing things around the house with my grandpa or even going out to the farm for the day. I wish I could give those same memories to my son.

"Fly me daddy fly me!" When I was very small the end of each day included a ritual. My dear father would take each of us kids, lift us above his head with his hand on our tummy and fly us around the room right before bedtime. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.

My fondest childhood memory was summer trips to various locations around the country in our faux-wood paneled '79 Pontiac Grand Safari Station Wagon.

My favorite childhood memory is waking up summer mornings and checking the lake (Tahoe) to see if it was glass or white caps.

One of the things i remember the most is when i walked with my mother and my sister from home to the family's restaurant. Every friday we got up early in the morning, around 5 a.m. and walk like 15 blocks or some. I remember those days especially because they were quite days and back then i used to hang a lot with my sister. I guess that's my favorite childhood memory.

Climbing in parents' bed and making clock-faces on Dad's bare back... with my baby teeth! Yeah, he would half-laugh half-scream but still let me make multiple ones... I think/hope I tickled him more than I hurt him. Thanks, Dad, for enduring with love, you always warm my heart. <3

I can always remember the day I built my first tree house. It was so big, I thought of it as my own palace; far away from grown-ups, a place to dream and stretch my imagination so far and wide that I'd almost forget where I was! At night I'd go up there with my brother and a lantern, and watch the stars move across the sky. It was magical.

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The day the orchestra instructor came to our elementary school classroom and taught us about violins. I went home that day and told my mom and dad I wanted to play. I must have been 6 or 7 at the time. I'm 32 now and I still play the violin.

For a time while I was in grades school, Dad worked second shift so we rarely saw him during the school week. Sometimes on Fridays, he'd wake us up at 2am when he got home from work with kisses and promises of banana pancakes. Us girls (I'm the eldest of 5) would gladly give up sleep for time with dad and his yummy pancakes.

When I little my father was severely ill in the hospital for more than three months over the Christmas holiday. We were told Christmas would be very simple that year one gift for each of us. Then on Christmas Eve total strangers showed up and brought us gifts and food. With no income because my father was in the hospital, I remember my mother in tears of joy and gratitude over their kindness. We never knew who they were or how they knew, but it made Christmas very special that year. Also my mom let us keep up our artificial tree until he came home in March. We wanted him to enjoy Christmas at home , too.

My favorite childhood memory was doing laundry with my mom and not being able to figure out how the clothes moved from the washer to the dryer.

I was born and raised in Malaysia and left for North America when I was 18. I now live in Vermont and have been away for over half my life. The best memories are the get together with relatives and friends and neighbors of various cultures and religions. It was great to live in a country of such strong multi cultures and enjoying the various festivities that each would offer. I miss the food, the people, and the awesome sense of community.

Being given my first camera by my Mum, an old Box Brownie, and taking my first photo. It was of my best friend, in her garden by her paddling pool.

My favourite childhood memory, (probably even the first thing that I can remember) was when I still sleep in a crib, looking at my dad take out his Nikon FE camera out of a steel tin (to prevent moist getting into his camera). It is my fondest memory and my first memory that's even camera related.

My favorite memory from my childhood is going to a soda fountain and being disappointed to learn that a soda fountain wasn't a huge fountain with statues in it and soda flowing freely. :-)

When I was 8-9 years old, I used to go to the mountains with my family and I took shots with a very primitive digital camera (a Toshiba if I remember correctly). You can tell I'm not very old now :)

My favorite memory is spending idyllic summer days with my best friend roaming through 1,000 acres of woods, creeks and plains.

When I was about 10, there was about 4 weeks solid that the temperature was very hot. We couldn't afford any kind of play pool and mom wouldn't let us (3 younger sisters) play in the sprinkler. After the 3rd day I asked if I could dig a swimming pool in the back yard. Both parents didn't think I had the determination to do it so they agreed. After 3 days of digging (pool size was about 4'x6' and only about 6 inches at that point) both mom and dad saw the determination and started to help me. When we were done we had a pool about 2' deep lined with some old plastic that my dad had found at a construction site. We filled the pool and the water almost immediately turned muddy in color. That didn't matter and my sisters and I all played in that thing for weeks. I think that was the first time that my parents believed that if I wanted something bad enough that I would stick to it. I remember a strong sense of pride and accomplishment. http://bit.ly/pplbby

My favourite childhood memory happened when I was about 4 years old, and I was babysat by my grandparents during the day. One week, my grandfather spent the entire week outside in the garage, which was very uncharacteristic... but then at the end of the week, he surprised me with a toy stable that he made completely by hand. It was made out of wood, and he stained it and everything... the perfect size for my favourite toy: My Little Ponies. I still have it today :)

pony rides at a local park...my grandfather used to take me and my cousin. good family sharing.

One of my favourite childhood memory is biking long distance everyday with my brother and others to explore different areas. I get so tired easily and my brother would always slow down so I can get back into the pack. The furthest we rode was 20 km and i was maybe only 10 years old.

My favorite childhood memory is going to my dad's Christmas party at Eastern Airlines in the big hangars at Laguardia in NYC. The hugeness of it all and hanging around the big airplanes sparked a love of aviation that has lasted a lifetime.

Easy, my favourite memory was camp. I loved running around and hanging out with friends.

My favorite childhood memory was when my Great Aunt Louise finally let me take a picture with her Ansco Sure Shot camera! (http://tinyurl.com/nhyzks)

One of my favorite—and vivid—childhood memories is getting caught in a huge rain storm in Venice while on vacation with my family. I was no more than 3 or 4. My brother and I both had raincoats and boots on, but we were soaked through. Had pizza for dinner at a small joint off a canal that evening.

By 7 I thought that nothing existed if I didn't see it and that things got better definition when I get closer. Weird, I know, that's why I remember it so well :)

I think my favorite childhood memory is squeezing oranges on a Saturday morning with my dad for fresh orange juice.

Wow. I don't know. Maybe my 5th birthday party? I got two Star Wars figures (this was 1977, I believe) and was ecstatic. That's the first one that jumps out at me. Probably because for my last birthday, my mom gave me a photo of me opening one of them. I certainly had a big smile on my face.

My favorite childhood memory was riding around on a 3-wheeler with a ski for the front wheel. The snow froze the throttle wide open and my Dad was yelling at me to hit the kill switch. It was a blast!

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My parents and myself were on a trip to Australia and we were crossing a wire suspension bridge in the rainforest atop a mountain. I was in front of my mom and dad was behind when we both decided at that same moment to start jumping on the bridge. I was impressed at the telepathic connection here, mom was not so much impressed. We really had that bridge swaying and bouncing and she was really "singing" about it. For the next few crossing she waited for us both to be across the bridge before she would step foot on it and to this day (13 years later) if there is anything like that near by she won't let us forget what we did to her and won't cross anything with us around. Ah, the memories....

I remember going camping in the Adirondacks in the summer. We stayed up extra late one night and watched the meteor showers and the northern lights.

Camping with my grandparents and performing skits that we made up for the family at night around the fire.

My favorite childhood memory is when I was 13. I had finally saved enough money and I bought my first SLR- a Minolta XG-9.

Conducting our own neighborhood Olympics, complete with events and metals we colored with bronze, gold and silver crayons. Priceless. http://bit.ly/pplbby

My favorite childhood memory is walking through the woods behind my great grandmothers old ranch house. My sisters and I would make up stories of the creatures who lived in the woods and then run back to the house in terror because we heard crazy noises! http://bit.ly/pplbby

My favorite childhood memory would be playing hide and seek in the forest in our backyard with all the neighborhood kids. It was the end of summer, and the sun was setting...the smell of wet moss and dirt brings me back to that day every time I smell it.

Pancakes! Homemade pancakes for breakfast almost every morning. You would think we would get sick of them, but my mom's pancakes were wonderful. She made them with mostly whole wheat flour, and I could eat at least 5 or 6.

I was about 11 years old and my hockey team was in the championship game of a tournament. I was the goalie. We made it through sudden death overtime and went into a shootout. They were the last to shoot, and we had the lead. If they scored, we went into round 2, if I stopped it we won. The kid tried to fake me and switched to his backhand, I kicked my leg out and stopped the puck with a kick save. Less than 15 seconds later I was at the bottom of a pile up happy as a clam.

Favorite childhood memory: having a two month long vacation in Hawaii. It was safe to stay out late, goto the beach almost everyday, picking fresh fruit off the trees, and no school!

Favourite childhood memory: My Mom's wedding to my step-father, she was so happy & beautiful that day. I was also glad that I didn't fall walking down the aisle (I was the flower girl), I dreamt the night before that I fell and rolled down the aisle.

I remember a summer trip to my grandparents' house, and I camped and fished with my Grandpa. I was frustrated the whole day since he was catching all the fish, then I put on the "wrong" lure for striped bass, and soon caught a 17lb, 36" striper! We had a great time, even with the sunburn and mosquito bites...

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my favorite childhood memory ? for a lensbaby and creative aperature kit ? That's just awesome ! ;-)

My favorite childhood memory was so funny the girls would cry and pee their pants laughing at us while we made fools of ourselves. We were covered in mud from head to toe, but it was totally worth the mess ! Being broke teens, unruly and usually ditching school, we headed straight for the metroparks. These metroparks are full of tree covered rolling hills, gulches, and ravines loaded with hardwoods,evergreens, and deciduous trees alike.

Our target would be a common poplar tree. These deciduous trees are a fast growing, soft wood that grows pretty straight, is very pliable, and is an unsuspecting source of entertainment. We would climb these poplar trees, to the tippy top(about 20 or 25ft) and start leaning back and forth. This created momentum causing the tree to sway from side to side. Once you had your tree swaying, you would throw your body away from the tree, kinda like you were going to hang drop from it while holding on for dear life with your hands.

This would make a poor poplar tree bend ever so slowly all the way back to the ground. Witnessing this would make absolutely anyone instantly bust into laughter. Sometimes the tree top would snap, sending you to the ground faster than expected which was usually sloped, so a tumble down the hill was almost certain. If you picked the right tree, you would bend it all the way back to earth and stand there while everyone laughed. There were no cell phones, internet, or cheap video cameras back then to capture our silly behavior, but every time i walked into the woods and saw prior trees bent to the ground, i couldnt help but think that was the most hilarious fun i ever had...

Best childhood memory is a summer wandering around L.A. and photographing everything in sight, with my new camera, that I bought with the money I earned mowing lawns. I came across a Lamborghini Countach and was taking pictures of it when the owner came over and asked me if I would like to ride in it,(in those days that wasn't a scary thing.) so we went down the PCH at a 180 mph. It was awesome! and I got the pics.

In the early 1970s we lived above Lake Olympia, in Medina, Washington (just a few minutes from Bill Gates' spread!) My dad salvaged a number of aluminum panels from a gas station that was being torn down outside Seattle, and installed them as a humongous slide down our lot, probably over 100 feet in length. Oddly I don't remember actually sliding on it - mostly I remember nearly dying from anticipation as my dad put the final touches on the affair. Ah - also remember my younger brother getting ejected from said slide, into a thicket of brambles. Took all evening to get all of the thorns out of him... And that was the end of the slide!

My favorite childhood memory is a summer spent in Barbados. I rode a jet ski for the first time and spent the summer running around with kids my age.

Summer camp was always fun.

My favorite childhood memory is when my father took me and my sister to one of the old windmills down by the beach in San Francisco. We walked to the tulip garden where we took a photo with my father, sister, and myself...and peter rabbit!

My favorite childhood memory was coming home from school to the smell of fresh homemade bread. This was rare because my mom usually worked 4 to midnight and this one time is still clear in my mind nearly 40 years later. We got to have some with real butter and brown sugar. Yum! It was a special day not because of the bread but because mom was there.

Little league baseball - state championship game - making a diving catch in a critical moment.

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Summer camp! I went to a nerd camp, and us nerds had great amounts of fun. And great amounts of hugs.

My favourite childhood memory is getting a bicycle for Christmas when I was nine, but not being able to go out on it as there was snow on the ground. I took our coal shovel out and made a path down one side of the street and up the other and when my father saw the effort I had made, he agreed to let me out on the bicycle - result!

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My favorite childhood memory is going to the black sea with my mom and skipping kindergarten. Spending the entire day out on the beach just playing around. Its a fantastic memory.

My favorite childhood memory? Favorite? Oh there are so many! Childhood is such a magic time. Probably my favorite is riding in the back of my folks' pickup in the evenings (back when that was legal) and smelling the country, feeling the air moving, the freedom and motion and magical sunsetting light... oh to smell the freshly cut hay and the livestock and the Earth again!

Fighting over a Bryan Adams T-shirt with my oldest brother- we brawled & brawled & eventually ripped the shirt. He died of cancer 2 years later & I always think of that fight & laugh. Or the time my other brother threw a brush at my head & I ducked & it broke a window. Oh to be the little sister...

Covering long cardboard tubes with coloured paper to make lightsabers. I would then do battle with my friend, who was similarly armed. Needless to say, our lightsabers didn't last very long before getting completely battered and discarded for the next! Over time our designs got more and more elaborate, with various bits of junk we found being incorporated into the handles.

Nowadays I have a ForceFX saber, which is considerably stronger..!

My favorite childhood memory was taking a cruise in the Caribbean.

As a very little girl, my Uncle Tom took us fishing on the ocean shore. I was very little, but I was the first one to catch a fish! I beat all the men and my cousins and brother! For some reason, that memory has always stuck with me! Thank you for the opportunity to win a Composer!

Very early on the morning of May 10, 1975, I was awakened by my father. My family and I then made the relatively short trip from our home in Shoreham, VT, to Fort Ticonderoga across the lake in Ticonderoga, NY. Sitting on top of my dad's shoulders in the very chilly near-dawn, I watched a re-enactment of Ethan Allen's 1775 capture of the fort. To a 9-year-old boy who was (and the 43-year-old who still is) fascinated by history in general and the American Revolution in particular, it was the most amazing night of my life. I'm in Atlanta now, but I still wish people, "Happy Ethan Allen Day" every May 10th....and boy, does it confuse them.

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I remember when I turned 16 and my mom opened the basement door for the first time. It was wonderful- I saw trees, grass, the sky! I'll never forget.