I have this vibrant, beautiful memory of being seven years old. I was dancing across the black and white tiled kitchen floor of a cottage we were renting in western Australia with my mother to ‘Crocodile Rock’. I was wearing a summery floral sun dress and my mother’s old ray bans, she was wearing a flowy red skirt as bright as poppies and we spun and spun and laughed until we felt sick.The little cottage was just magical, it felt like home. There were little chocolates tucked underneath the pillows and fresh, warm, whole grain bread on the counter with a hand written note giving instructions to an outdoor scavenger hunt which we obediently followed.
I was just listening to some Elton John and this memory came flooding over me, it made me so happy. So please, do share 
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I went to Sri Lanka on holiday with my parents when i was 7 and while i was there i got to ride an elephant along the beach it was supposed to be for 5 minutes but the elephant ran off with me on it’s back into these tree’s to eat the bannanas that were on them the elephant man and my parents couldn’t find me for 20m i should have been shi tting myself but because i was only 7 i didn’t understand how dangerous it was.
It was a great holiday that one i got to touch a crocodille ina pit with some massive stick it then snapped and tryed to bite it.
I can’t go back ther though as the Tsunami destroyed the whole area including the hotel 1 or 2 years after i was there.
When I was 6 and went to Majorca on my first holiday abroad. I was so excited about going on a plane and I loved the takeoff going so fast. Once we were there I was so happy and excited the whole holiday, I loved playing in the pool and going to the waterpark, going to the beach, going into the wee towns shopping and out to restaurants
I just had an amazing time and its a great memory
I have none, My childhood was spent being alone,moving around a lot, and going to many therapist at a young age
Awww how sweet!
One of my fondest memories have to be with my dad before my parents got a divorce and he used to take just me to the beach sometimes to have a father and daughter day and we would sit in the sun talking about nothing and everything! I would run in the water with him and have those squealy high pitched laughter’s because he was always tickle monster. It was just really nice, especially if it was one of those gloomy cloudy days and the beach was almost empty and it would be just us and a few people. I miss those days dearly
Aw, that’s precious!
Just remembering being little in general makes me smile. I remember little things, like when I was about five, I would watch Snow White every day, over and over again. I had the movie completely memorized, and by the time I was six, the tape from the VHS was all messed up from how many times it had been rewound and played. I remember truely believing that I would be a Power Ranger when I grew up, and how me and my older sister would play with our baby dolls for hours. In elementary school, while other little girls swung on the swings and played hopscotch, I was always playing football or cops and robbers with the boys in my class. I remember long trips to Mississippi with my sister and step siblings, singing the Dixie Chicks the whole way there. I remember Dad reading Rugrats books to me before bedtime, and knowing every 80’s song known to man by the time I was four because that’s all Mom played while driving in the car. Poppy teaching me how to tie my shoes and letting my sister and I put make-up on him, and how Mimi always made the best mashed potatoes.
Just little things like that.
My fondest memory is also from when I was a carefree, lighthearted seven year old. I could feel the hot sand crunch underneath of my brightly pedicured toes. The sun shined brightly, drying out my dampened brown tangles and the dry wind sent shivers down my bare back. My bathing suit was a simple yellow bikini - to match my painted nails - and I thought I was the sexiest little girl to walk the beach, despite my lack of curves. My friend was similarly dancing across the sand next to me and a wooden building at the end of the boardwalk reflected off of her bright blue eyes. We were laughing and singing Avril Lavigne’s newest release: Sk8er Boi. Pedestrians beside us on the wooden walkway stared at us and smiled, although they never truly understood the true bliss that we possessed. As we approached the snack bar, we broke out into a sprint: succumbed by the scolding sand. We raised up to the shutter windows where we would soon place our order. "I win!" I squealed as I watched my friend come in at close second. She gave me a friendly shove and we were quickly consumed by giggles.
- - This memory is so dear to me because my friend Olivia moved 10,000 miles away after this vacation. Shortly afterwards a drunk driver hit and killed her. She was 8 years old.
Another fond memory takes place when I was a tender nine years old. If you haven’t heard, nine year olds think they are uncontested rulers of the world. This particular memory is set in a beautiful Gulfstream G450. My father and I had much in common: our brilliant arrogance, our charismatic features, and manipulative personalities. Our love of jets was no exception and on this spring specific day, we were on our way to the Caribbean to enjoy my two week break. We had taken off several hours previously and now I was relaxing in a large, leather seat, enjoying my sparkling Apple Cider and feeling like a queen. Outside of the thick, pressurized windows was an incredible sunset. The pinks, oranges, and yellows were absolutely breath taking and my eyes ran through the sky, carefully examining the various shapes of clouds and the water stuck to the wing of the jet. I had a walkman plugged into my ears and I was listening to Andrea Bocelli’s "Romanza." The beautiful aircraft touched down onto the black tarmac as the sun completely faded away and those magnificent clouds I was just admiring transformed into stars. As I stepped outside for the first time in hours, thick, hot air engulfed me. I, the uncontested queen of the world, was now in paradise. I smiled to myself as my father’s secretary anxiously called to make sure arrangements for our villa were properly set up.
- - This memory is one of my fondest because I had never been happier and everything was just right, being surrounded by family on a luxurious vacation, feeling like the top of the world. That will never be the same now with my mother’s illness, my brother’s depression, my other brother’s withdraw from people, and my father’s incarceration.
~ Caty
Mine was a few days before the 9/11 attack.
I remember when my daddy took me to a park that was really nice, and he was pushing the swing and that.
I also remember when he said that he will love me and never forget me even if he gone to another "country". Which he meant if he dies as he can’t say if I die to a 6 year old.
That was my favorite memories out of all the memories, as he was my hero.
He died in the 9/11 attack.