S2Q2. Tell me a childhood memory you think about a lot.

1 Mar

Written By GoneClements

A childhood memory that I think about a lot is when I was 15 and we started to go out to clubs in Barry Island. It wasn’t about getting drunk and meeting boys, but about dancing and feeling like we were finally growing up
I used to wish the week away so that we could go over again. We had such a laugh getting ready and using fake ID to get into the clubs. Choosing what to wear and walking home along Island Road after the club closed
It was amazing
Me and my husband talk about songs we loved and which club was which. We didn’t know each other at the time but we must have been there at the same time. I remember that time often and with such amazing memories
A childhood memory I think about a lot is when we all went skiing it was an insane experience and something I will never forget but, the part of that holiday that stood out the most was when me and both my brothers went to go up a hill to ski down. We went on this ski lift that you sat on but your feet were on the floor the whole time, if you put all your weight on it it would expand and you would be on the floor. Halfway up the hill, I looked back and my oldest brother had put all his weight on the seat and was getting dragged up the hill. Both me and my brother were pissing ourselves and repeatedly told him to let go but in his strange brain, he wouldn’t let go and continued to make himself look like a big lanky twat. As he got further up the hill his pants started to fall down and after he shouted that he thought his nuts had frostbite he finally let go.
It is a memory that I don’t think I will ever not laugh at it is one of the best things I have ever seen.
One of my childhood memories is going to Scotland with my dad. I was about 10/11 years old and I didn’t want to go. I was on my phone the entire time and it was starting to piss him off. I can’t remember if it was in retaliation to him being annoyed or if I just felt the need to say it but I told him that I’m glad he takes me on holidays like these because I now know not to take my kids on them. At first, he laughed and then he took me to one side and grilled me for being ungrateful. It threw me off because I didn’t really understand why I was in trouble. Obviously, looking back now it comes across as rude but it’s genuinely what my thinking was at the time because I did not want to go in the first place. Looking back I am now grateful of his intentions. I still don’t think I should have gone but now I’m older I can value intention more than I can his action. He intended on me having a good time and sometimes someone’s intentions are more important than their actions.
One of my favourite childhood memories was Christmas Day one year waking up opening my presents and getting a new bike, I threw my new clothes on and headed out 2minutes later I was coming back in crying my eyes out because I had come off the bike straight away and landed in a puddle. Now deciding that I didn’t like the bike anymore I took my scooter out instead which didn’t last long either because another 2 minutes later I was back in the house because I had gone down the hill again and come off into the same puddle.
There isn't a childhood memory I think often to be honest. I very rarely think of anything or reflect, I find I have to consciously do that, it doesn't happen otherwise. When I do think about my childhood I don't have lots of memories, I know that I've forgotten a lot of things, my siblings often recount events that I have no recollection of. A memory I do love was when I was in primary school, not sure of my exact age. I'd got home with my siblings and they went in ahead of me and screamed, I didn't know if it was good or bad. I went into the front room to see my mum sat cross-legged on the floor with a little puppy curled up right in her lap. His little eyes looking up at us, his tail wagging slowly like he wasn't sure if we were happy or mad. I went right over, knelt next to my mum calmly and put my hand out for him to sniff. He got very excited and leapt all over us, I was crying but I remember feeling really embarrassed and I didn't understand why I was crying. That was the first day I met Harvey our little runt of the litter staffie who was the best dog you could wish for. My mum wouldn't let us go to the local park without taking him too, he would follow us up the climbing frame and down the slide, sit and wait for us and every so often he would get bored and walk himself home. He was the ring bearer at my mum's wedding alongside us being bridesmaids. He lived a long and happy life with us. Thank you, Harvey Winston Wallbanger for being there for us, we love you!
In the late 70s(I was about 9 or 10)it was winter and bloody hell did it snow, not just a few days but for weeks. This one night it must have been windy as the snow had drifted so that the back door of our house was completely blocked and we had to dig ourselves out.
There were four-story flats at the top of our street and one of our friends lived on the third floor of one of them. We were in his flat when someone dared us to jump out of his window into the snow that had drifted against the flats. I cannot remember who went first but he literally disappeared into the snow drift and it took him ages to get out, we all jumped out and what a feeling it was, like falling into cotton wool. We went straight back up and did it again, only this time a Croud of kids had gathered to watch, the next time a few other kids joined us until there was a continual stream of kids jumping out and then running back up to do it again, we had to stop in the end as the snow had started to compact and a few kids hurt themselves. Happy days they were, I also remember the same winter we made an igloo in the car park when the snow had turned to ice and it lasted for what seemed weeks, even when most of the snow had melted.
Can’t really say that I think about a childhood memory a lot, just certain memories drift into my head every now and again. The one that does happen quite a lot is when I hear a Dove cooing. It reminds me of caravan holidays I used to have as a kid down the Gower in a place called Port Eynon. I used to love them, long hot summer days on the beach or playing football outside the caravan with my brother. Every morning I was woken by the sound of Doves cooing, there must have been a nest nearby, but always remember hearing them and every time I hear the same sound it takes me back in time, a very, very long time ago.
A childhood memory I think about a lot is this time in Cornwall when I was around 6. I was with my brother going to the arcade close to where we were staying. As I was a young age even now if you go you click all the buttons of the fruit machine. So I was doing that and then the machine started spitting out pounds. I screamed jackpot! Collect over £100 in pond coins and ran back to the caravan with my brother screaming we are rich we are rich
Spending time down my nans I'd go straight from school every day and get picked later she was great fun always trying to shock me with dirty jokes or songs my friends used to love going there I'm glad I met her she'd say don't worry about anything it's never as bad as you think I've tried to adopt that attitude through my life
I had a fantastic childhood with really great memories. But, the childhood memory I have thought about the most and one that pops in my head from time to time is a time when I was about 6 or 7 maybe and I was playing in a football match up the sports centre.
We played against our biggest rivals bluebirds. It was a freezing cold, windy foggy day and was hailing and raining sideways with the strong wind. I couldn't see anything, my fingers and toes were freezing and numb and I was in agony, I just couldn't go on no more. I ran off the pitch to my Dad crying who was watching and I think he knew instantly why, so we both ran to his van to get out of the bad weather. My Nan ran me a hot bath to warm me up when I got back and I remember lying there feeling really guilty that I'd let the team and myself down but thought the other boys would of done the same thing as I never looked back to see if anyone followed suit. To me it was impossible to carry on, I thought the game might have been stopped also. I was a good player for the team so I know quitting would have made it harder for the rest of the team. I later found out that the rest of the team managed to carry on and finish the game, my dad told me all the boys were crying in the changing room afterwards for the same reasons. It's one of those memories that I wish I could go back and live again so that I could have stayed on the pitch and gritted it out to the end like the rest of the boys. As I was the only one who ran off the pitch I remember feeling like a right pussy and not as strong as the others.