This is a tough one for me, I have many, many great childhood memories. I grew up in a small town in Nova Scotia surrounded by relatives and close family friends and I got to roam free in a way that kids do not get to today. Picking a single favourite memory is difficult.
One I think stands out for me above all others though, mostly because it is one of the few clear memories I have of the golden time before my sister was born when I was an only child. (I think I was 3 or 4) We had a cabin out in the woods and we used to go there on weekends as people do but on the way in next to the road there was a giant anthill (well at least giant to the very small child that I was) and I was quite young and extremely rambunctious. After the LONG, LONG car ride (only 45 mins) I used to like to go and kick the anthill and just generally run around and be a little brat.
My dad took me and sat me down next to the stream behind the cabin and told me if I sat there and was super quiet and very well behaved I would see giant smurfs. I was the quietest kid EVER. A couple of times I even thought I saw them. I was 8 before I figured out that I was being had and they just wanted me to learned some self control.
I wish stuff like that worked on my kids but they are so skeptical.
What is your favourite childhood memory?