Happiest childood memory

[maow_purr]

Hi everyone! What is your happiest childhood  memory? For me was being in bed beside my mom while she read me books.

[zack89]

Most of my childhood from as early as I can remember was bittersweet, it's hard to pinpoint a happy moment. But I guess my happiest memories were those where I was completely carefree hanging out with my best friend at his house. Nothing sexual happened between us, but we were completely comfortable in eachother's company even to the point of just hanging out naked together if his parents weren't home, just for the hell of it.

[SilentObserver]

It's kind of random, but the memory that pops out for me is one day when I was about eight or nine and I was searching for four leaf clovers with some friends and found a patch with a bunch of them, and even a five leaf clover! For some reason that stuck with me.

[TooLittleTime]

Withdrawing from the chaotic world around me by reading. Reading as a child at all ages was a welcome escape and I could and would spend many, many hours doing so. Though I have lived a good life as an adult, I always miss those opportunities to just camp someplace and read. I'm not good at taking peaceful vacations, unfortunately - I'm all about experiences and keeping busy. So I miss those carefree moments reading.

[gooddoctor]

Is it just me, or do you also find it incredibly difficult to even remember the time before puberty?
I remember that I really enjoyed going on trips by car. My mom always sat in the back with me while my dad drove the car. We played games like "I see something you don't see".
I also loved sleeping in bed with my parents. I squeezed between them and snuggled up. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to do it very often.

[AppleBite]

Is it just me, or do you also find it incredibly difficult to even remember the time before puberty?
I remember that I really enjoyed going on trips by car. My mom always sat in the back with me while my dad drove the car. We played games like "I see something you don't see".
I also loved sleeping in bed with my parents. I squeezed between them and snuggled up. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to do it very often.

I feel like the strongest memories also are when I have pictures around the general event. I will remember more than just the picture, but the picture certainly helps me remember.

[Whyme]

Oh this is a difficult one for me, as another member suggested...always so bittersweet.

Sitting on the couch between my mom and stepdad and eating popcorn while we watched a movie or the tele. I had to be around 5 ish, as my mom was gone soon after.

That would be one of my happier memories. Just feeling safe and loved and having both of them with me. It's also one of my saddest.

[Mr. Cat]

During my time hospitalized to get a heart surgery, I didn't have any friends. I spent most of the time either sleeping, eating or watching TV. But then one day a patient with similar heart disease as mine was assigned the bed next to me. He was a foreign adult male with bald head and blue eyes, which were unfamiliar traits that scared me at first encounter. As time went by, however, I started warming up to him. He taught me my first English words, cuddled with me when I couldn't sleep alone, and even assisted me when I need to go pee, poo or take a shower. Despite the language barrier and my introverted personality, he was very willing to accompany me whenever I needed. I considered being with him the best memory of my childhood because the surgery was the most horrifying memory I had (they inserted and removed wires from my opened chest without anesthesia), and he was always there comforting me when my parents weren't.
When my surgery was successfully pulled off, however, I heard the news that his wasn't. He suffered some complications and passed away. My parents know and appreciate his kindness and care for me, so they allowed me to visit his grave every now and then.

[Pat975]

Some of my happiest childhood memories involve sexy play with a boy cousin who's about a year older.  by the time I was 11 we were giving each other blowjobs.

[on the rocks]

Mine is probably one of the many camping trips we took as a family.  That slight mildew smell you get from an old tent or tarp because one time it wasn't fully dry when put away still triggers good memories.  There was usually a lake to fish in.  Sometimes we had a canoe with us and that was fun to paddle around.  We'd swim.  We'd cook on the campfire. I'd try and catch frogs.  Then as it grew dark, the primal satisfaction of sitting around a fire and tending it nicely such that it provides all the warmth and light you actually need.
Even when it was bedtime, the sounds of crickets or birds or cicadas or frogs lulled you to sleep.  As did the exertion from all those other activities I mentioned.
Not that every trip was fantastic.  Sometimes it rained; sometimes the mosquitos or flies were particularly vicious; sometimes it was just a tad too cold or hot.  Regardless, it instilled a particular ethos in me regarding nature and wild places.  To this day, I still enjoy taking off for the woods every so often and do some primitive camping.  It connects me to those happy memories from childhood.

[JustMe]

As a very young boy, my happiest memories were those weeks when I went to stay with my maternal grandparents, who loved me and l loved back. I cried bitterly when I had to go home.

When older, I took solace in reading and long hours out on my bike. And for a few years the all too short times spent naked playing with other boys.