Childhood's the best. My favourite memories come from playing out with my friends in the street I used to live, there was no busy road and everyone knew each other. I remember staying out til 8 30 one summer night and thinking wow, it's so late!
Now, everything's become so serious. I don't think people should grow up! We should be allowed to play pretend games forever!!

It sounds silly, but sometimes I could really do with it

well, some of it was awesome and some not so good. I was happy and then at 7 my dad died--was like part of me went with him. then we moved to kansas to go to a good school. till the time i was 12 it was great. then some fool guy that is 38 years older than i am started stalking me. i spent most of highschool alone sitting on a wall cause i was "different" in the sence that i was focused on school and not the latest movie and the latest new hot boy or actor. I left ks in my senior year to finish school in beautiful north idaho to get away from my stalker. i wish i could have those years back those years that i know id have been happy if i didnt have this guy hanging around. he still tries to get at me on occasion but as far as i know he doesnt know where i am. I pray that it stays that way. but i know what do do if he does find me. Ill can him for all its worth.

sorry im a party pooper on this thread but thats how it is. I truely wish that i was 5,6 or even 7 again.

Your not alone. Those were some great fun years for me. Age 5 I fell and landed on my B'day cake at the bus stop. My cousin and I celebrated together with so many reletives over in Jersey at the other house my greatgrandmother had under the trees. I know. Oh, what wonderful memories we have.

Ooh good topic! I love hearing about people's lives!

I had two loving parents; my dad worked hard to provide for us and my mum stayed at home to bring me and my older brother up. She was always there for us. Always good home cooked meals and cakes - her apple tarts (pies) were gorgeous as were her gingerbread men. My brother and I fought a lot but at bedtime, when mum and dad wanted us to be quiet and sleep, we would be wide awake and the best of friends. We would sit for hours and talk about everything from the existence of God to the latest episode of Red Dwarf.

I remember when I was about five and my brother was nine (so around 1985), we used to come downstairs on a school day at 7:25am to watch black and white Popeye on the telly. We had no central heating or double glazed windows in our house so it was freezing in the winter so there we'd be, in our pyjamas and dressing gowns, huddled together over the electric heater. That's one of my favourite memories.

The only thing that tainted my childhood was the fact that my step-grandad sexually abused me. I had loads of good times with him too but I can't remember him without the abuse coming into my mind too.

I was a confident child but when I went to secondary school at age eleven I was badly bullied because my accent was different to the other kids. The government paid for me to go to a public (private) school and most of the other kids were there because they were from wealthy, upper-middle class families. I stuck out like a sore thumb and was mercilessly taunted until the age of fourteen when I finally told someone.

Luckily, I had three wonderful friends who stood by me all the way and they are still my friends to this day (I am now 27). Thank God for them and my family because if they hadn't been there then I might have...well I don't know what I'd have done.

Anyway, that's the childhood of Jules, a working class girl from a market town in England

I k now that there are people out there that have been throught the same thing--its just getting through it.

I am reading ever last one of them.

I had a pretty darn good childhood. I didn't realize the things we went with out until I got older. My parents were 16 and 19 when I was born. I have great memories growing up. I had a hard time in middle school. Became balemic but hated throwing up so much that I stopped eating all together. I became depressed (which no one knew then even me) I ended up having a migrain one day and along with being depressed I just started taking meds and kept taking them. I almost died that night. I stopped breathing on the way to hospital 3 times and my kidneys just about shut down. I was in bad shape. I was lucky my parents came back home because my mom felt like she was forgeting something so she wanted to stop at home. If they wouldn't have stopped I would have died. After that I had a little consuling and figured out I wanted to live. I started eating better again and my depression faded. Thank God!! After that I can't complain I had tons of fun in highschool. I got pregnant at 17 (after losing my virginity only a couple weeks before) and married that March. I had my daughter a month after I turned 18. I am still married to my wonderful husband and we have a son too! So until and after 8th grade I had a great childhood!! I owe that all to my parents. They were loving and did everything they could for us. Can't complain, others have had much harder times than me!

As a baby I was given away to my maternal grandad and step grandma, (I thank to my parent for that) I was given everything by my grandad. I have ups and down I wasn't likeable in school I was fat and everyone called me Fatty! There are time which make me really wants to forget childhood like the time this guy who scolded me for putting his shop name without his permission for my school project, teacher gave the trophie that I won to another girl (she said I was just a reserve the trophie should be her's even if I do the running) till now some of these bad memories still hunts me, any advise of how to let go guy? Thanks!

I grew up with an alcoholic father. My mother baby sat neighbor kids for money and she was so worried about what was going on with my dad she could have cared less where the kids where. I was the youngest of 4. Our home consisted of my dad drinking and my parents fighting all the time. We where very poor and eventually lost our home. My childhood forced me to marry young. And that is another whole bad story! My childhood doesn’t have very many happy memories. But I feel I grew into a better person for it! I’m not an alcoholic, but I could be. Out of all 4 children I am the one that likes to drink.. Dear ole Daddy gave me his bad habit.

I feel like a piker here because I had a fairly stable and wonderful childhood. I did the normal things a young boy did in those days--cub scouts, little league baseball, public school. I was a small-town guy who was happy playing by myself or in groups. I was very athletic, so I was always playing some sport (usually in the street) and we had a large gang of kids in our neighborhood. If you look at my avatar pic, you'll see how excited I was to be in the first grade.

My parents were lower middle class and, as was the trend then, they drank a lot. They were always great to me as I was the oldest, but later, they became alcoholics. Seeing that, I made up my mind to not drink or smoke, so I'm pretty healthy and feeling well.

Is that really you in the avatar? Awwwww....cute!!!

I don't want to burst your bubble, Jules, but I don't look like that anymore.

Still handsome, of course, just old and grey.

Is this you?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9ijwfRTv0o

Sucked monkey balls. The best day of my "childhood" was when I moved into my university dorm. I could not wait for my parents to get the hell out of there and let me get on with my life.

Then I went and tried to win a truck by flying a paper airplane into the back of it in the Minor League baseball team stadium. Long story.

It was an odd day.

Birch: What am I going to do with you? Thanks for the youtube, but that magnificient voice does not belong to me. I dare say that you, being in music, would run and hide if you ever heard me sing.

You, of course, know what I look like now since you posted my pic online, without my permission I might add. My beard has really grown since then, too.

Sorry your monkey-balled childhood sucked, but, knowing you.....that's way behind you at this point.

Oh Birch share.. I like beards and gray and older..

I want to see what Birch looks like and I want to see the grown up lonestarguy!

Lonestarguy: