What is your favorite memory of your childhood with your family?
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This could be anything - all that matters is that it was your favorite memory of your childhood.
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I am a writer and I wrote a short story of my favorite childhood memory. so a bit of copying and pasting.
The Christmas Story
Author: William Watts
The year was 1968. We lived in a small two-bedroom apartment on Main Street in Elkhart Indiana. My mother and father were still married and all of us kids still lived at home with the exception of my oldest brother Danny. It was getting close to Christmas when my mother informed us that my father lost his job and although she was still working she could not afford to pay all the bills and buy food and buy us presents. We were use to being poor but never before did we not have presents. We didnât have enough to buy a tree to decorate we sat there trying to make the best of the situation. I do not remember whoâs Idea it was but we started to hang clothes hangers on the wall in the shape of a pyramid, which also looked something like the shape of a Christmas tree. We threw on decorations from some past Christmases; to hide the hangers we even hung lights on the hanger tree and plugged it in. Ok so now we had a tree now we needed to figure out what we were going to do about gifts.
My grandmother Hattie came over and told us that a lot of people were doing without Christmas and even her and grandpa could not afford to buy us a gift. Oh no I thought itâs true no presents what a sad year. But before you let the tears flow on this sad tale let me tell you that this was the best Christmas I ever had and the only one I can remember in such good detail. Not so much because it was the only year that we did not get presents but because this was the year I truly found out what Christmas really was. You see it is true we did not have any gifts but we took on a mental Christmas that was fun. We wrapped an empty box. The type of box that had a removable lid. We wrapped the lid separately placed a bow on it and replaced the lid and placed it under the tree. Our mother was wondering if her kids finally lost their minds but never said a word.
Christmas morning we all got up and sat around the hanger tree and sang Christmas songs. When we were done. My sister Mary grabbed the box and with a huge smile she said to each of us what she wish she could give each one of us. After each gift she wished she open the pretty box and we all look and smile and say things like oh man thatâs cool what did I get? What did I get? When Mary finished her wish presents to everyone she was turned around and seen mother smiling and tears streaming down her face. She said mom I got you something too want to see. My mother speechless smiled and came and sat down and said sure baby what did you get me. Mary said Oh I got you something great I got you this new coat made with mink fur and she opened the box and my mother said oh my you shouldnât have it is so beautiful and she reached in the box and acted like she took it out and rubbed it on her face and said this is so great it is so soft thank you. Mary then passed the box and in turn we gave the gift of thought because after all it is the thought that counts.
Oh yes this was a great Christmas after all we all got so many wonderful gifts.
The end
I am a writer and I wrote a short story of my favorite childhood memory. so a bit of copying and pasting.
The Christmas Story
Author: William Watts
The year was 1968. We lived in a small two-bedroom apartment on Main Street in Elkhart Indiana. My mother and father were still married and all of us kids still lived at home with the exception of my oldest brother Danny. It was getting close to Christmas when my mother informed us that my father lost his job and although she was still working she could not afford to pay all the bills and buy food and buy us presents. We were use to being poor but never before did we not have presents. We didnât have enough to buy a tree to decorate we sat there trying to make the best of the situation. I do not remember whoâs Idea it was but we started to hang clothes hangers on the wall in the shape of a pyramid, which also looked something like the shape of a Christmas tree. We threw on decorations from some past Christmases; to hide the hangers we even hung lights on the hanger tree and plugged it in. Ok so now we had a tree now we needed to figure out what we were going to do about gifts.
My grandmother Hattie came over and told us that a lot of people were doing without Christmas and even her and grandpa could not afford to buy us a gift. Oh no I thought itâs true no presents what a sad year. But before you let the tears flow on this sad tale let me tell you that this was the best Christmas I ever had and the only one I can remember in such good detail. Not so much because it was the only year that we did not get presents but because this was the year I truly found out what Christmas really was. You see it is true we did not have any gifts but we took on a mental Christmas that was fun. We wrapped an empty box. The type of box that had a removable lid. We wrapped the lid separately placed a bow on it and replaced the lid and placed it under the tree. Our mother was wondering if her kids finally lost their minds but never said a word.
Christmas morning we all got up and sat around the hanger tree and sang Christmas songs. When we were done. My sister Mary grabbed the box and with a huge smile she said to each of us what she wish she could give each one of us. After each gift she wished she open the pretty box and we all look and smile and say things like oh man thatâs cool what did I get? What did I get? When Mary finished her wish presents to everyone she was turned around and seen mother smiling and tears streaming down her face. She said mom I got you something too want to see. My mother speechless smiled and came and sat down and said sure baby what did you get me. Mary said Oh I got you something great I got you this new coat made with mink fur and she opened the box and my mother said oh my you shouldnât have it is so beautiful and she reached in the box and acted like she took it out and rubbed it on her face and said this is so great it is so soft thank you. Mary then passed the box and in turn we gave the gift of thought because after all it is the thought that counts.
Oh yes this was a great Christmas after all we all got so many wonderful gifts.
The end
Why can't so many parents control their kids in other's houses?
Vince
My dreadful sister in law lives at the other end of Toronto (a dodgy end) and she has always hated me and my wife, every time she comes over she argues about our wealth or our decoration or our dislike of children, our social awkwardness with other people, our eccentric behaviour or nerdiness, she is a total nightmare, she comes over as if she is just a loving sister visiting but starts nonsense straight away.
Today she brought her 4 year old son (she has three children, I dislike them all) and our house is not a place for children, the decoration and furniture was expensive, our gaming systems and computers are fragile and expensive and we have collectable knives on display.
This kid played absolute havoc, I remember when I was a child my parents always made me sit next to them, quietly when we visited someone's house but this women just let her kid run riot, he helped himself to chocolate, he walked around knocking things over, he got chocolate all over our sofa and carpet, he broke our Nintendo wii, he absolutely tormented our cats, when they hid under a table and he could not get to them he started screaming, he then knocked over our stereo and was in general a complete brat.
My wife in the end snapped and told her sister to make her child behave or leave and her sister went mad, she yelled about how horrible it was that my sister was persecuting her son, I came in and said "he sort of needs persecuting" and then she yelled about how we could never understand the right way to treat children and how we would never be good parents and its a good thing my wife is infertile, she cried about how she was a good mother and we were morally wrong for not designing our home to cater children and we should be ashamed of ourselves for living so selfishly and being so rich and not helping anyone with our money and living in a big condo and being arrogant etc etc, she wal yelling at us for about 10 minutes.
In the end I just got fed up and said "are you done because we have a dvd to watch and we would prefer you not be here" and then my wife opened the door and they stormed out.
We spent an hour cleaning up after that brat and our cats were terrified, they would not come out of hiding for another hour and I have had to spend $300 replacing what the kid broke.
Do you not agree with me that if visiting someone's home the children should be made to behave, I mean so many just let theirs run riot and I think it is wrong, why do so many parents think this is okay?
I agree kids should be kids, but there is a difference between being a kid and being a destructive little moron and I hate it when they pick up cats and don't let go.
She always shows up uninvited, she knows she is not welcome but my wife knows that if we refuse entry she will make our lives hell.
Answer
Kids should be kids, also means its the optimum time for them to learn things house rules and manners. Only idiots think it means they only run around like fools. Even animals teach their young.
I had someone make a sideways comment that my home wasn't child proof. I told them their child didn't live here and that ours don't require that level of coddling. This same persons home looks like a tornado hit. I can't live like that. Our kids aren't banned from any rooms at home and know that "indoors" isn't for running, tumbling and roughhousing; they only eat in the kitchen and dining room; we have an 18month old and even she knows were to find her toys in our great room and to put them away when she is done and the same in her bedroom and in the playroom. And they know how to act at someones house, and I hang on to our 18month old. And if its someone who is particular, they usually ask to stay outside...lol I have a friend who is offended by that.
It all starts at home.
Kids should be kids, also means its the optimum time for them to learn things house rules and manners. Only idiots think it means they only run around like fools. Even animals teach their young.
I had someone make a sideways comment that my home wasn't child proof. I told them their child didn't live here and that ours don't require that level of coddling. This same persons home looks like a tornado hit. I can't live like that. Our kids aren't banned from any rooms at home and know that "indoors" isn't for running, tumbling and roughhousing; they only eat in the kitchen and dining room; we have an 18month old and even she knows were to find her toys in our great room and to put them away when she is done and the same in her bedroom and in the playroom. And they know how to act at someones house, and I hang on to our 18month old. And if its someone who is particular, they usually ask to stay outside...lol I have a friend who is offended by that.
It all starts at home.
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