r/ChildhoodMemories

What's something kids today will never experience?

Lately, I've realized I've been gravitating towards a lot of things I loved as a kid, and honestly... it's been really comforting.

Every now and then, I'll pick up an old Secret Seven book or Famous Five. It's not because the mystery still keeps me on the edge of my seat, I already know exactly what's going to happen. It's just comforting. It reminds me of borrowing books from my school library, summer vacations that somehow felt endless, and staying up a little too late because I just had to finish one more chapter.

I've also caught myself listening to songs that I probably wouldn't add to my playlist today, but somehow they still make me smile because they remind me of a specific time in my life.

The other day, I even went through a list of all the anime and cartoons I used to watch as a kid and ended up rewatching a few episodes of Digimon. I hadn't seen it in what feels like a lifetime, and suddenly I was seven years old again, sitting in front of the TV without a single responsibility in the world.

I guess I'm just going through a little nostalgia phase, and I've been enjoying it more than I expected. It's nice to revisit little pieces of childhood that made us happy.

It made me curious...

What's something that instantly transports you back to your childhood?

Have you gone through this? My dad died two years ago and we had to sell his house. I would have loved to have lived there but to be honest his house was too small and not in great condition. I was really hoping that whoever bought it would flip it and sell it to a family with children. I had such a great childhood there and the neighberhood was great. What happened instead was that this single douchbag type of guy bought it. He gave us ten thousand over asking price and it was the only offer we had so we took it. It was only after the fact that I realized who we'd sold it to. He has proceeded to ruin my dad's property and house. Trash everywhere. My dad had this beautiful rose garden surrounded by these awesome tall hedges. He tore that all out, it's just messed up ground now. My dad also had this really cool rock garden with a variety of different plants and flowers, he tore that all out too. He chopped down several of the beautiful pine trees that lined the property. My dad had a big pole barn that he was so proud of. This guy covered the front of it with street signs. He has piled junk on the big front porch my dad built. I have no idea what the inside looks like now but I'm guessing not good. I know there is nothing I can do about it but it breaks my heart. My dad would be rolling over in his grave to see it. I feel so bad that we weren't able to sell the place to someone who would appreciate it and turn it into something nice. This guy obviously doesn't care and is just a slob with no pride in his home. I looked him up on Facebook and he is a messed up individual, I don't even know how he had the money to buy the place as he apparently doesn't have a legit job so who knows where he is getting his money from. Again, I know there is nothing I can do but I wondered if anyone else has gone through this.

This is something that never leaves a person

I was 2 y/o, was strapped down, screaming in so much pain, my mother was present, she shoved a lollipop in my mouth to shut me up, I began choking.

At the time of the circumcision, my grandmother was a practicing urologist for 20 years, she did not intervene, in-fact, she encouraged it.

The years following my grandmother was checking the scars every time I went to piss when I was a child, I thought it was normal for a grandmother to enter the bathroom with a kid when pissing because of that.

All the abuses I have endured, be it Sexual assault, fingering me whilst asleep, poisoning me with Borax, all orchestrated by women. I avoid talking to them to this day, one word answers only, my integrity and autonomy matters.

How much more do we want the world to take from us. I am done.

Hi reddit! This is a fun little memory that for some reason still lives with me to this day. I dont remember alot from when I was a toddler but this was one of the moments in my life I truly remember...and dont regret haha, when I (28f) was about 4 or 5 back in 2003, went to a beach in south West england. I think its somewhere in Somerset and its known to be one of the worst beaches in that area. Its mainly just mud and clay on one side of the bank and they use to (idk if they still do) do live demonstrations of what to do if stuck in the mud or stuck in the sea. My dad's side of the family lives there and we would visit once a year and always go on the beaches. We went on nicer ones but for some reason we went to this beach. I think there was more entertainment on the boardwalk and it was really crowded that day. I really wanted to go on the beach but my mum was really strict that I DONT go to the clay side of the beach. A few hours later and I guess she lost focus on me and was just chatting to family members and I, knew I shouldnt, decided id go for a little paddle in a little clay pool. By the time my mum noticed me it was too late! I was covered head to toe in mud and clay, kind of like those clay spa bath videos you see online but instead of a nice tropical scenery, it was a grey, English beach side and a mucky 5 year old. My mum was mortified and we left the beach back on the boardwalk. She wanted to find one of those taps that they have to clean your toes but for me it was going to be a complete hose down. It was still really crowded, and I mean crowded, like shoulder to shoulder. My mum was letting me walk next to her and my silly toddler brain was given the perfect moment. Just before getting to the tap, another child in a BRIGHT YELLOW t shirt was walking towards my direction...RIGHT in front of me... what did I do? I dont know why but my silly monkey brain went hmm i'll decorate it. So i did, I stuck my hands out wide and as they were infront of me i did 2 brown clay handprints on his t-shirt. I dont remember what happened after that but the kid was mainly just confused. Why did this child put her dirty hands on my bright yellow shirt 🤣🤣 I think my mum and dad were non stop apologising and I think my dad gave them some money to replace the top, The only thing I remember from then is being washed head to toe by the foot cleaning taps and knowing I had messed up. I dont regret it though. Its a funny memory I have and probably an awful one for my parents, still. If the yellow shirt child remembers this too I hope you come across this post. Sorry I ruined it 🤣🤣🤣

When the last time you used one.Been years for me.
I’d be hard pressed to even find one now. Maybe library. The high school .i just don’t know