Growing up was extremely hard for me! Most memories are not worth writing down - I to the the least was a abused child. I have no found memories of my family - no outings- no bike rides with my family- no cookouts- or picnics - or even drives in the car. We were a poor family - and my mother just stayed in her room most of the time that I can recall.
My childhood memories are those I made with my neighbors. One in particular was one I would run too in any situation. We would sit for hours together - she was a lovely lady. She taught me about life in so many ways! I am sitting here laughing because I miss her so very much - our relationship stayed strong until she passed away a few years ago. She always wanted her son and I to be together - but we acted more like siblings! My son always says I am very nosy - well she instilled that in me- I was young and would be our neighborhood eyes and ears for her! 
We would sit for hours talking about the ins and outs of the neighborhood! So to my son - thats why mommy is nosy! 
Not to many people in our neighborhood had money! The kids would spend there days running in the woods (my greatest time) or playing football, and baseball in the street! One family on our road always had there own ready made team because they had so many siblings, and the were all really good! Kickball was another favorite of ours and we would all play until I had to go home when the streetlights came on! So anyway - one day we all were playing football (heres where the whistling comes in Tonya) and the boy who I thought of as a brother was throwing the ball to me and I wasn't paying attention and he shouted "look out"- SLAM right in the face. Now I had braces at that time and let me say that every brace was stuck in my lips. The kids ran up the road to get my mother- and she was not happy to say the least. With no insurance and me always managing a trip to the emergency room she was not thrilled for yet another trip to the hospital! I remember only a few details- I had to have every piece taken out of me lip one at a time and when I was done the top lip was so big and puffy it hung down almost to my chin! Needless to say I have very bad scaring in my mouth and never was able to pucker up and whistle again! Its been a long time since I thought about that one! Boy I was good at getting myself into mischief!
Even though we had no money - I still wish I could live like we did - in a small way - minus the abuse and being extremely poor. At a young age I would spend all day - well until the street lights came on - in the woods exploring. I knew those woods by heart and could run the trails with my eyes closed! My children have yet to experience this feeling - no a days I just can't see opening up the back door and saying "come back when the lights come on"! Just not happening, without me by there side! Sad to think times can change so very much!
Thats just one of my little hospital trips - maybe sometime I'll write again about my childhood!
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Thank you for sharing these memories. I have never really thought of mine - maybe I'll post if I come up with any.
It was actually nice to stop and remember those days- the feeling and all. I don't like to think about my childhood much but it actually didn't hurt to do this! The feeling of running in thee woods was wonderful - jumping the rock in the middle of the path and leaping over the stream- it was like it was yesterday!My thoughts jump around allot regarding my childhood so sometimes its hard to get it out!
It sometimes takes a lot for people to write about their past, sometimes even when it's a charming story like this...maybe having braces jammed in your lip isn't pleasant, but your relationship with the neighbor lady and your memories of running through the woods and playing with the others in the neighborhood are definitely charming. Sometimes it's because some bad memories co-exist with the good, sometimes because it is still a personal part of oneself, and sometimes both. But, it generally makes a person feel good when such a post is written and it meets with great appreciation by the readers. That's why this post is so interesting and enjoyable...and it does let readers feel a little closer to you. Thank you for sharing this. I, for one, enjoyed it very much. And, I know what you mean about playing until the street lights come on because I remember back, too, when that was one of the simpler things in life but a rule most of us honestly obeyed.
Thanks for sharing that.. It must be difficult to write those things when they aren't so happy. I'm sorry you don't have your friend.. I'm sure she could be so helpful during your difficult times. So that explains why you couldn't whistle at my picture. lol... I'll forgive you since it was out of your control. I can't whistle either and I didn't have anything smack me in the mouth. Be glad you have a reason.
Sorry your childhood was so icky and I'm glad you are able to provide your kids with the childhood you never got!