What is one childhood memory you will never forget?

When i was four years old my older brothers were swimming in the deep end of the pool and i decided to join them without realizing i didn't know how to swim.

a snake bites me and despite a lot burning in that area I killed that with bamboo stick , that time I was 8-9 only , later people around me came and fine it was not much harmless and they took me to nearby hospital in motor bike which was nearly 7-8kms from my village with that dead snake and doctor injected me medicine after examine and all people in that hospital gathering around me by hearing that incident

A theme park outing with lots of my family, including extended family.

Riding bikes all day with the neighborhood kids

Running out on the street to pick up a teddy bear, that was drowned in broken glass and baileys.

For Christmas, when I was in sixth grade, my parents gave me a motorcycle. There was a massive snowstorm in Christmas Eve, but the next morning I still tried to ride the motorcycle in the yard in about 18” of snow.

Sitting alone on my bed crying my heart out just after my parents had left me at boarding school for the firat time 😭

I was 5 years old, taking a bath.
The door was open, and my mother was in the next room.

I decided it would be fun to blow bubbles under the water and I choked.
There was only 4-6 inches of water in the tub but it does not require much water to drown.

I had a near death experience. I was face down in the bathtub, but I could see myself in the tub, and see my mother scream when she walked into the bathroom.

The next thing I remember is laying on the couch in the den with my mother, father, and an ambulance attendant watching over me.

I spent a week in the hospital with my head under a tent, providing fresh air.

It was a close call.

My father threatening to kick my ass, and actually doing so

The moment where I dropped a mug and then proceeded to step on it. I was three. I now have a permanent scar on the bottom of my foot.

Someone telling me that if I ever told anyone what they did to me they would kill my family

Walking out the door of my last foster home the day i turned 18 .Finally free after 14 years.

falling out of a tree and breaking my arm. After my mom told me a bunch of times not to climb that tree.

Going to the beach with my big sister the day after she passed her driving test.

Making meatballs from scratch with my grandpa. The one and only time he cooked anything.

Probably going to war museum with family. One of them I do remember well. 😀😋

Playing ping pong in the boys locker room with a friend lol 😂 funny

Grandfather flying a kite and giving it to me for the first time ❤️

The day my parents gave me my dog ( two month old pomeranian puppy ).

The day my world fell apart

Christmas, and travelling to see relatives.

Grade school, getting to go get the chocolate milk.

Travelling to Italy on the train when I was 9. 😌

Going fishing with my dad… ok he fished I swam.

Catching my first fish! 🎣

One of my happiest childhood memories are building sandcastles with my dad. Until my mum took the urn off me...

Being woken up one morning and taken to the airport for a surprise family vacay

seeing two men covered in blood, fighting with pitch forks.

There's a lot of them actually..

The abuse.

Surviving it. 💪

The police taking me home from 2nd grade because someone had called in a threat. I was about 6 and thought I was going to jail.

9/11

My mom was crying because my dad refused to give her money to go buy more alcohol

I was two years old. Some folks would say I can't remember that far back, but what do they know?

Parts of this have been filled in for me, because I had no actual comprehension of what had happened, but my parents had just adopted me, and took me to a park to celebrate. Mom and I were on the teeter-totter, and there was a jagged edge. I cut my hand, and blood immediately came out. Instead of crying, I just said the word blood.

Folks try to tell me you don't remember anything from when you were two years old, but I do.

My parents had just adopted me, and they took me to a park to celebrate. Mom played with me on the teeter-totter, and I was having a great time until I bonked my nose on the handle and started bleeding. The first word I remember saying came then:

"Blood!"