More pleasant childhood memories

Inspired by the birthday girl ScarletWitch, do you have any good childhood memories that you probably had forgotten about?

I posted on her thread how one thing we enjoyed as kids was pretending to be asleep so we were carried from the car after a long trip.

Anyone else got any that may make us remember fonder times and not just the negatives?

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HootyTheNightOwl

Being on vacation with my mum and step dad.

When I had spent my allowance in the arcade, I would find them... they'd always be on a coin pusher somewhere in the arcade.

When I found them, I would sit on the floor in front of the prize chute and they would stand one either side of me. As they were feeding coins in at the top, I was checking the coins that came out of the bottom for anything new that I could add to my coin collection (yes, they knew that I was doing it and keeping back the few coins that I found for my collection).

At the end of the night, they would show me the prizes that they had won and I would show them the coins that I had managed to find.

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HootyTheNightOwl

@Stereoguy Yes, it was... that's one of just a few untainted memories that I have remaining now.

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HootyTheNightOwl

@Stereoguy It's taken me years to see that some of the things that my mother did when I was growing up were abusive - mainly because she wasn't the worst of my abusers as a child. She is currently enabling the abuse that I live with and denying me the possibility to change my situation.

My step dad was evil when we had to live under the same roof... though we got along better once I left home. In the end, we were able to go on vacation together and spend nearly a week sharing a caravan. He passed away 7 years ago now, and that's something that I still feel very mixed about.

I hate that he contributed to making my childhood a living Hell for me... but I do have some positive memories of him as an adult.

I can't forget some of the bad stuff that he did to me anymore than I can forget what others did to me and that still affects me to this day - yet, I'm expected to only live in the memories of the good times especially when I try to seek answers on why the adults around me contributed to the abuse that I went through to the point where I learned to dissociate and developed Dissociative Identity Disorder.

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