If You Could Turn Back Time.

Post by **jones jones** » Sat May 31, 2008 2:25 pm

if you could turn back time to any period in your life which has passed ...

how old would you be and why would you choose that particular time in your life?

personally i would like to go back in time to when i was nineteen ...

man it was party time just about every night and usually every weekend ...

the music was good ... the chicks were bad and we believed we would never grow older!

Jj:-4

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sat May 31, 2008 3:08 pm

I think...............when I was twelve. His name was Tommy, a classmate of my brother's. We would go to the nearby park with a ball and play catch. We would run and laugh. He would come and hang out with us in our back yard and talk....sometimes just with me. He was a shy and sweet boy. The day before we moved from Chicago, he took a snapshot of me.I remember my hair was in a pony-tail and I was wearing a shirt and "peddle-pushers"and sneakers. That's the last time we saw each other.

I think about him now and then. I wonder if his name is on that wall in Washington. I like to think that he is well and happy and has children and grandchildren to make him smile.

hoppy · Post by **hoppy** » Sat May 31, 2008 3:50 pm

Probably 8 or 9. We lived on a farm. I was still too young to do heavy work, but barely big enough to drive our tractors. Best, all my grizzled old uncles, nutty aunts and cousins were alive and well. Holidays on our farm were really fun times.

kayleneaussie · Post by **kayleneaussie** » Sat May 31, 2008 5:00 pm

I think when I was about 12. I was a real tomboy and used to hang with all the boys and play cricket and football anyhow on bonfire night a few days before we would climb up the mountain near our place and chop down some trees and drag them all the way down the mountain to where we were going to build our bonfire for cracker night, then we would take turns in guarding it so nobody would come and burn it down before the night. So much fun:D

weeder · Post by **weeder** » Sat May 31, 2008 5:28 pm

I would go back to 1969, when I was 17. I would stop the love of my life from riding his motorcycle, one night and having a fatal accident. I would have had a totally different life. But then if you think like Steven King... I could have been on the back of the motorcycle, and would have had no life at all. But still, 1969. Best years of my life.

Hope6 · Post by **Hope6** » Sat May 31, 2008 8:04 pm

when i was around 12 or 13, late summer here on the farm, tobacco harvesting season. Everyone who helped with the harvest back then were family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, but best of all, my daddy was still alive. We would work all morning but as soon as the work was finished all us kids would get out there and run and play like we hadn't done anything all day. Then my mom and aunts would have lunch ready and we'd sit out in the grass and eat, and laugh and talk. My daddy was a very funny and interesting man and would always be entertaining us kids. Then we would go home and some of my cousins would always go with us and daddy would make homemade ice cream. and we'd still be running and playing!:wah:

hoppy · Post by **hoppy** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:45 am

grecianurn;879293 wrote: I was about 4, I had my own bit of garden, a red and yellow tin watering can to water it with. My garden was my world, I clipped the edges with a pair of scissors I knew I was honoured to have been given because of their "dangerousness". The hawthorn blossom is out, its peculiar (lovely) scent spikes the still, hot afternoon. Mum and me, just Mum and me in this lovely late May world and later we'll have freshly baked cakes, butterfly cakes, then Daddy will come home after my bath and play the buffoon to my scared-of-the- dark in pink flannelette pyjamas little self.

A beautiful memory.

CARLA · Post by **CARLA** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:57 am

I would go back to the late 50's early 60's my Mom, Dad, and 2 sister were living in a new home in a community in San Diego called "Allied Gardens" built after WWII ended. They were simple 3 bedrooms 2 bath tract houses in rows.

There were no schools yet, no stores, just open canyons and mesas. This was the time on my life we lived on a street where every home had kids our age. We had a huge group of friends we played from sunrise to sunset each day. We roamed the hills and canyon without fear of anything exploring everything we could find.

As we grew older the same huge group of kids became life long friends that still get together every now and then to talk about the good ol days in "Gardens" in San Diego.

Some have died, some have moved away but we still communicate when possible. I had one of the best childhoods any kid could experience it was non-stop fun and I cherrish that time each and everyday.

Make your Kids and Grandkids lives filled with happy memories if you can it will carry them through the tough times in life always. :-6

Post by **jones jones** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 11:16 am

some of my childhood memories ... add some of your own ...

being tickled with feathers ¦ watching cartoons in the morning ¦ playing video games ¦ going OUTSIDE to play ¦. counting your pennies before going to the candy store ¦ lying on your back making cloud shapes in the sky ¦ sleeping over at a friends house ¦ climbing trees ... not having to worry about anything ¦ eating sunday lunch at gran's house ... the smell of your mom's perfume when she kissed you goodnight ... diving into a pile of leaves ...

Jj:-4