i have lots of good memories from my childhood in toronto. i was born close to what is now considered little italy, fairly close to downtown.
had lots of fun as a kid. there were big parks nearby e.g. christie pits, wychwood park where we could go & it was like being in the country.
but the thing i remember best is hopping freight trains. i moved from toronto at 11 & am quite sure i was at least a yr or 2 less than that. there were railway tracks a few blocks from my street & a few of us would go down there & hop a ride on the slow moving trains sometimes for just a block or 2 but sometimes longer. i can remember climbing right on to the top of some of the trains. i do remember one kid falling between cars & getting killed.
both my grandparents had farms we would stay at in the summer but i had more fun right in the big city.

Summer after 3rd grade, a friend and I did a big 8 mile bike ride using both the state high way and gravel roads. Our parents had a big wonder/panic about how long we had been away.

Here is another picture I found. Bliss B4 the flight!

My entire childhood is wrapped beautifully in the most wonderful memories, I can't pick just one. They all are family, the ocean/sound, camping, traveling, ponies and animals, oh and childhood friends (we had a wonderful neighborhood of crazy hooligans).

it is hard to choose one, but i remember going with my family, when i was maybe 10, maybe younger, to a pete seeger concert. pete sang (among other songs) abi-yoyo, about a giant of that name, and when we got home, my father chased my sister and me around the yard, pretending to be abi-yoyo, shouting ABI-YOYO! ABI-YOYO! and for a while after that, not just that day, that was a thing we did.

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Great story @GuyKeith

Going fishing and hunting with my father and brothers. I was such a tomboy! Gutting our kill and preparing it for dinner.

Believe it or not, I had the best memories of my mother in the garden, kitchen, and while cleaning house. She would turn into an adolescent and we would dance our butts away.

Riding our horses around our 40 acre ranch and through the woods. Sitting by the lake at night catching fireflies, frogs, snakes, turtles, worms... the smell of the lake and the smell of crimson clovers. Nostalgia! (The Crimson Clover is my favourite plant because of the nostalgic smell of precious childhood memories.)

I'm so grateful to have grown up where I did. Even though my parents were workaholics, and my siblings and I practically raised by nannies; I was an independent child full of freedom.

Just being a child and having no responsibilities all the time.

My dad also was a pilot, a very good one. and flying was a part of my life growing up. i was going through his logbooks, and the first time i flew was at 3.5 and my sister was 4.5. took me to airshows, and knew most of the pilots flying them here in nc. he would know exactly what type of plane in the picture. miss the old man a lot these days.

I had a cousin Alan, and he and I would go to Lee Railway station and sit on the fence and collect train numbers, they were steam trains then and soemhow it was exciting - thinking about it now it seems a weird thing to do but we were extremely happy to see the train and waved at all the passengers who waved back. We also for some mad reason sat outside the window with our legs inside the room to watch Champion the Wonder Horse on childrens T.V . The BBC used ot close down at 6 p.m so children could be put to bed and not be bothered with the news.

How much fun I had with a pencil and a notebook.

We all love a good story from time to time.... thanks !!

It's bothering me that nothing in particular jumps out at me.

What a great story and . I can only imagine the thrill of being 8 and sitting the front seat of that Cub. Awesome aircraft, and I'm sure you were flying it. Grandpa Dorr sounds like a wonderful man.

I didn't have a great childhood and most of my memories were lessons but the few I have are from visiting my grandmother who was caretaker to her older sister.

They adored me and spoiled me terribly when I visited. I don't like soggy flour products so wouldn't eat the bottom of pie crusts. My aunt Mamie would bake me pie crusts. Just the crust and break it up like cookies.

I like that story. I have quite a few good childhood memories. I couldn't pick just one.

I had a slightly shitty childhood, but, it wasn't all bad. I think one of my dearest childhood memories, was going to my aunt and uncle's farm. They had horses, and I have loved horses as long as I can remember. My cousins and I would ride bareback, out across the fields with a lunch we packed. We would go down to the creek and play in the water, eat our lunch, catch crawdads and let them go, and ride some more. We would be gone all day till the horses wanted to go home for supper. We would race back up the dirt road and when we got back, we had to hose down the horses, groom them, feed and water them, before we turned them out. It was heavenly.

My fondest childhood memory is when my foster parents - I think it was in 1977, brought home a puppy. They thought that everyone would jump at the chance to bond with and take care of this dog but only I did and Murphy (the dog's name) and I became best friends.