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Your Story Time: Your Favorite Childhood Memory




I titled this page Carrie Lynn - Storyteller because I believe in the human story. Especially the common place human story. That is why I chose the subtitle of "Everyone has one - They need to be shared."


February, mid-winter seems the perfect time for you to share. This month I will send out personal story topics. I would love for you to respond, to jog your memory bank, and share your experience. You are welcome to share them publicly in the comments below or privately in email. I want to know more about you. I can't wait to learn.


This week's topic is "What is your favorite childhood memory?" Share as much as you like. Happy reminiscing.

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Patrick Weill
Patrick Weill
Feb 03, 2022

I loved to read! Summers on the couch after swim practice with a huge stack of books from the library, where my mom took me all the time. The Great Brain was one of those series I delved into.

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Carrie Lynn
Carrie Lynn
Feb 03, 2022
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I hear you. As a kid, year round we lived at the library or bookmobile. At the end of every school year my mom would leave a stack of new books that she got for us. It was as good or better than Christmas. I was also a swimmer, books went with me to meets, work breaks at the pool and so on. Happy memories.

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My favorite childhood memory isn’t necessarily a specific incident, but more of a period of time. A culmination of wonderful memories. I grew up in a very small town in Utah. My childhood consisted of running through fields, playing in creeks and rivers, riding bikes carelessly through wide open, empty streets. Playing exciting games with friends. It was a quintessential Rockwell childhood. Too many wonderful memories to remember just one in particular.

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Carrie Lynn
Carrie Lynn
Feb 03, 2022
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I loved childhoods. I grew up in Santa Clara, California in the 1970's. Our street was a circle. With houses in the middle and outside. There was a cherry orchard on one end and the back fences of another development on the other end. We had no through traffic. We played until the street lights came on and sometimes in the summer we stayed out later than that, because adults would hang out and we could play. I was lucky that my husband found us a place in Washington that allowed my kids the same delight. Two years ago the field that had buffered our neighborhood was purchased by developers. The minute that pushed the street through, the bliss went…

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