What childhood memory still makes you laugh?

For me, it's remembering my dad teaching baby brother how to fish. Little guy had just turned 3, and Dad had made him a little pole out of bamboo and put one of his reels on it. He demonstrated casting several times, my brother watching intently. When Dad handed him the pole, little brother tossed the whole thing into the lake where it promptly sank from view. Little brother was clapping his hands and smiling broadly, and the look on Dad's face was beyond priceless.

I was the 4th of 4, to a guy who worked his ass off to make ends meet. Fun was in snippets, and kept quiet. However, with my 2 kids, we have countless stories we retell, key words and phrases, things that we remember and share when together that continually bring happiness, laughter and joy. A favorite story, believe it or not, is when I accidentally shot a neighbors cat. "Good shot dad!" my son said.

...who'd walk up to your plate in the cafeteria on the days where they were serving those ice cream scoop-portions of instant mashed potatoes, and he'd stick his hand in your plate and grab a handful and smear it all over his face.

He also, for reasons unknown, nicknamed apple sauce "lickle sauce."

He's a regular on classmates.com. I could contact him if I wanted to but as you can tell it would probably be for the best if I did not.

:rofl:

I was cool because I could double clack at full speed, one of the balls came untied from the string in mid clack, flew off the string and turned into a missle, whizzing past unsuspecting children's heads....thank goodness no one was in it's path. For those whippersnappers who do not know what click clacks are...here is a pic for reference. Fun, but pretty dangerous toy from the early 70's......

it was july 4 1987 or 88, i was six or seven and my sister is three years younger.

my dad's parents drove us from queens up to the catskills to visit my grandfather's mother. the only thing i remember of being up there was my sister (who was preternaturally strong as a child) pinning my uncle to the lawn chair and trying to pry open his mouth so she could spit in it :rofl:

and then, as we were driving home, we saw fireworks going off. my sister pipes up "oh sissy! i'm so exciting!"

although i was a little kid, i responded by saying "no, it's 'i'm so excited.'"

she looked at me and said "you too, sissy!?"

so now, whenever we're excited about something, we say we're so exciting :rofl:

for lunch we were served tongue - it looked exactly like a big tongue on a plate - I declared I would not eat it, grandma said HUSH NOW AND EAT - then her friend Eva, sitting on the other side of me, leaned over and said, "THERE'S NO TELLING WHERE THAT BLOODY TONGUE HAS BEEN"......to make a long story shorter, I did not eat it. :D

and he'd take us all on.