Memories.

Hiding in the big Forsythia bush, reading a book, in my Secret spot. 

Walking with Dad in the field, the grass coming up to his knees, and my chest.

The power being out, and Mom and I "camping" in the trailer, because we could have heat.  (Tomato soup and hot dogs, too!)

The smell of my Grandpa E's Roses, when we went to Portland to visit, while listening to jets take off overhead, since they were in the flight path of the Portland Airport.

Squirreling up in the hay bales, playing with the kittens, watching the cows come in and nose the hay and grain in the manger.

Grandma E letting me butter toast for the family breakfast.  I don't know how many I buttered, but I know it was a lot.  She had a six slice toaster, I think, and there seemed to be a lot of people there that morning.

Better yet, when Grandma E would make fry bread.  Have that with butter and honey, oh, it was just awesome...

Helping Dad put in fence posts.  I was old enough to move the truck forward, he would have the big hammer (a pipe with a length of log on the end), and  he would smack the fence post in with maybe one or two strokes, then tell me to move forward...

Helping Mom with Thanksgiving dinners, getting all the dishes, and spoons, and forks all in the right places, so we had something to serve with when things came to the table.

Helping Grandma M in the garden, as she would throw out ashes from the firebox, before she would go in and start the fire for the next day.  Then getting permission to go out in the woods, with the admonition that I was NOT to touch the Foxglove, or I could poison myself.  (She had this thing that Foxglove was the origin of Digitalis, and I guess thought I would have a heart attack?)

Grandma and Grandpa E's water in Portland, that would come out the color of milk, and then fade to clear, because of bubbles.

Grandma and Grandpa M's water, which was from the hill, and going out to put a screen so that it would not gather leaves to plug the water pipes... And then needing to paint the screen black, because the shiny screen would attract bears, who would mangle it, thinking it was a fish...

Picking over 140 quarts of tomatoes, because Dad didn't think we quite had enough in the container.  Mom did a LOT of canning that year! 

Feeding cows, feeding cats, feeding dogs, learning to drive a tractor, learning to fish. 

So, what kid memories do you have?