I agree that I have several fond childhood memories. But my favorite, it's like a still picture, is when my family went to the Grand Canyon. It was my brothers' boy scout trip (they hiked north rim to south rim). I remember being in the RV in the upper bunk (the bed above where the driving compartment is) looking out and seeing my brothers and my parents putting stuff out to load into the RV. The sun was shining, it was green and beautiful and my family was just there. It's a memory I have that comes and goes...just that picture of them, happy. Spooky
love the second line there!
I'd love to see you top 10 childhood moments too!