My family was quite poor as most families in Russia at that time. So I had not much opportunity. But my childhood was happy. Here are some of my exciting memories. One of the kids had to run in frunt of the moving car.The nearer to the car the better. That was a miracle that I escaped. Next time we jumped into a snowdrift from a two-storey house's roof. In summer I was send to my grendmother to the village. Oh! That was fantastic times of full freedom! We, the kids, had a lot of fun. E.g, almost every evening my cousin and I competed who would drink 1ltre of milk first. That was pretty dangerous ritual as we laughing much. I also liked to climb trees, swim in our muddy pond together with domestic gees and ducks, lie and chatter with my friends on the top of a huge haystack at nights and many other things. Thank you for this lovely question!

may childhood was not good but all memories carry something to learn,scars is just a remembrance. cowboy...

many to mention but i always have good memory in the house of my grandfather even if i am alone or together with all the family...

I don't have many good memories of my childhood as my parents were poor migrants in Australia.

So many. For example, play the toy made by myself with my friends. Sth like paper plane or boomerang. :-)