What is your fondest childhood memory?

My fondest childhood memory? Well, actually I have two. The first memory is of myself at the age of three or four, and I am at home with my mother playing with my FIsher-Price toys on the living room rug. My mother usually waited until us kids were in school full-time before she would seek another job. I used to have the Fisher-Price school house that opens, one of the inside walls was a chalkboard. I also had the airplaine, and family house by Fisher-Price. The people I remember were like cylinder shaped, no arms or legs, just a head with a happy face. They were small, and by todays standards a choking hazard, but back then parents actually watched their kids, and kids were not as overactive (Sorry to be so critical of todays parents, and kids, but I have some first hand experience with young neices and nephews). I really wish my mother held on to these toys for me, I absolutely loved those toys. We gave them to some lower income family down the block who had very little money, and lots of kids. I am sure they enjoyed them, and I am glad we could help, but I really want those back! Does this make me evil?

My second fondest memory is of my grandfather Lopez (my mom's father). He used to stay with us during Chicago summers, and go to L.A. to stay with his other daughter during Chicago winters. He was sweet,kind and soft spoken. He had a good sense of humor, loved all his grandkids, and never liked to yell or raise his voice. When the ice cream truck came up the street he would buy me icecream. Since my parents room was in the attic, and my gradfather's bedroom was just off the kitchen, I would usually go into his room a night during thunderstorms. The thunder and lightening would scare me, and I would take my comforter, fold it in half, and position it on the floor in his room. I would bring another blanket, and pillow, and just sleep there during the storm. He was usually asleep when I did this, and wouldn't find me until early morning. I felt safe, and slept like a rock on that hard floor. He was a great man, and I have never met a man who comes close to his equal. When he passed in 1987 I was devasted. Since at the time of his death he was living in L.A., that is were is burial, and funeral were. We didn't have the money for all of us to fly over, so only my mother went. It comforts me to know he is safe, in heaven with my grandmother (who I didn't know because she passed when I was a baby). Sorry I can't display a picture at this time, I am having computer problems, but believe me, I will post some in another hub, at another time.