I have some great childhood memories. I grew up in the fifties and sixties. My parents loved each other and loved us kids. They did everything they could to give us a happy childhood. They were always doing things with us. Dad liked building things for Mom. He was always building things and working around the house to make it a nicer place to live. I wrote a lens about our home here.
I guess we were blessed to have good parents and a happy childhood.