Her sneaking out of the house after midnight. Spending the entire night out on the lawn holding each other in the dead of winter.

No heat in my car. Spending the winter nights in there sometimes. Try to get the hell out of there before her parents woke up and found us with a layer of ice over the inside of all my windows, manically using the ice scraper so I can almost see the road.

Since im a crisp monster it will have to be the packets of crisps that have come and gone eg Thingies, god I miss those

Like Jose mentioned Old school Nicklodeon shows.

The one thing I really miss and will never get back is when I was younger, about 9 or 10. On the sunday id always make a den in the house, and just stay in there for hours n hours reading, listening to music or playing old hand held games. Then going to school the next day id always look forward to getting home because I knew that my mum would of bought me a surprise. And she always did, but the edible kind, my mum is kool.

Sleep overs at my best friends house.We would drink tons of coffee. Order in. Watch movies and TV shows.Stayed up until 6am. I'd wake up at 11:30, go home to do my chores and be back at her house at 3pm. We would read. Or write stories. Or just sit and talk at her kitchen table nursing another cup of coffee. We'd call the table the talking table because we would talk about everything.But with a boyfriend/husband, kids, work..or just plain old life, gets in the way of those times.Now we just talk and have coffee and watch movies....which is nice too

I miss palying and getting dirty in the empty lot by the apartment building where I grew up. Between the ages of 5 and 10, that lot was an awesome place for imagination. When it was weed-filled, it was a jungle; when it was cleared...anything goes. We used to build small shacks with whatever bricks or wood planks were laying around. Now, it's just an empty lot. Crap, I'm getting old.

Wow, just the name of this thread brought so many memories back to me...

My grandmother's amazing vegetable garden.. me and my high school boyfriend running around Elizabeth Park, and going to Friendly's with our last $8.03 to get 2 orders of quesadillas.. the first time I ever saw Holman Hunt's "Lady of Shalott" at the Wadsworth Athanaeum.. spending time outside among the ivy, at dusk, with bats overhead..

And this oddly vivid one: I was in high school, and I remember walking to CVS with my friend Nick, and getting my first bottle of black nailpolish. It was Wet 'n' Wild brand, and I got a bottle of the Denim Blue too (sparkly indigo). And some silly metal mag, because White Zombie was on the cover. The black polish was one of those things I had to sneak in to the house b/c my mom was weird about these things at the time.

Strange to look back. Sometimes the memories are so vivid. I hear Nick is doing all right; I hope that's true.

I remember back when we were still in the parochial school, taking naps in the bathtub lined with carpent, playing memory with Debby.... wow I haven't thought of her in a long time. that was over 15 years ago....

We didn't really have cable/dish until I was in late middle school. As a kid we just ran crazy around the farm barefoot... had a club house in the windbreak, sometimes went down to the pond and canoed or fished... riding our bikes into town to visit the "arcade" in the back of the country store (convenience store)... sneeking into the cow pasture across the road. I think we called it "a whole new world". Three hour car rides to go see Grandma.