Weekly Response #12: Childhood Story

Tell us the title of your favourite childhood story.  Briefly recap the story, as well as any details connected to how you encountered this story (for example, was it read to you by your grandma?). Why do you think it was your favourite?  How did it capture your attention?

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13 thoughts on “Weekly Response #12: Childhood Story

  1. I’de have to say one of my favourite child hood stories comes from grade 5 when I was with my friend Seth Vanderkooi. When me and Seth would hang out after school we would go running around in a nearby forest close to my house. On one of the odd occasions when we were in the forest we encountered a cat skull. After we found the skull we took it home washed it and pretended it had some sort of tribal meaning behind it. We basically treated it as the most sacred thing on the earth at the time.

  2. My favorite childhood story would have to be a book called “How do Dinosaurs say goodnight?” It told stories of how different kinds of dinosaurs said goodnight to their parents when they went to bed. Me, being the dino-loving 3 year old that I was, loved it. I read it almost every night for two years and I will always remember it.

  3. My favourite childhood story is when I had my first trip down to Cannon Beach, Oregon. I think it is my favourite because it was my first road trip and it was a new experience for me. It captured my attention because I am going back this year for the eighth year.

  4. My favourite childhood book was “goodnight little rabbit”. It was a story about a rabbit trying to go to sleep but not being able to so the moon tries put him to sleep but he still cant sleep so the moon calls all the things in his room to help put him to sleep. I remember that for some reason the book scared me but thats why i liked it so much.

  5. My favourite childhood stories or books were always “Amelia Bedelia.” I spent many nights listening to my mom read me the books and i think the reason i liked it so much is because it made me feel really smart because i new the mistake she was making even though they were pretty obvious and wasn’t that impressive to know what she was doing wrong.

  6. When I was a young girl, I would sit on my grandmother’s lap in our old Oak Street home, while she sat on her rocking chair, running her fingers through my hair gently, softly cooing the words of a book titled “Jesus Loves Me.” I can’t quite recall who the author is, or where the book is, unfortunately. The book contained the lyrics of the classic song, just with beautiful, simple illustrations. I would ask her to read it to me every day, and she would drop everything just to recite the words again. The lyrics would calm me, keep me in a place of serenity. I still remember all the words to this day!

  7. my favourite childhood story was mmm cookies by Robert Munsch. Its about a boy who makes fake cookies out of play dough. He gives them to friends and family as a practical joke. His teacher finds out about the cookies and makes a plan with his class to make him fake cookies. In the end the class gives him the fake cookies and he gets a taste of his own medicine. After the kids make real cookies and everything all chill.

    • my favourite childhood story was mmm cookies by Robert Munsch. Its about a boy who makes fake cookies out of play dough. He gives them to friends and family as a practical joke. His teacher finds out about the cookies and makes a plan with his class to make him fake cookies. In the end the class gives him the fake cookies and he gets a taste of his own medicine. After the kids make real cookies and everything all chill. (Jacobs favourite not myahs)

  8. my favourite childhood story was mmm cookies by Robert Munsch. Its about a boy who makes fake cookies out of play dough. He gives them to friends and family as a practical joke. His teacher finds out about the cookies and makes a plan with his class to make him fake cookies. In the end the class gives him the fake cookies and he gets a taste of his own medicine. After the kids make real cookies and everything all chill.

  9. There was a cat. A big cat. A strong cat. It was the best cat, so they called it a lion. But there were more lions, so they called this one Aslan. At some point, there was another animal that said that cats never existed, and so since it was the next best animal, then it must be Aslan’s real equivalent.
    At another time, there was a family. A big family. A strong family. The family was worried about a war, so they sent the kids away. While away, the kids found another world with the cat. The big cat. The strong cat. The lion, Aslan.
    Also, there was a man. Not so much of a big man, or a strong man, but he was the next best man, so they called him the king. He had a nephew. In mind and heart, this fellow was a big man; a strong man. He grew to become the best man, better than his uncle. So he became the king.
    The story of all these figures, and more, is the Chronicles of Narnia.

    I distinctly recall listening to the audiobook during lengthy wintertime car rides throughout the Fraser Valley, such as while driving from Surrey to Maple Ridge to visit my grandparents, as a young and impressionable child. Throughout my childhood, I would come to read the entire series several times over. It is a combination of the Chronicles and several other influential pieces of literature, such as the Bible, that helped instil within me a preference for strong, flavourful writing.

  10. My favorite childhood story is a Chinese comic book. It has more than ten series made up of hundreds of single episodes, and they are still continuing producing more. It’s a story of wolves and sheep. The antagonist of the story, as you can guess, is a wolf. He lives in a dark purple castle with his wife and kids right next to the village that the sheep live in. He is an inventor. In every episode he invents something and comes up a new way related to his invention to catch the sheep nextdoor. However, no matter how brilliant his ideas are, our protagonist and his friends would always use their intelligence and teamwork to escape from the wolf. Every episode follows the exactly same storyline, just in different settings, with different ways to catch the sheep, and different strategies to run away from the wolf. As a kid, although I was almost one hundred percent sure that the sheep would be safe, I would still get so uptight and excited when I read it. The wolve’s invention has taught me some science as well.

  11. My childhood was filled of my loving family and many stories. My grandpa passed away from cancer when I was a young girl. I have one specific memory with him that I will never forget. He was as tall as my dad and larger so I was a bit fearful of him until my dad encouraged me to sit on his lap. I remember I was playing with toys in my grandparents living room. My grandpa was sitting on a sofa talking to my dad. Then I looked over at him and he tapped his knees with his hands calling me to come sit with him. I shook my head shyly and looked at my dad for assurance. My dad told me it was okay that he’s not scary. Him and my grandpa laughed and my dad again said he’s OK and won’t bite. So I stood and climbed up to his lap. I remember right away feeling instantly comfortable. He stroked my hair and hugged me as I sat in his lap. Thats the only memory I have of hugging or being with my grandpa. So I cherish that memory, holding onto every detail.Then before I fell asleep he pulled out the bible and began to read to me from it. I watched as his finger traced each line and verse. I wish so much I could remember where in the bible he was reading from. I remember his smile, his warmth, his loving arms around me, his comforting voice as he continued to read to me. That time with my grandpa is so special to me.

  12. My favourite childhood story is the race game between rabbit and tortoise. This is the first story my mother use to teach me because I always too arrogant about my homework when I am in elementary school. When I am in grade 2, I thought everything was too simple, and I know every answer for it, so I always had a lot of mistake after test. But I thought that’s fine, because I knew the answer, the mistake only because I did not check. One day, my mother want to tell me a story about the race game between rabbit and tortoise. I told her I already know this story since I was 5 years old, but my mother said she will tell me totally different story. A rabbit think that she is the faster runner in the forest, one day, she want to have a race game with tortoise, everyone know that tortoise always be slower one, but no one really know how fast rabbit can run. When the game start, everyone stay in the end wait for the winner. Rabbit run faster more than tortoise, but she slept in the middle of the game, because she think that she will win the game. But she slept in until the tortoise arrived the end of the race. Everyone think tortoise is the faster runner after the game, but no one believe that the rabbit is more faster than tortoise. This story I still remember till now, I know my mother want me understand, do not be arrogant to anything that I can do easily, because if you cannot prove your skill, means nothing and no one will believe what are you really like.

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