Eight years old, going to my first major league baseball game at Wrigley. Walking up the ramp from below the stands into the bright sunshine with the beautiful ivy covered outfield walls, and perfect infield grass, and my Cub heroes in their classic blue pinstripes. No idea which team won the game (odds are it was not the Cubbies back then) but that first image of the field is forever imprinted on my brain.

May sound strange to some folks, but the first time I saw the ocean really made a lifelong impression on me. I still get a little of that feeling every time I go to the ocean.

The day you remove the training wheels from your bike

Getting my drivers license.

First day of summer break or last day of high school.

Fishing with my Grandfather on the otter banks in North Carolina.

Christmas
Thanksgiving- The whole family got together, all my cousins.
Little League
Our annual Toledo Bend trips twice a year. April and July 4th
Fishing Pines with my Grandfather

thats a great 1
i would pull my son out of school at lunch & we would go

No arguing this one

I'm gonna call #5 two events for the same reason.
The first bicycle and the first car.
Why? First taste of independence--- that realization that you don't have to rely on mom or pop to take you places

This for sure

My dad used to do the same thing with me. We'd leave on Friday and go to our lease in Sweetwater. Man we're those the good ole days. Damn clock at school couldn't tick fast enough.

Lot's of great days out there...

I did mean what is a great day in the life of a kid that happens every year, like Christmas and Halloween.

It's all good regardless.

There are some great answer up there, and great days. Thanks for playing...IN65

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Fishing with my Grandfather for flounder in the great south bay - in a wooden rowboat that was towed to the flounder area by a boat with a motor. The motorboat would drop us and we were free to row about looking for the flounder - "just stay in the area" the motorman said.
We would fill a couple buckets full of flounder and maybe the occasional fluke.
Then go home and clean them all.

Good Times . . . . .

R.I.P. W.G.Planding
Gone but never forgotten.
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Hunting in the mountains each year with my dad, uncle, and friends, was definitely a top 5!