Your Adoption Journal

A creek flowed through the neighborhood where I grew up.  It was wide with shallow rock filled rapids, sandy bottom with calm water,  and deep boulder lined holes that held big fish and adventure.  When I was young, I would wade in the shallows with my mother.  Pausing to let me lift rocks she let me discover crawdads, little minnows, and a passion for nature that grew throughout my life.  I share that love with my kids. 
What memories from childhood do you hold dear?  Times that were so special they call you to be passed along to a new generation?  You should share that in an Adoption Journal entry.