Beautiful childhood memories: A feeling of warmth and security
Nothing is as emotional as looking back at your own childhood. Close your eyes and take a trip down memory lane. What do you see, hear and smell? Often, it's just nebulous scraps of memory that come to mind. Other thoughts, on the other hand, are as concrete as scenes from a movie in front of our inner eye. The birthday candles on the cake. The chewing gum vending machine with those balls that basically taste terribly bland. The delicate scent of the sun cream that mom put on us at the lake.
The more emotional the impressions were, the more present the images are in our minds - colorful, but also dreary. And according to researchers, they don't even have to have happened in reality. Our brain only forms "real" memories at the age of five. But doesn't it ultimately matter whether things actually happened that way? One thing is certain: Immersing ourselves in happy childhood moments is balm for our souls, reduces stress and helps us make the right decisions. Good reasons to feel like
like you did as a child.
The childhood memories of LEA readers
Frederike (34): "There was no chaos at Grandma's, just love and undivided attention"
"I have six siblings. Sure, I love them all. But things were often hectic and loud at home. We vied for mom and dad's attention a lot. Visits to my grandma were different. When I was seven, I was allowed to spend a whole week with her every now and then during the vacations - on my own. I remember long walks along the Elbe beach, the big adventure playground with the cable car. I remember the lovingly laid breakfast table with the flowered crockery, freshly baked rolls and bear sausage. And of course we were allowed to eat as much as we wanted without having to share with our siblings. Grandma unfortunately died far too young. But as soon as I smell the sea or fresh bread rolls, she comes back to life in my head."
Christiane (59): "The taste of the sugar chain"
"We used to go to the outdoor pool almost every day in summer. The best thing was standing at the kiosk after swimming, completely frozen and dripping, and buying sweets. I'll never forget the delicious taste of the sugar necklace around your neck that you gradually gnawed off. If there wasn't enough money for a necklace, at least it had to be a sugar bracelet."
Nicole (51): "At high speed over the hill and then ..."
"It was madness: I got the disco scooters, the ones with the rubber stopper on the front. And some of my friends had them too. We met up almost every afternoon on a newly asphalted road. There were few cars on the road. There was a small hill with tracks on top. You had to go over there and let yourself roll down. Whoever got the furthest won. Of course, the run-up was crucial. That's clear. It was simply wonderful."
Source: LEA