Comments on: Win a Copy of Nanny Returns

By: Aurea

Aurea — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 01:08:54 +0000

Thank you everyone for sharing your wonderful childhood memories. They’re all fantastic!

Each one put a smile on my face as I’m sure they did for everyone reading.

Here are the winners.

Alma
Lindsay
Katherine
Lydia
Robyn Baldwin

Thank you!

Enjoy the Book.

By: Tammy

Tammy — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 00:15:04 +0000

One of my fondest memories was turning into a bit of a local celebrity in my small town when I was chosen to be on the TV show “Thrill of a Lifetime”.

That particular experience is absolutely filled with memories, from not believing the TV show rep when they called to tell me I’d been selected (to the point where they had to tell me to put my mother on, please, right away), to the excitement of riding in a limo, staying at a great hotel in Toronto… my first room service. I learned that what you see on TV isn’t always as it’s portrayed (“What do you mean, pretend this is my house, and wave to that guy I don’t actually know????”) And I became quite popular (temporarily) in grade 4 because of my new celebrity status!

By: Alma

Alma — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 12:21:12 +0000

My fondest childhood memory is of my grandmother soothing me to sleep. When I was young I often had nightmares when I slept away from home. Because of this, my grandmother spent countless nights rocking me to sleep, singing lullabies as I lay in her lap.

Now it’s my turn to return that love to her in her old age. When I stay over I curl up in her bed, hold her hand, and sing lullabies until she falls asleep.

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 02:47:50 +0000

My foundest childhood memory is of the Royal Winter Fair in Toronto. I grew up on a farm and each year I looked forward to the fair because it was so exciting to make the trip into the big city! The morning of the trip we would wake early, around 4am, and load some of our best animals onto our trailor and make the trek to the fair grounds. My dad knew this was a big excursion so instead of taking the most direct route he’d thoughtfully ensure our trip made it’s way through the city so we could take in all the sites.

By: laura

laura — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 11:55:44 +0000

my fondest memories is every year takng the ttc with my mother would take me to the eaton’s santa clause parade in toronto, we would then go to the eaton store and see their christmas window display and then I would go and see santa

By: Katherine

Katherine — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 01:38:55 +0000

One of my fondest childhood memories started out as a scary cautionary tale. My family had taken its annual trip to Wildwood, NJ. I must have been 6 years old, standing on the boardwalk, inching farther away from my father to catch a glimpse of the fireworks several feet away. I was so focused on my discovery that I did not hear the repetitive “Watch the tram car please” warnings, not its bells – I was standing on the tramcar rails! I felt someone take my hand and pull me to safety. I assumed it was one of my family members. As I looked up to the male that was holding my hand, I took a deep breath and yelled “You’re not my daddy!” and kicked the man as hard as I could in the shins. At that point my father rushed to get to me. The man explained he was only trying to help. As my father thanked him, I has holding up my fists to him (safely in my father’s arms). The man told me I had done the right thing in being wary of him (he was, after all, a stranger). I felt like a hero that day, even though I narrowly escaped getting crushed by a tram car!

By: BrendaLou

BrendaLou — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 00:55:58 +0000

My fondest childhood memory is a simeple one. Sitting on my grandfather’s lap, with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It made me feel so safe and comfortable.

By: debh

debh — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 17:46:14 +0000

When I was about 5 years old, my family left Canada and returned to Europe where my parents originated from. To earn a living my parents ran a cafe. One of my fondest memories is dancing to the tunes that the were played on the juke box (guess I’m dating myself here), particularly the song Puppet on a string by Sandy Shaw. How I loved to twirl around and dance to that tune and entertain anyone who stopped by our cafe.
To this day, when I hear that tune, it takes me back to a happy time when I felt free and uninhibited.

By: Robyn Baldwin

Robyn Baldwin — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 14:30:17 +0000

Here is one of my fondest childhood memories actually involving my nanny. I learned about my love for baking at a really young age. When I was 3 years old my nanny used to dress us up alike and have me help. We both wore big wrap around aprons and tied our hair up in towels (our chefs hats) and would bake. I don’t remember what we made but I can remember laughing, being covered in flour and having fun.

By: Yolanda

Yolanda — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 14:50:06 +0000

One of my fondest childhood memories are the summers I spent at my Grandparents cottage as a little girl. Nature, a huge garden, honey bees and my Grandpapa’s day time ‘home’: the shed. Every morning, I would help my Grandmaman get breakfast ready by setting the table and taking out every kind of jam, peanut butter, butter, honey and juice I could find so everyone could choose what they wanted. Then I would run out through the morning dewy grass to the shed to tell my Grandpapa it was time to eat. After breakfast, my Grandpapa and I would take a short truck ride to the local dépanneur (which was actually part of someones house) to get the daily paper, milk and a few goodies. Grandmaman would meet us outside on our return and we would divide up the newspaper (cartoons for me, of course) and the goodies and enjoy our time together with nature on the balcony.