re: Post a favorite memory you have growing up

Hands down, mine was building a tree-house with my Dad when I was 11 or 12 that me and my metal-head friends dubbed "Devil's Island".
It was an actual house in the crook of a live oak, with a lean-to style roof, complete with screen windows (square holes covered with screen) a porch, a front door, a semi-permanent outlet for TV and a fan, and the trap-door floor entry. My addition, which took alot of BSing him about the need for a "Fire Escape", was a 'mono-rail' (1/2" pipe about 6" long on a TIGHT metal cable)that ran from the trunk near the porch rail all the way to a pine about 30' away. THAT thing was a hit with my friends...
Dad did most of the work, obviously, but I did get to use the table saw for the first time, and earned a "bravest kid I've ever seen" comment from Dad when I had to shimmy up that fricker about 25-30' to secure cables for added floor/porch support. It was wide, but very short...could sleep 3 people comfortably.
I LOVED that fricking tree-house, no other kid had anything like it, and I was the envy of my class and BSA troop. Many a day I spent up there, reading, playing guitar; in later years, hanging out with my friends, smoking, and seeing how far I could get with the chick across the street...

The memory that stayed with me, was looking up at Dad, watching him frame it out and thinking: One day, when I'm old and Dad is long gone, I'm gonna remember this day, this "right now" and wish I was right here again, with him.