I’m too tired now to give a nice explanation, but probably playing with Legos with my dad as a kid. Either that or waking up on a REALLY stormy summer morning and going to grandma’s house.
I have no idea about “favorite”, but a nice memory that immediately comes to mind…
My dad was a minister, when I was little we lived in the “parish house” behind the church. Decent sized church. I have great memories of going up in the attic of the church - all sorts of catwalks and different “rooms”. And once my dad sent me all the way up the steeple, into the really narrow part with ladders & trap doors that was hard for an adult to get in. (I think he was having me check if there were any leaks?)
Always loved weird nooks in large buildings. Attics, cupolas, forgotten rooms, etc.
My grandma would make Mac and cheese from scratch. My wife eventually tracked down the recipe from my mom and now she makes it for me every year on my birthday!
My 13th birthday in 1993 where I got a SNES bundle with Super Mario World and Mario Kart and two controllers, McDonald’s for lunch, and the we watched the Lion King in theaters. Doesn’t seem like much, but we were a poor family. Best day ever.
