So sad, kwhite. Not even one? If not a good memory of a time with your family, how about a good memory of a childhood friend, or a time at school, or during the freedom of summer vacation? Something you discovered, or the very first time you tasted something or tried something? Learning to sew?
My childhood was mixed, lots of good memories and some very hateful ones. Hard to pick just one to share.
For some reason, what's coming to mind is going with one of my uncles to get bagels for the family Sunday brunch. My mother, her sisters and their families, some of their cousins' families and some of the in-laws would get together almost every Sunday morning for bagels, lox, and whatever else to build a feast. One of my uncles would take me with him to get bagels from the bagel factory or a Jewish bakery. I haven't thought of that in a long time, but those were special times. I miss you, Uncle Max.