I'm not sure why it is harder for me to remember a happy childhood memory compared to ones that I am upset about. That's a little disturbing, since my childhood was fine. I do remember spending hours in my parent's pool with my brother. We would swim, go down the slide, jump off the diving board, and just play around in the water. We would be there all summer. I would get so tan that I was 3 shades darker than my normal skin tone. It was a time where we didn't have to think about anything else. It was nice.