There will be many different answers here and it will be interesting to gauge what different people write. One of the first things I remember from childhood was playing wiffle ball in the back yard right after school. It was a relatively pure experience, one that predated social obsessions, challenges with the realm of dating, and the notion of living life through the lens of the other. Instead, this moment I remember was fairly transparent in its expression of joy. I remember the sound made when I connected and the trajectory of the ball. I remember the different stances I would take before swinging. Andre Dawson, Ryne Sandberg, Mark Grace, or even Jerome Walton- all of them would yield similar moments of swinging and missing. Yet, those moments when I remembered connecting allowed me to fully enjoy the moment, primarily because it was mine. It was a feeling that I was not to experience until much later in terms of being completely happy in a moment in time.
My clearest memory, one that I learned from, as a kid is when I was in fourth grade. I was learning how to multiply by two numbers. You know, like 24*12? I was a smart kid and always got 100% on stuff. But all of a sudden I was getting 0% because I did not realize you had to move over one column to the left when I started to multiply by the second number (the 1 in this poing).
I didn't want to admit that I was making mistakes so I tried to hide my papers instead of asking for help. I learned from that that it is foolish to feel bad when you make mistakes -- the only way to learn is to admit mistakes and find out what you have done wrong.
I am not sure of the question, but what I think you are asking is can I relate a story where I learned something as a child.
For example, I learned team work when I had to do dishes and housework with my sister and brother. We eventually worked out a task list which took less time to accomplish than just cleaning haphazardly.
I learned the value of a dollar when I had to work to earn the money to buy a car and pay for insurance.
I learned about other cultures when I traveled in foreign countries (and appreciated being an American even more.)
I hope these ideas help you get started writing.
As a child I was very fond of dogs. I had no fear of them and I would walk up to any dog at any time and hug it. Two events taught me a lessons about the nature of an animal that I have ever forgotten.
One day my grandmother and I were walking in our neighborhood. I saw a dog and ran up to it. I asked the lady what kid of dog it was and she told me a boxer. Being an impudent fool I acted like I was going to punch the dog. The dog jumped at me and bit my nose very hard. I no longer punch dogs.
The second lesson I had to learn was regarding dogs and dinner. Our neighbor had a huge sweet German Shepard. One day I was playing in the yard and the lay had fed it. The dog was eating. I wanted to show off so I went o the dog's bowl and acted like I was going to take a bite.
That big German Shepard tore me up. He bit my head, face and arms. I had 13 stitches on the top of my head. Needless to say, if a dog is eating, I leave it alone, especially a German Shepard.