Remember YOUR "small keed time"?
Those were the good old days! YOU were young, innocent, naive and maybe even a little bit "kolohe" (rascal). When you look back, I bet you cannot help but grin, yeah? I bet you can just feel a longing oozing up inside of you for a time when life was much simpler. Wherever you live now, if you grew up in Hawaii, you must remember your "hanabuddah days". Eh, no shame ... we all had "hanabuddah".
Eh … right now get choke stories already online written by Hawaiians and Hawaiians at heart. Most all writers had the unique life experience of growing up in Hawaii. That’s why the site is called ”Hanabuddah Days”.
Enjoy these personal stories.
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Written by Kamaka Brown
Tony Nacapui wasn't going for it. "Nah, brah, I no like..." he said, his mouth set and jaw muscles twitching.
"Eh come on Tony, no be stink fut," Francis said, "an' besides, if no lemme ride 'em now, one day when you not looking, somebody going cockaroach 'em and den wat?"
Tony considered that eventuality, especially since Francis and his gangstah brothers were the notorious nocturnal bikenapper crew. You would find your bike had been dissected by some made bike doctor. A
Read more: Da Bool
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Written by Mokihana White
Growing up in da 'âina, was a big deal when people from da mainland wen come ova to visit us. No mattah if our friends wen come by ship oa plane, was still one exciting time, cuz back den, living in da middo of da Pacific Ocean stay pretty far
Read more: Orchid Lei
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Written by George K. Cabral
There used to be a quarry a couple streets from us that was abandoned for many years. It was just up the back of the old blue B & K store which by the way, is still there today. I am not sure what it is called today. I don't remember who owned
Read more: Da Quarry
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Written by Kamaka Brown
When I was small kid, I knew everybody who lived on my street. Summer time I could leave the house in the morning and no come home 'til dinner time. My muddah neva worry cuz she knew I was in da neighborhood. All she had to do was
Read more: My Neighbors
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Written by Terry Feliz
We grew up knowing him as Uncle Robin. I guess his "real" name was Lorenzo, but it was something I learned after I was an adult. I remember seeing him once when I was 4 or 5 years old. He made a trip to O'ahu from Moloka'i for medical
Read more: Uncle and the Dog
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Written by Mokihana White
We had two mango trees in our yard up in Manoa Valley. We wen call um Da Top Mango Tree and Da Bottom Mango Tree. How original! Us keeds would climb da trees way up high into da top branches. We could spy on peepo around or ack like da big branches
Read more: Squishy Mangos
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Written by Stacey Keanaaina
Whoowee, check this out. I was plucked out of the jungles in Vietnam by helicopter late one evening. We didn't have a landing zone so they dropped down a cable with a shoulder strap to hoist me up outta the jungles into a chopper.
We got word about
Read more: Bringing Aloha to Viet Nam
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Written by Linda "Lika" Relacion Oosahwe
I have a lot of fond memories of Kunia. My first job was there. My bestest friends are from there. I think I was 12 or 13, when I first went to Kunia. I got drugged there, you know back in da day wen parents say WE going here or there. There was no
Read more: Kunia aka KOON-yuh
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Written by Mona Sands
Just reading these great hannabuddah stories triggers my mind into remembering my own childhood in the good old days. It was growing up in the mid to late 50's in Kaneohe. I had Japanese grandparents and Hawaiian grandparents. This is about my
Read more: My Hawaiian Grandma
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