A Childhood Memory Essay

It was a maddening rush, that crisp fall morning, but we were finally ready to go. I was supposed to be at State College at 10:00 for the tour, and it was already eight. My parents hurriedly loaded their luggage into the van as I rushed around the house gathering last minute necessities. I dashed downstairs to my room and gathered my coat and my duffel bag, and glanced at my dresser making sure I was leaving nothing behind and all the rush seemed to disappear. I stood there as if in a trance just remembering all the stories behind the objects and clutter accumulated on it. I began to think back to all the good times I have had with my family and friends each moment represented by a different and somewhat odd object.

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After we disappeared around the corner of the salad bar, Johanna decided that she too wanted some ice cream. Mom quickly pointed her in the right direction and she hurriedly trotted after us. When Jami and I got back to the table, Mom asked us if Johanna got some ice cream. I told her that I didn't know, that she didn't come with us. Mom freaked out and we all abandoned our dessert to go search for Johanna.

We looked all over thebuffet area and decided that she definitely wasn't there anymore, so we expanded our search to the rest of the hotel. It wasn't long before Dad found her at the entrance of the hotel. When he found her, she was at the ice cream store next to the front desk with her nose and sticky hands pressed against the glass doors once again. When our four–day vacation was over and we left the hotel, we all glanced back to the ice cream parlor and saw the tiny handprints scattered on the glass. Our family grew that day and we will never forget how close we all felt when we found her.

I thought of the silver and brown change among the miscellaneous items scattered on the dresser. I thought of how, in a way, it was like our life always going a hundred different directions and doing a million different things. All my sisters have dance, gymnastics, piano lessons, harp lessons, Math Counts, etc., and my mom is always able to go all the different Get

My Childhood Memory

When I think of the most important memory that I have from my childhood, my mind goes directly to my childhood house to one specific day, the day I got my puppy! I was in my kitchen on a calm day. My sister pulled up into the very cracked black top that was in our driveway. I heard the car door slam close, then the sound of the squeaky kitchen door being opened. Eventually, I heard my name being yelled out by not only one person, but also my niece and nephew. As I ran down the creaky and very loud stairs I could feel that something special was going to happen. As I turned the corner my eyes went directly to one small fluff that was on the table. My sister had previously mentioned that she wanted a puppy and I even went to a run–down pet shop in a very sketchy town with her. But the dog that we were on a hunt for was not at all like the one that was on my kitchen table at that moment. I began approaching the counter, but trying to calm myself down. Previously I had owned a giant spotted pitbull named Yeyo and so I wasn't that familiar with tiny dogs. I was beginning to picture the amazing days I could have with this dog before even laying a finger on her soft fluffy hair. My sister must've surely seen the amazementin my eyes because before even saying anything to her, she began talking. Her words were a blur to me because I was so focused on the huge deep brown eyes that were sitting on the slippery white worn down counter in front of me. The dog was not meant to be mine Get more content

In addition, I have never forgotten my singular neighborhood which saw me when I was born, my first steps, my first words and so on. Hence, I had been living there for almost twenty years. There, I grew up with my family and unique neighbors who sharing unforgettable memories. My neighborhood was placed next to the principal port of my country, so everybody could get the most fresh fish and seafood at markets. Close to my house living people who had jobs in the port such as fish man, merchant marine, and captains. I remember that the community formed groups in order to gather money for any purpose. For example, the soccer field of my neighbor was old and careless. We made many activities as bingo, garage sale, and food sale. After long...show more content...

February is the hottest month of the year in my country, so since children to adults play this kind of comic game outside homes watching who is "dry" and get "wet.

Finally, my first school during the elementary was one of the most important in my life. There, I met many friends whom I still keep their friendship. I was six years old when I went at this female school, so all of my friends were woman. Every class, I used to go late because my parents would work the entire day every day; therefore, my grandmother after cook, she got to take me to at school. One day when I was going to my school on bus, I saw in the same bus a black long hair girl also with her grandmother and I remembered have seen her in my classroom. That day, after finishing the class, I started to talk with that girl called "Vanessa". Coincidently, after a long talking, we realized living close to each other. Therefore, I used to go her home to do homework or play chequers. Sometimes, I came home from school with Vanessa and her grandmother when my grandmother could not. Vanessa and I sang popular songs or telling jokes on the back way home. As I met Vanessa, I talked with Sara, Giuliana and Emily also. We are five– girls, so we sat together everyday that my parents talked with their parents, and if some of us were absent in the school, one of the parents called to tell them the homework of the day. They were my first

Childhood Memories Essay

Mostly the things I remember about being six had to do with simple suburban life: the driveway, the front yard, the field down the side yard, the woods behind the house. My brothers and I were always told "go outside and play," and we did. We biked, triked and scooted up and down the driveway. Then there was a basketball to bounce. Lots and lots of running around and a version of tag in the backyard we called "monster." My world was pretty clear and contained. Brothers to keep up with, yellow dandelions along at the end of the driveway, the field full of pricker bushes, milkweed pods, ugly sumac trees here, a grove of pine trees in the woods near the creek. All I remember was play, except for church on Sundays. Except for times I remember...show more content...

Instead of an organ, we had a rock band with a drum set. Our hymnal was called "Hymns Hot and Carols Cool." Pot luck dinner always included lumpy casseroles made with textured vegetable protein. Eventually men started showing up to church with go–tees and pony tails. Ours was a hippy church.

And I guess the Easter I got arrested was some kind of hippy–church field–trip. It was Easter weekend 1965, I think. To celebrate Good Friday, the day Christians remember Jesus's crucifixion, my dad had collaborated with some of the black churches in the "inner city" to drive around Monroe county and pray.There's an old Catholic tradition of praying "the stations of the cross" to commemorate Jesus's condemnation, his walk of shame to the hill of Golgotha and his getting nailed to the cross, and his last words. Catholics pray in church. We hippy protestants, it turned out would gather together, black/white, old/young, city–folk and suburb–folk and wander around the county picking places of inequality, poverty, and injustice to pray upon.

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It all started early Friday morning. We white Presbyterians took our yellow bus downtown to meet a church full of black Baptists and there yellow bus , we mixed everybody up and then we started the prayer–a–thon. As my father tells it, we prayed for fair wages at a plastics factory, for clean air and water at a waste dump, for better schools at a crummy looking high school on the east side Get

Childhood Memory

Childhood Memory On June 8th, 1990 is when I entered this place that we call Earth. Born to Montasser and Nagla Hassan, the only girl and the youngest with two older brothers, nine and seven years apart. My parents were born and raised in Cairo, Egypt, and moved to America after getting married, leaving their families behind to better their future and the lives of their future off springs. Their courage and dedication to life and each other is a characteristic that they carried on throughout their journey of careers, life, love, and children. Although they moved to America to better all of our futures they came with no set plan. My father took the first job he found as did my mother, no set career in the beginning. Without the help...show more content...

I will always carry the values that they have taught me as a child, because seeing them work so hard encourages me to carry on in life, I was taught I can be anything and do anything if I put my best foot forward, and that is what I continue to

Childhood Memories Essay

When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.

When I heard my parents talking about going to Disney World I was so excited. It was a long trip down to Florida and I could not sit still, because I was so excited. We finally arrived that evening and decided to stay in a hotel near thetheme park. When it was time for bed I could not go to sleep for a long time, because I...show more content...

Going to the beach was nothing like going to the lake or swimming pool. The ocean had large waves that would come crashing into the beach. I was so small that the waves would just throw me around. I also got to walk down the beach and find different objects that the waves had washed up on shore. I found seashells that had brilliant colors like the rainbow. I even found a creature that looked like pink jelly. I picked the creature up with a stick and took it to show my dad. My dad told me that it was a jellyfish that could sting me, so he made me bury it in the sand. I saw another creature that was gliding in shallow water. It was dark brown with a long tail and looked like it had wings. It was a horrible looking creature that I had never seen before. My dad came down to the water to see what I was looking at. He told me that they were called skates, and they would not hurt me. That was the first time I saw something living in the ocean besides a fish. My dad then showed me that there were little creatures called, sand fiddlers, which would wash up when the waves crashed into the shore. We sat down on the sand so he could show me how to catch them. The sand fiddlers would dig down in the sand fast as lightning, so we had to dig for them fast as we could. When I caught one it felt like it was trying to dig into your hand with what seemed like a million legs. After about four hours I was exhausted and starving. I

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My Childhood Memory

It was the fourth grade. I always heard rumors and gossip about a certain teacher. This year, kids said to take any teacher except Mrs. Williams, the oral project teacher. Of course in elementary, we did not have a choice of which teacher to choose. Boy, I was shocked when I glanced at the window that had my schedule. Just by looking at that plain white piece of paper sticking on a safety–glass window, I knew it was going to be a bad year. The old, grouchy, strict, and mean Mrs. Williams would be my teacher. No problems, all I need to do is stand in front of the class and speak memorized parts. Of course, I never was a fan to any project that included talking in front of the class. The shyness that accompanied me my ...show more content...

However, a couple days later from the announcement, a white envelope came in the mail with a gold seal and the name Mrs. Williams pasted on the return address. Why wasn't I surprised to find out this was an invitation to The Play for my parents? There were no more excuses. I had no choice but to go forward and join the play.

We first started by taking roles in different dramas. I rushed through a crowd of kids and hunted for a small lined part. Finally, luck played on my side and I found a short part that even I could memorize. I would be a dashing soldier, protecting the country of Rome from evil dragons while doing my best to keep the gods happy. Next, we all took bells and canes for the singing, prancing, and dancing part of the play. I received a tiny scratched bell with a little red piece of yarn. It was the ugliest and worse bell, but I became use to these consequences and I did not have any problem in going forward with progress.

After getting our red–stripped canes and other materials, we rehearsed our parts with great admiration. Well... most did. Personally, I hated the whole thing, especially the singing roles. When the kids were not "in tune," she blamed it on me and forced me to sing more. When we had to jingle the bells for a beat, my bell would just make an ugly thump sound. Even with all these problems, progress went well and everyone seemed ready for The

My Childhood Memory

I remember it like yesterday. We were all waiting patiently for my father to come home from the race track. He promised me and my sister that if he won, he would take us all to Rye Playland. The minutes felt like hours. It was the longest hour of my life. Then finally weheard the car door shut. Me and my sister ran to the front door anxiously waiting for the news. He opened the door and walked in. We tried to read the expression on his face but of course he was looking down while taking his sneakers off. The suspense was killing us. Then he looked up. No words were spoken between us and our father....show more content...

Me and my sister then ran into our rooms picking out what we were going to take with us for the hour and half long car ride. I brought my favorite book and my game boy. I picked out my favorite outfit and ran back into my parents room and ask when we were leaving. I was so relieved to see them already packing the car up with the cooler. My mom bought all my favorite juices and made our favorite sandwiches for lunch. My favorite was Peanut Butter and Jelly. Me and my sister then jumped in the back seat and were on our way. The car ride felt like forever. We annoyed our parents with repetitious questions about what the park was like and how much longer the ride would be. I twas ironic because we spent so much time discussing what we were going to do and how much fun it was going to be, we never once played with the books and games we packed.

I remember the main gate to the park looked like golden doors to an enchanted castle. It was beautiful. We rushed and bought our tickets so we could get started on all the awesome rides they offered. The first thing we saw was a huge roller coaster with a big loop. Then it all continued with bumper cars, ferris wheels, train rides, go–karts, and all the games you can think of. Me and my sister played every game they had there. Of course we didn't win any. My father also played games. We got all the

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