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Riley stores her memories on a shelf. This represents her long term memories. They are placed on the shelf so that Riley can refer to them at other times.

A pure memory. A truthful memory that is seen through the eyes of different individuals. The creepy, yet capturing toy that never seems to be forgotten. As we grow all our old toys seem to either be broken, thrown out or just simply lost and then forgotten. We may forget them, but do they forget us, and if they do not – what does that mean for us and our future?

1. Magnus Andreas Brattesto was born April 14 1890 in Norway. Magus was the first-born son in his family of dozen children. He works on a fishing boat when he left school at ten. Magnus took a ship to America by the fist Norwegian immigrant ship called Restauration and nicknamed the Norwegian Mayflower. He like many immigrants turned to service in the army was in order to become a full citizen, when servicing somewhere no longer discriminated because they shredded blood for their country.

As humans when we speak about memory; we bring up “memories” that have happened in the past as if we knew what actually happened. However, everyone creates fillers to fill in information that you do not remember in memories. In The Things They Carried, O’Brien expresses his memory and states to us that his stories are true and are also created. O’Brien fills us with information about what he knows is true and then creates the rest into a story. Loftus and Jason both discept how our brain functions when we speak about memories.

Laurel remembered the breadboard as a clean, beautiful carved board that was very well kept. She was livid when she found Fay cracking nuts on it with a hammer. The beautiful board was now dull, full of splinters, and used to extinguish cigarettes. Enraged, Laurel was tempted to strike Fay on the head with the board but then “realized that the breadboard was a visible sign of the past and does not contain the memory” (Phillips). She was so focused on the physical object rather than the memory behind the breadboard. Laurel realizes that a memory is not “lived in initial possession but in the freed hands, pardoned and freed, and in the heart that can empty but fill again” (Welty 179).

Throughout our lifetime, us as people decide to admire different objects, ideas, and people due to what pleases their thoughts and actions. The infinite examples of things we could’ve valued could’ve been toys, friends, book, etc.. But then we began to mature and begin to come out of our little shells to discover new products, views of the world, and new ways to advance in our technology and therefore influencing what we value today. And as I matured in my lifetime, I established a novel value to my parents the greatest.

Something that has been extremely important to me and still is really important to me is my Winnie Pooh blanket. Now you may think why is a teenager still need a blanket to sleep with? Well I have a good reason. This blanket reminds me of my father when I was little. My dad got me this blanket when he was deployed in South Korea, he got this for me because I was little and he loved to bring back presents, since he regretted missing most of my life. My dad has left several times to go serve his country, and I hated it because I missed my dad growing up. I love this blanket right now, even though now my dad is home right now. I don't really know when he will be gone again. This blanket also brings back memories to me, of my younger days when

Our mind is full of many recorde memories that will remain. For example, when we were born, we met and iteracted with many people from different traits/cultures. We have experience many events, some good other bad. All these experiences have remain in our memory- like a video, we can play, pause and re-play, it’s finny because sometimes we don’t even know why they remain. We have all experince or are more sensitive with our feelings (intuition) for example; we have that intuition when people are not reliable, or an event will go wrong if we take plan “A” decision.

This means involving “taking an imaginary walk along a familiar path where images of items to be remembered are associated with certain locations” (Weiten, 2011, p. 243). The children could’ve have recognized the locations of the items and remembered an event or locations that had allowed the materials to be committed to memory. As a result of seeing the items placed in front of them, they were able to connect them with their present locations and remember them by their past locations.

  Memories are works of fiction, selective representations of experiences actual or imagined. They provide a framework for creating meaning in one's own life as well as in the lives of others. In Toni Morrison's novel Beloved, memory is a dangerous and debilitating faculty of human consciousness. Sethe endures the tyranny of the self imposed prison of memory. She expresses an insatiable obsession with her memories, with the past. Sethe is compelled to explore and explain an overwhelming sense of yearning, longing, thirst for something beyond herself, her daughter, her Beloved. Though Beloved becomes a physical manifestation of these memories, her will is essentially defined by and tied to the

The thing I carry is something that everyone carries around everywhere everyday. I carry it to class and am in trouble if I forget it. The thing I carry is a pencil. You might think that it could be a special pencil that I got from someone important but it’s not. Just an average pencil. Wooden or mechanical, it doesn’t matter. But it is what I create with it that matters. When I’m bored in math class I doodle with it, creating things that are incoherent or just so simple that they’re boring. Writing with it in English class to create a masterpiece or to make a quick write that we won’t even hand in. If I mess up in my artwork all I need to do is flip it around, erase the error, and restart the task. A pencil is my key to unlock my potential.

Memory – what it is, how it works, and how it might be manipulated – has long been a subject of curious fascination. Remembering, the mind-boggling ability in which the human brain can conjure up very specific, very lucid, long-gone episodes from any given point on the timeline of our lives, is an astounding feat. Yet, along with our brain’s ability of remembrance comes also the concept of forgetting: interruptions of memory or “an inability of consciousness to make present to itself what it wants” (Honold, 1994, p. 2). There is a very close relationship between remembering and forgetting; in fact, the two come hand-in-hand. A close reading of Joshua Foer’s essay, “The End of Remembering”, and Susan Griffin’s piece, “Our Secret”, directs us

Looking back, my childhood memories are a bunch of blurry fragments, which I find myself piecing together. But I feel likes there one memory that I have managed to piece together. It’s the memory of an event that changed my whole entire life. At fours years old, this event, this journey would force me to start a new stage in my life.

Would you want the FBI in your private space search through your cellular device looking for something that you had nothing to do with? There are many affairs that could go awry if the Apple Company gives the FBI a back door to their iOS file. The Apple Company shouldn’t give the FBI a back door because it invades peoples’ privacy, dangers the USA, and can end up in the wrong hands.

It is no doubt about it that everyone has somewhere that they have adapted to long enough to call it there home! A place they can relax and really be their selves, for some it may have been their grandparents house, aunties house or wherever they felt comfortable. Well I of course felt comfortable in my own home, a four bedroom house on the west side of North Miami. My home in Miami was perfect I had my own room, I was very comfortable there, and it was a place to get away from the world.