Descriptive Essay About Childhood

1.1 – Explain the factors that need to be taken into account when assessing development

From this lesson, I would like to know the meaning of social construction of childhood. I am very familiar with the history of psychology and children’s literature. My grandmother used to live with us when I was a young, and she told me many stories of the past. For this reason, I am able to link the materials I study to the real world. The social construction of childhood is somehow new to me. Especially the way Postman (1999) expresses social construction of childhood. For example, he stated, “In the twentieth century, childhood began to unravel, and by the twenty-first, may be lost altogether- unless there is some serious interest in retaining it”. (p. 116). This lesson inspired me to express my point of view of social construction of

Results I concluded that child one is athletic and/or kinesthetic she score above averages in everything everything that tested her core and strength. Child number two score above average in all of the tasks and is athletic and/or kinesthetic . In addition is well rounded in strength, flexibility and cardio. Child number three is like child number three, but her forte was her flexibility and cardio.

Somatization is the manifestation of psychological distress as physical symptoms such as headaches, stomachaches, body aches, dizziness, and fatigue (Mai, 2004; Taylor, Szatmari, Boyle, & Offord, 1996). These somatic complaints generally cannot be traced to any diagnosable medical conditions, however they are not fictitious and may be explained by biological mechanisms involved in the stress response as well as by changes in individuals’ perception of pain (Garber, Walker, & Zeman, 1991; Mai, 2004; Rief, Hennings, Riemer, & Euteneuer, 2010). Somatic disorders account for more productivity loss, unemployment, and healthcare usage than any other psychiatric disorder, indicating the need for further research into its many predictors and causes (Mai, 2004; Poikolainen, Aalto-Setala, Marttunen, Tuulio-Henricksson, & Lonnqvist, 2000; Rief & Auer, 2000). Among

In the Buckingham chapter, we see how constructed childhood truly is. His arguments show that adults are defining what it means to be a child through mass media such as television, internet, books, and movies. These mediums create the idea of what childhood should be, reinforcing this adult ideology due to the fact that we rely on these as sources of knowledge. We can see through his string of evidence how “childhood”, or the idea of childhood that we have, are socially and culturally constructed. This allows us the opportunity to see how perhaps our own ideas of childhood have been shaped by the books, movies, and shows we watched.

Social constructionism gives meaning to phenomenon in social context and connections between culture and society build up realities in their circumstances. The studies of this idea have been conducted more than thirty years by a number of North American, British and continental writers (Burr, 1995). However, in childhood studies this notion appears later on. It is mostly held universally, childhood is a stage that biologically existing in human life in early years. It should be considered this childhood is constructed in the society. As a social being, it brings into the mind the relationship between society and child, inevitably. However, the dominant understanding of childhood attributes biological and social

Within society, many people oversee the true capabilities and voices a child can demonstrate and express due to the ideologies and assumptions created through social construction. One core assumption about childhood is the opinion of age and how it is thought to be a measure and an indication of a child’s competency and rationality.

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.

My earliest memory I remember as a child is around the age of two years old. My Mother would put me in the playpen but I refused to stay. I was able to climb out of it. I remembered my Mother’s face expression that let me know that I better not climb out of the playpen again. This was one of my earliest memories of her setting her boundaries. When I got older, my Mother told me about the situation. She needed to clean and/or cook so she had to put me in the playpen. At the age of two years old, I just wanted to explore and didn’t want to stay in the playpen. This set the tone between us moving forward.

We all have vital points in our lives that will make or break us and show us if we are willing to sink or swim. I would like to share my defining childhood memory where I was forced to become independent and make sure that I was able to survive and swim in life.

During my childhood days, every single time it rained, I would wait just to hear the thunder. Every lightning strike was so powerful with its terrifying sound, yet it worked with the same principle that explained the bits of paper clinging to a charged fur cloth rubbed on a cat. It was very enchanting for me to learn that all the extreme and massive events which took place could be explained by the same laws which govern our daily experiences. Learning physics would unravel the nature of these events, all around me. Every single time I gaze at the sky, I could not help but realise that those stars which sparkle at a distance are nothing but bodies just like our sun and most of them are still bigger. During my school days, my biggest awe was just to realise how miniscule we were and that the universe was ever expanding. The most interesting fact for me was to admire the

I’ve often wondered if my earliest childhood memories really happened as I remembered them or have they been tainted by the telling and retelling of stories by my parents and grandparents. Someone seems to always claim, “I can remember when I was in the nursery.” Not to be outdone, someone else goes one better, “I remember when I was born.” Really? Can one remember those early events or are they figments of their imagination. I’m speaking of the average Joe or Jane, not those who possess special mental “gifts” that the average person isn’t blessed with. Take me for instance as the average Joe, the average Jack, actually.

It was late in the afternoon on a balmy spring day, and the sun was slowly beginning it’s evening stroll down the path to meet the horizon. Then finally to disappear beyond the edge.

The leaves would crunch beneath my steel covered toes and the fresh, cool forest wind would numb my cheeks. In my childhood years, several years after my parents’ divorce, my dad would take my sister and I out to hunting camp on the weekends. It was usually deer hunting season when we would travel there. My sister and I would hunker down and stay quiet in the early mornings before the sun would come up and at dusk before it would get dark. These were prime deer hunting times. My little sister Lizzy and I passed the time with creative activities. Most of the time we would sit in the pull barn and find scraps of wood, old nails, and tools to build heaps of nothing. Other times, when we were bored enough, we would venture into the woods and pick out pretty rocks for great grandma Ryers, or look for deer tracks on the trails. When hunting hours came along, I would either whittle on a stick or silently color in my animal coloring book. Another activity that my family and I would partake in was shooting rifles at apples nailed to a tree, or paper targets. This was not allowed during hunting season because it would scare the deer out of the area.

I never thought that when I woke up that day my life would change. In second grade, during the summer, my parents were fighting. A common occurrence in my household, so there was no reason to be worried. My siblings were at my grandma’s house while I wanted to stay with my mom and dad. Unfortunately, my mom agreed to let me stay.