Descriptive Essay About My Memories

Often times we find ourselves thinking about the past only to try to force the memories away and return to our current delusion. We can never erase the past, but if the past is who we are, then should we just welcome pain back into our lives? Embarrassment, guilt, and pride betray us as we choose to bury our darkest memories in our head and look to a positive future without ever having to readdress them and acknowledge that they had ever happened in the first place. Thinking back now my weakest moment caught me by complete surprise.

It began with a small town and a small house. Until about 12 years of age I lived an average kids childhood in Alfred, Maine. Everyone was kind, I had birthday parties, friends were always over, I loved sports, especially basketball. Most of all, I was comfortable. At the time, I never realized what, or how lucky I was.

     The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my

As I walk out of the building with my friends, a hand stops me. I turn around to see the judge, smiling at me.”You would make a truly outstanding lawyer.” before I have a chance to thank him, he retreats back into the courthouse. I continue on with my friends, making our way to the bus, when a sudden thought comes to mind. When I first walked in, I looked at this place and immediately thought about what happened this summer. Those are old memories, the bad ones, but I have to let in the new memories, the happy ones. Happy memories are always better than sad ones, and I now have happy, and sad, memories of this place, and I’ve learned that it’s ok to have both kinds of memories. Sometimes you need both memories. I can still remember what happened last summer, but I also have to remember what happened today, because today I learned so many things, and any day when you learn something, is a day to

When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

Home for most people is a tangible thing: their room, their little clearing in the woods, their reading nook in the closet. But home doesn’t have to be a physical location. Home is a place that brings comfort- it can be between the pages of a favorite book, it can be in the notes of a favorite song, it can be inside your mind palace. Many people are still looking for home: lost and wandering, floating through life without an anchor. Unbeknownst to them, they already have a home too easy to find. It might not be a “Eureka!” moment of self-discovery, but anyone can find bits and pieces of their home, their identity within the magical pages of the books they read. In Let the Great World Spin, author Colum McCann says, “All of us are sort of lost

This cottage is my families go to summer vacation spot, and will always remain that way. The cottage is one big story book where we are either adding pages with each trip or discovering new ones with the things we find. The fun we always have here is taken for granted way too often. This place is where I grew up during the summer I have learned an enormous amount of things here that will carry on throughout my life. The family, work, fun, all the things ever done right here in these walls have made the strong connection I have with this cottage. As I grow older I have realized my time here will become limited, but hanging on to these memories I have created will always keep this place alive in my heart. Childhood experiences like the ones I have grown up with make people who they

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

When home comes to mind I think of my home town, so small it can’t even be considered a town, Matawan, New Jersey. As a kid when I would say where I was from people would automatically look at me with a bewildered face and ask “Where is that?”. Being in a small town there has been some advantages like knowing everyone in my around two hundred and seventy person graduating class. Playing sports in a small town allowed me to develop friendships from a young age that will last a lifetime. By growing up in a small town and a small school, there was a definite sense of community. I remember when a classmate was diagnosed with cancer our small school rallied together and organized multiple fundraisers to try and pay for a treatment in Germany for

Starting my senior year in high school, I will have registered to a new school and will not be able to graduate at my previous high school. I will end up growing distant from Anaheim, California. However, life will continue to go on. I will try to get an employment, get my license, graduate from my new school, go to college, and when I’m ready, get a home of my own, just as I had planned before. I’m looking forward to what this experience will offer me, but I will still never forget my home in Anaheim. The city may have been tough, but it was my city. As for the small, white and green apartment where I grew up, that shabby little home will always be in my

When I was little my family and I lived in a suburban area by the coast. It was a beautiful place filled with sunshine warm beaches and happiness. My life wasn’t the best back then I was always quiet and anti-social, pulse had little friends and family. But overtime I grew tired of

My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My

Memories of a Personal Event The door slammed shut. I wasn't sure what I was going to hear. To be

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.

What does one call a place where they feel safe? A place where one is surrounded by loved ones? A place where one can forget the worries of the world for even a brief moment. A place where no matter what happens, they will always have a place to return to. They have the deepest of connections with those that live there; connections that they know will never be severed no matter what happens. That is home. Home can be defined as where a person lives or has a permanent residence, but it is more than that when pondering on the emotional connection it has with the heart. A common phrase that is constantly used is “there is no place like home”. It is not because a person misses their previous residence, but due to the many qualities it possesses that could possibly never be found anywhere else. Home is not simply a place where one lives, but a place where love, contentment, and tranquility are abound.