Disney's Pixar Film Inside Out

The most vivid memory I recall is of the first trip I ever made to my happy place, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Nothing could ever compare to those 5 days of pure happiness, without a single worry in the world. I truly believe this one little trip shaped the way I want to live the rest of my life.

So, most people have great memories right? Mine are marching band memories. Marching band started with my sister. My mom and my sister inspired me to do sports in the first place. It was either marching band or volleyball. Which I believe marching band was for the best. I'm working up to the things that my sister accomplished. My music has helped me develop my life, my values, and my goals.

Sitting on a colorful blanket and listening to my mom read books from Disney was my first memory of learning how to read. She could read word by word, making those face expressions that used to make me feel excited and of course she would show off the pictures. She finished reading and then she gave me a little purple notebook, where I used to practice how to spell my name and practicing the alphabet. Those are the first memories I have about learning how to read and write.

The first coherent memory inlaid unto the folds of my mind is coming to in our kitchen, turning to my mother, and subjecting her to a barrage of questions pertaining to my bodily functions. Many of my questions were answered later, by my grandfather. While he was babysitting me, as he often did, the television would frequent documentaries instead of the usual childhood fare, and he would answer all of the questions said programs conjured in my young mind. Eventually I managed to persuade my mother to teach me how to read. Once I obtained literary skill the heavens opened, and

There are many experiences that one encounters in his or her lifetime, but only a few of these experiences are significant enough to leave an impact on our lives. It is safe to say that these experiences help shape us to be the person we are today. With these experiences, along with how we are raised, is what leads to our development as an individual; cognitively, emotionally, and spiritually and how we view the world and ourselves. These experiences leave a lasting impression, and we refer back to them when faced with difficult situations. Whether these experiences are good or bad can change the makeup of our identity, and internal perceptions.

My second mile was not as hard as the first was, this is because I started to settle for a more consistent pace. I was beginning to realize how hard a cross country race actually was. That was when I heard my family cheering me on again.

Running stayed on my mind all throughout the day, it was what I loved to do. At the Yukon state track meet my heart was racing more than ever. I’ve trained all season for this meet hoping to place top 6 in the state. It was blazing hot outside with the wind pushing a little hard against us. Me and my team was up next to run the 4x400m against many other schools that were competing that day. As we lined up in order from first leg to anchor, listening to the referee position us on where to stand, we were all scared. The referee shot the gun and the first leg runners took off. When it was my turn to go, I nervously stepped onto the red 8 lane track.

I didn't think anything could ruin that feeling, it was so calm and nice. Then I hear my mom call my sisters and I inside. I could hear the fear in her voice, you could tell she was trying to stay calm, but the fear was still there. She explains to us that my grandma got into a 4-wheeler accident and that she was in the hospital. I remember feeling so worried and scared, but my mom told us that everything would be okay. It still didn't change the fact that my grandma, the one who was always there for me, the one who helped me become who I am, and the one who I look up to so much, was in the hospital. When we finally got news on how she was doing, we found out she hit her head in the accident, and would now have to live with short term memory loss. I was relieved she would be okay, but I was still scared she wouldn't be the same crazy, wonderful, lady she is because of

People have memories that are sparked by many situations. Some situation often makes people remember experiences from the past. Most of the time, they are our best experience in life that we wish to reoccur. That memory for me is when I moved from Egypt an Arabic speaking country to the United States where they speak English. It was a unique change that I was never used to.

Our lives are a kaleidoscope of vivid memories and experiences. There are good memories we relive over and over in our heads; there are brutal ones we wish we could forget. Over time, these experiences become a part of who we are, whether we like it or not. Therein lies a forked road. Do we make the most of the situation and move on, or do we dwell on the past and choose a path of embitterment?

In life there will be good and bad moments, but those moments are what shapes us. Not only does it shape up, but when we grow old you feel like your life has been good. When you are young you can steer away from conversation. No one is permanent on this earth, so make as many memories as possible. Memories don't necessarily have to relate to big moments. They can be small moments.

It is obvious that all of our memories are not accidental. Every memory together makes the personality of a man. Therefore, they are the pieces of the one whole entity. The most emotional and brightest ones for me are memories about me playing with my father, then having first solo ballet performance and finally attending Coldplay’s music recital in Barcelona. Recalling all these makes me shiver with pleasure.

A1: My earliest memory was when my sister was born and we moved to a new house. Some of my other earliest memories was playing all kinds of sports with

There are days of my childhood that I will always cherish. I will always remember the sweet summer days with my family from singing karaoke, taking trips to the beach, and so much more. Even though I can not remember every memory; times with my family will be etched in my mind forever.

When brainstorming ideas on what to do for this project, I thought of all the things that has inspired me. One thing that really stood out to me in this process was the movie Up by Pixar. I just love this movie because it so colorful and I believe much can be learned for the film. So, for my graphing project I decided to choose a scene from Up when the house is flowing away with numerously colored balloons.