Everyone Has A One Memory As A Child That Makes Them Think? Why?

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

One night as I searched for my mother, my dad told me she was not feeling like herself. My dad told me to let her rest that night and I could talk to her the following morning. As I started to wake up the next morning my father was sitting at the foot of my bed and informed me I’d be spending the day with my Aunt Michelle because my mother had a doctor’s appointment. I could not wrap my head around why I would not be attending this appointment but had attended all the others. Later that evening once again both my parents came into my room but this time without smiles. With a shaky voice my mom began to tell me she had been diagnosed with Preeclampsia and her illness was progressing quickly. Now with tears running down her face she continued

I woke up hoping to see my mom in the kitchen. Instead, in the kitchen I saw my dad and brother at the table. I was so worried that something bad had happened. So, I asked, “ Where is mom?” My dad said, “ She is at the hospital”. Now I was extremely shocked, it felt as if I was just shot in the stomach. All of my thoughts are rolling around in my head,, “ What could she have done, why, how?”

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

I was driving home from my uncle's cabin by the boundary water up north with him my grandma and my two younger cousins, about an hour in my grandma got a phone call and started crying and i heard her talking about my mom and some sort of brain injury, once she got off the phone about 15 minutes later she told me what happened to her and that she had a brain aneurysm she explained what it was because I had no idea what that was and how bad it could be, after she told me what it was I could not help but look it up on my phone and that was a horrible decision because the first thing that I saw that it was a 50% death rate, after I saw that I could not help but start crying and thinking what would happen if my mom would die. The last 5 hours of that car ride felt like forever. When I got to the hospital later that day, I saw my whole family there and my moms friend that were there when it happened, My dad said she was going through surgery right when i got there.

Growing up was rough without a father in my life. As well, my mother was either at school or working half the time. I would be stuck with my grandparents, and I was the first grandson in both sides of my families so they never knew how to manage but buy me toys which I never really used. In some ways they spoiled me rotten. Right until my little sister Olivia and my cousin Roger were born. Then, I wasn’t getting spoiled anymore and was forgotten. However, this brings me to a time when I just reached third grade I was 8 years and my grandmother Sandra Simmons my mom’s mother. Decided it was time for me to give up my toys and become a big boy. So, I began to throw a tantrum and ask what the reason was. Well little, did I know my grandmother did a lot of missionaries to El Salvador way

It was a beautiful day on August 25th, 2000 at 3:46 p.m. at St. Catherine hospital, when I came into this world. When I was growing up it was my mom, my grandparents, my aunt and uncle and their 3 kids (before they had one more) and my godmother. Well as time went by I got older. I remember when I was about 5 (I think) I got put in the corner by my godmother and I would have to stand there for 5 minutes, then she would call me out and ask me what I did. If I didn't tell her I would have to stand there for 5 more minutes. Finally she asked me “what I did wrong and why I was standing in the corner”, and I told her “ I’m sorry aunt Nikki, I’m sorry for making you mad” Then I got told to go play. Then my mom lost her job, and started

One day my mom had a innocent idea that turned into one of the most traumatizing experience of my life. She decided to take us to the mall but, little did I know that I would get lost. It began as we walked around, I noticed a new toy at the toy store. I went over to look at it, I picked up the toy and said “look mom it talks”, but to my surprise she was gone and nowhere to be found. My four year old mind went into panic mode, as if it was running around in circles. A few moments later a kind lady comes up to me and ask if I was lost. I answered yes and she took my hand to look for my mom. It was soon after that I found her, I quickly ran to her and gave her a big hug. As I began to tell her how scared I was, I had tears rolling down my face.

When I was four years old I heard my named and then a loud bump in the middle of the night. It was my mom who had fallen in the floor who was unresponsive when I got to her. I called 911, then ran next door which my little sister’s Godmother lived and got her up. She came over and called my grandmother, while waiting on the ambulance. When we got to the hospital the doctor said that my mom had a stroke. I did not know it at the time but they gave her six months to live. They told her

My uncle and I went on the Sting Ray which is like a huge u that goes up high in the sky. While we were going down I had to be going down backwards it was scary because it felt like I was fall backwards. Then we had to head back to our hotel. Once everyone was ready we went to Denny’s to eat supper. When we were in there it was cold because I didn’t change because I was going to go to the indoor pool. While we were eating my mom secretly got us sundaes so we were so happy. We left Denny’s when we were done eating we went back to the hotel. My sister said ‘let’s go to the indoor pool. While we were in there this old man came in and starred at us so we got out and left the indoor pool and the man followed us out and so we ran to the hotel it wasn’t that far away so we were okay. The next morning, we got up and my mom tells me I tried to crawl in bed with my older sister and my younger brother. Then at like 10 in the morning we got ready and me and Louie went to the indoor pool. After a few hours we went back to the hotel and every one was ready so we went back to Noah’s

I went outside to feed my ducks, dogs and birds. When I was done I went to the front with my sister and brother to play. While we were playing my dogs came outside and started running away but they would come back. We saw my dogs coming back so we went and locked them in there cages.I saw my dad at the back cutting the grass so I went with him. I helped him cut grass and clean our backyard because we were gonna celebrate my 4th birthday party. But then something bad happened to my leg. My dad stopped cutting the grass and then we started talking so I put my leg on top of a lawn mower while it was hot. I screamed and cried because I burned my knee so I went inside to wash my leg so I can

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

When I was two years old my brother was born. He was born on November 13 ,2007. He was born at Children's Hospital, which my mom worked there at the time. My mom was allowed to have one person in and she chose my grandma. The dreadful thing was if my mom was not there I thought I stayed with mamma. Therefore when my mom chose my grandma, I did not think it was fair so, I threw a ridiculous tantrum. My grandma said” Well should I stay” “No,” said my grandpa, so my grandpa picked me up. I was asleep within like two