My Childhood Memories Essay

In the novel “W, or the memory of childhood” written by Georges Perec, we see the story of a Jewish child that lived through his childhood during World War 2 and the time of the Holocaust which was a depressing time for Jewish people. This is an autobiographical novel which uses alternating chapters to help better describe his journey through this depressing time as a child, with trauma comes emotional and psychological harm which causes you to do whatever it takes to numb the pain, whether it is to find the source of the pain or to submerge them deep inside your heart to forget it. In this case, Perec used alternating chapters

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I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

It was a hot summer day on Lake Logan Martin, perfect for taking out the jet skis with my best friend Jake. We were showing off and trying to impress some hot girls on a pontoon when all the sudden, Jakes jet ski went flying upside down through the air like a drunk pelican. Before I knew it, all I could see was the bright orange and yellow colors of his jet ski zooming by my head, and Jake hit the water head first causing water to splash all over my face. I rushed over to where his jet ski landed and I was sure he was dead. I dove into the lake and grabbed him, he felt lifeless as I drug him to the surface. A patrol boat sped up to us and helped pull him on the boat. Thankfully he just suffered from a broken clavicle and a broken arm but it

One early morning I was getting ready for school because me and my nana had to take my papa to the big truck. I got in the truck so we could take my papa to the big truck and I fell asleep on the door and had no seatbelt on. So then my nana had to get the pepis out of the side of the truck I was on and she opened the door and I fell out and hit my head on the concerte. I was crying bad and that meant I was going to be late for school. Then went to aunt’s house so she could check out my head and she told us to go to the hospital douglas so they could check my head and they glued it back told so it would hold and they wrapped it so I could go to school. I did not want to go to school but my mom and nana made go. I went to school

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

When she came in nick was telling her what happened, and she got a wash cloth wet and cleaned the blood off my face, and told me to hold it to my eye. She was panicking because she didn’t know what to do. Finally, she decided to call mom and dad I sat in the living room until they came home. They couldn’t get home right away so I had to wait until around 4:30 when they got off work. I was calm until they walked in, I don’t know why but I just was. I remember sitting there in the chair, my mom and dad looking at my eye. My mom said that I needed to go to the hospital and get stiches but my dad said that I didn’t need them. I didn’t go to the hospital, but my mom still thinks that I needed to

So one day I was hanging out with some friends we were just sitting in my room then we decided to go longboarding. After we came up a hill and one of my friends decided to go down the hill on are stomach. As we lined up getting ready to go down the hill my cousin went down the hill first so we were zooming down the hill going, so fast then as i hit a pebble I fly off the board as i was coming to the road i braced myself with my hand skinning my hand also tearing some of my flesh off of my hand. I stood up instantly as my hand was gushing blood everywhere the blood was painting the road with the blood .

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

2:When i was in kindergarten i was play with my dog in the back yard and ran to the porch at my old house and my dog jumped on me i tripped on his water bowl and fell on a tractor blade as i was falling i hit the blade and it went through my lip i started to bleed everywhere my dad heard me screaming and pulled me off the tractor blade and got me inside my mom who's a nurse came running with a rag to stop the bleeding on the ride there i lost enough blood to cover my dads trucks floor when we got there i was rushed to the emergency room to get stitches it took five people to pin me down when i got out of the hospital i could only drink smoothies for four weeks

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

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.

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.