My Childhood Memories

Then one day, when I was making a remark about a girl because she never tried in school, my dad said something that revolutionized my

Since I’m not entirely sure where to start, I’m going to start at the beginning. When people ask about my childhood, the first memory to come to my mind is never a happy one.

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.

Memories can last a life time, so we tend to only remember the extraordinary ones. Extraordinary like the essay “The Yellow Ribbon” by Pete Hamill, in which he talks about how a person named Vingo, was riding on a, bus recently released from jail, to this oak tree explaining to some passengers that he had told his wife to leave him if she wanted, since he went to jail or to go to this oak tree and tie a yellow ribbon around it to see if she wants him to stick around and he will go and check it out. In the end, he saw hundreds of ribbons tied on to the tree. Not only is this an amazing story, but also very unforgettable one as well, because he finds out that after four years in jail his wife has enough love for him to go to this tree and tie hundreds of ribbons just to show the type of love the women had for Vingo. I have to say that, I believe this story is truly unforgettable, but I also got a story that is very extraordinary, like the time that I got my very first car. Furthermore, I didn’t just get a car, I got the love of two truly loving parents.

I longed to spend time with my father. One night after school, I went up to my Dad nervously not knowing how he would react and ask him if he would like to play checkers with me, like we normally did. Following this, he screamed at me, told me to go to my room, and told me to leave him alone. I went to my room full of sadness and emotional pain feeling betrayed by

Memories: they can cause us grief, bring us joy, or make us regret the choices we made. There are some memories that we hold close our hearts, so strong not even oceans can wash them away. The memories we hold all remain the same, even when everyone else changes. One thing is true; memories are best when you make them.

There was never one day in my house where there was not any screaming. There was never one moment where I saw my mother and father happy together. There was never one day I saw my father go sober. My childhood is full of few positive memories, but these events have shaped how I approach the world and what I desire to gain in life.

Trusting men with my heart was no longer an alternative. Installed inside me was the dread of deserting. At the point when possible good examples were available or when father and child occasions would come up I would discover a reason not to run with good examples. That was one of my got to self-preservation instruments that I utilize not to give individuals a chance to draw near to me. On the off chance that they attempted; I would blame them for by one means or another selling out me with no proof of disloyalty. My self-protection instruments were to push individuals away and not confide in them with my heart. This one time, I sat on the back patio with my mom, it was a dazzling invigorating night, and a portion of the area children was getting fireflies as they lit up the night sky. I revealed to her how I felt about my father relinquishing us however above all how he forsook my two more younger siblings and I. I disclose to her that I felt that my dad was dismissing his obligations as a father and how much I thought that he was a quitter. I went on my tirade for no less than 45 minutes not knowing how much hurt and disdain I had developed for him within me; I was a ticking time bomb just waiting to implode. My mom just tunes in to me and enable me to continue venting until I was crying and asking God what did we do. What exacerbated

This experience makes me feel proud because it makes me feel like i’m able to accomplish much more. That makes me think I could always do better than I could regularly do. This experience makes me into who I am because this memory motivates me to do better than I normally could. A positive event in my life would be all the traveling I did when I was in elementary. Changing from english to complete spanish was a challenge, but it gave me experience to adapt to new things quickly. New foods and new routines. It made life feel more exciting. This event changed my perspective in life because it gave me an open mind on how life and humans could change. This helped me adapt to new customs and lets me know how great I am. At the time I had no idea what was occurring, but now I know exactly what

A year would pass before I would see my father again, it would be in court where he was fighting an attempted murder charge, later dropped to manslaughter, and eventually dismissed altogether because the key witness changed her initial statement claiming she had, “slipped and fell.” In reality, a dispute over laundry triggered my father to drop my mother from the 2nd story balcony from which she suffered abrasions, a broken ankle, and over 45 stitches to her head. The

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

Ideally, my dad hoped that when he kicked one of the training wheels out from under me, I would just keep riding. He probably would've made a big deal about how he was right all along. But since my life isn’t a coming-of-age family movie, I fell right off the bike and onto the hard sidewalk. I felt betrayed. How could my father do this to me? At the time, the fall seemed a lot worse than it actually was; how could I have not broken a bone, or gotten a gash or even a scrape, or died? I was crying again, more out of shock than anything else, though.

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.

Throughout this paper I will be writing about my life, starting from my very first memory and ending with my life as it is now. Since I was brought into this world I had an older sister who is two and a half years older than I am. My parents said right away that my sister was so excited to have me in her life that she did not care that she was no longer the center of my parent’s attention. She acted as if I was her baby. When I was just starting out, as a toddler was the time that I started to develop my first memories, which are not all good. Lets start from the beginning, my first memory that I have of myself would be from when I was almost two years old. In this memory I was attending my papas funeral. I remember that there was the colour red everywhere, all over the walls and even on the seats. It was his favourite colour according to what my parents tell me. From this memory I also remember my parents walking me up to him during his wake and allowing my older sister and I to put a photo of us into his shirt pocket so we would always be with him. After this memory, my next one occurs when I am around the age of two as well. I remember being in my families first home sitting in our kitchen with my mom, on her lap wrapped in my little mermaid blanket, drinking a little bit of tea with her while we watched my older sister catch the bus to go to school. This is still one of my favourite memories because I truly fell that this helped shaped the person I am today. I also