My Childhood - Original Writing Essay

The day began with an abrupt start. My alarm went off, and I was wondering to myself why I had set it to wake me up so early. I then remembered, today was the day I was finally able to meet and take home my new chinchilla named Luna. On the way to the home that had my soon to be chinchilla, me and my father stopped for breakfast at Chick-Fil-A.

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As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

As I stepped into the mud room to take off my bright pink rainboots, I knew something was not normal. As I glided onto the sleek wood floors to grab a crunchy after-school snack, I hear my mom descend down the carpeted stairs slowly, becoming aware that this will not be a normal “how was your day at school” conversation. I raced to the cabinet to grab my fix of Goldfish and I sat down on the floor to get a little snuggle time with my dog before my world was turned upside-down.

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

From this lesson, I would like to know the meaning of social construction of childhood. I am very familiar with the history of psychology and children’s literature. My grandmother used to live with us when I was a young, and she told me many stories of the past. For this reason, I am able to link the materials I study to the real world. The social construction of childhood is somehow new to me. Especially the way Postman (1999) expresses social construction of childhood. For example, he stated, “In the twentieth century, childhood began to unravel, and by the twenty-first, may be lost altogether- unless there is some serious interest in retaining it”. (p. 116). This lesson inspired me to express my point of view of social construction of

Gordon, Linda, Heroes of their Own Lives: The Politics and History of Family Violence, 1988 (New York, New York: Viking Penguin Inc., 1988), 383.

Karen Salmon and Elaine Reese analyze The Benefits of Reminiscing With Young Children (2016) in the journal Current Directions in Psychological Science. Though it is common knowledge that speaking to one’s child is a significant factor in the child’s future success and intelligence, Salmon and Reese argue that not all talk is created equal. According to them, there are significant benefits to specifically talking about the past in an elaborate and emotion-rich way. Benefits include increased emotional intelligence, increased autobiographical capacity, and overall memory benefits, which are accessible regardless of socioeconomic status, history of maltreatment or psychopathology.

This writer conducted an interview session on a 52-year-old multi-cultural female from a small city known as Buffalo New York. Throughout the development of the interview, this writer was informed that the interviewee is the second to youngest of seven children; 5 sisters and 1 brother. The interviewee’s childhood environment consisted of low income and poverty. However, the interviewee had been exposed to higher living environments prior to relocating to Langfield projects. On February 23, 1965, this child was born to a mother who was humble yet emotionless and a father who was very outgoing, friendly and nurturing to others. She identified some negative aspects of her parents being their separation, which displayed qualities in which she

Childhood is the most innocent stage and also the sweetest period of man’s life. They cheer our heart and make us forget distresses. So, often I look back to my childhood days and try to gather joy from their happy memories. I recall many things that give me joy even today and many others that fill my mind with pain. Yet the cherish memories of childhood linger on. My childhood memories are those of a sheltered and carefree life, cherished with love and affection. As I was the first child in the family, so everybody doted on me.

Growing up I never thought I would have to make a decision that may change my life forever. I always looked to my parents to make the life decisions for me when things got rough. I guess you could say it was the easy way out. I knew they would not make the wrong decision for their daughter, that all changed the day after my twentieth birthday. I woke up remembering that something bad happened after a night of drinking.

Social constructionism gives meaning to phenomenon in social context and connections between culture and society build up realities in their circumstances. The studies of this idea have been conducted more than thirty years by a number of North American, British and continental writers (Burr, 1995). However, in childhood studies this notion appears later on. It is mostly held universally, childhood is a stage that biologically existing in human life in early years. It should be considered this childhood is constructed in the society. As a social being, it brings into the mind the relationship between society and child, inevitably. However, the dominant understanding of childhood attributes biological and social

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.