My Family Is Not An Exception

A lifetime is divided by many years, years into days, days into hours, and hours into minutes. But out of these minutes, some stand out the most making our most memorable of our memories. Whether you felt joy, anger, or sadness, it is the way that we felt at that second what makes us remember that moment and what made us change from who we were. It is an experience where you know you can’t go back. In the following passage, I will talk about my rite of passage.

There are many times in our life that shape who we are, most of these “moments” go unnoticed. Things happen and change us in an instant so we often don’t remember these “moments” simply because they do not come across as something memorable. They just happen. If you’re lucky enough, you can remember this defining moment, and be able to reflect on this moment in a time of need, to remind yourself of the long journey that got you where you are at today.

When one car broke down, my dad would be right there that day to find out what was wrong. Around 6 PM every night, dinner was made and ready. Now, we have to find our own way to fix the cars, or wait for my dad to come home, which is rare now. Dinner is now whatever you can find because neither my mom nor I have time to run to the store or to cook a meal. I will say, having my dad around was taken for granted.

I feel pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy

As humans, we are granted experiences that both enrich and alienate us; bits of our lives are taken from us but others are added to make us whole. Though, sometimes, we are taken from the bits of our lives, and have to

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.

At a young age, I am experiencing a tornado of phenomena ; it is not over yet. With all this consolation, I feel better and I am ready to delve into my future occurrences. This time period is boosting my confidence and creativity even on the sunny and cloudy days. My dad’s spirit is always with me for that positive side of me and I dedicate my life to my hardworking parents. I would like to say,” thank

The author also emphasis that it is important that one cherish the good times at childhood because there is an excellent likelihood that the childhood feelings will never be experienced again as one grows older. She says that it is important to enjoy the childhood to the full since the memories of our childhood may be the only

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.

Looking back, my childhood memories are a bunch of blurry fragments, which I find myself piecing together. But I feel likes there one memory that I have managed to piece together. It’s the memory of an event that changed my whole entire life. At fours years old, this event, this journey would force me to start a new stage in my life.

We need our memories to shape who we are. We need to soak up all the feelings from those memories whether good or bad. You need sadness to show you true happiness, you need sickness to know good health, you need absence to value presence, and you need dark to appreciate the light. Your life is a collection of your memories you carry with you to the present day and beyond. Your collection is entwined with others’ collections and so we all become interwoven and become what our memories make us,

There are moments in everyone’s life that have the possibility to make or break them. A person can choose to succumb to the brutality of this long ride they call life or can climb out of the pit of despair and face your challenges head-on. I found myself at a crossroads and had this choice to make when my father passed away. This is my most life changing moment, but it isn’t even a moment, yet more like a snowball effect that has caused mass destruction throughout my entire life. Even though I have lost so much because of my father’s death, it is because of this that I have gained so much such as perseverance and responsibility.

In conclusion, I am daddy's little girl and proud of that. I could not of asked for a better father. My dad has always been there for me and I wil always be there for him. I respect my father because he deserves to be. He stayed and was a father and never took the easy way out like in the world today most fathers do. I believe my father is the best at everything he does. He has been through so much in his life and still is a happy wonderful man; I would have been sad and depressed if I had to go through hald as much as my father. Dad is strong and looks ahead not behind, he always say the past is the past "always

In my case, I was blessed to go home to a dad every night, even though I can’t tell you anything about my father for the simple fact that he never gave me a hug, kiss, told me he loved me, spent any time with me or said anything positive. He always talked to my mom and me like we were nothing, and even beat my mom. When I would try to tell the family about it, they just looked at me like