My Favorite Memories Of My Father

The biggest memories that come to me are going to church in my hometown. Every Sunday was a special schedule. I got to wear my best clothes of the week, which was usually a dress, long socks, and a bow for my hair. Once my whole family was ready we would walk to church. On our way, my mom would often stop and talk to neighbors. Sometimes I would have to remind her that we were going to church or tell her that we were going to be late. Mass was an hour or so. After mass, my mom and dad would give me money to buy an ice cream or junk food. When I finished my ice cream, we would walk home with neighbors who lived on the same street. Walking home everybody would talk about how beautiful the ceremony was and how well the priest explained the Gospel. I loved the sense I was given by my neighbors. Comforting and belonging is what I felt when I was around them. McClay and McAllister refer to this as “anchor our memories in something more substantial than our thoughts and emotions,” which is my hometown connecting me back to my neighbors at my

There are so many memories of my mother that come to mind so it would be next to impossible for me to pick a favorite. When her time was growing short in those last few days she spent time with each one of us telling us how much we had meant in her life. That will go in my memory bank as one of my favorite times with her. We were lucky to have such a great mother, and even luckier that we were able to spend so much time with her at the end of her

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.

Favorite memory as a child well the one I cherish is meeting my real mom for the first time. I may not have been the best towards her but in my defense she left me when I was 1. I remember sitting on her lap coloring with my little brother in a

Another great memory I had was when I went to Myrtle Beach with my mom, grandma, and older brother Vincent. We stayed in a horrible motel it stunk, had bugs, and a small shower but we made the best of it. One day while we was there we were walking on the pier and this disabled man in a wheelchair was fishing and caught a baby shark and he stopped me to show me what he had caught, and he asked me if I did not mind would I throw the shark back in the water and i looked at him like he was crazy and he told me it was okay to pick it the shark up as long and I did not touch near his mouth, so I go

I love to tell stories about my childhood. Looking back now, through all of my life’s experiences, it almost feels like I was living in a fairy tale. It brings both joy and sadness to my heart when I share these memories with my daughter. The joy comes from remembering how things were back then and how those things impacted my life today. The sadness comes from knowing that she will never get to experience those things, therefore, she will only get to live them through me. Even now as a young woman, she will say to me from time to time, “mom, tell me a story about the Good Ole Days”!

One really fun memory was when I was really little like 4 my mom and I were at my grandparents house and my grandma and mom were talking at the table so my grandpa and I started watching movies on this little tiny DVD player . We were

I share many, many memories with my mom. Some good memories, some not so happy, some happy, some not so happy. My favorite little memories are all the times we are in the car together, only when are both in a good mood. In the car, we will put on our favorite music and I will turn the volume up as high as I can go before she tells me I’m about to blow her speakers in her car. We will scream the lyrics even though we are both very bad singers and just enjoy the time we have together. We laugh at each other messing up the lyrics or at

I have very fond memories of my dad. One of the best memories I have with my dad was when we went to watch the new fast and furious movie. We went to the Cinema Carousel

We go through life and make memories with family and friends that come and go into your life. One of the moments in my life that I will never forget is living in Colorado. When I was about 4-5 years old my mom and my dad was separated because he worked at republic steel in Massillon. At this time my mom lived in Colorado. Well, one specific moment in that time me my older brother Vernon and my twin brother Andre was running in a field near these apartments my mom was living in. I remember me, and my brothers were playing tag when my brother Vernon picked up a stick and we were looking at a socket that was in the building. Vernon thought it was a bright idea to shove the stick into the socket.

One of the greatest memories with my Dad was when he took me to Sioux Falls on my birthday. That was when the best memory of all time.

My dad made awful jokes that somehow made us laugh, and we were always in a good mood. Another great memory we all made together was when we saw Arnold Schwarzenegger in our hotel. He was staying in the same hotel, and we saw him more than once during that week. We also found out Law and Order: SVU was filming there season premiere in a part of the hotel. California is definitely my family’s home away from home, and we experience so many great things when we visit there.

Some of my favorite moments with my grandfather were how we always did everything together. I was glad I lived with my grandparents. Stuff with my actual family weren’t the best, because they thought they couldn’t handle me. My grandfather and I had so much fun throughout the years. We enjoyed going for ice cream the most. We always had the same ice cream every once in a while, but occasionally we would change it up a little. We usually grabbed chocolate ice cream for a treat, but sometimes we would decide we want a twist ice cream. I loved spending time with my grandfather.

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.

My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.