My Favorite Memories

The changes from the past to now is something we cannot comprehend. The update of not just technology, medicine, or even food has not just changed, but so has the lifestyle and laws. A few of those changes include work ethic, discipline, and politics. These topics have changed our life, and they will always continue to change. There will be no end to stop all the transitions of these topics, but we can reflect on how they have influenced the past to now.

My favorite memories is with my parents are when we go to Florida with my mom we go to the beach. Two years ago we went to Florida we went to the beach. We find a beach ball in the water and it has versus on it. We went back to my uncles Lances house. We had a bonfire that night all the cousin sang a song to our family member. another memories are two year ago on christmas eve we were stuck in traffic for 4 hours. My cousin keeper calling us ever hour the last time she called us we just got t my grandmas house. My mom kepet answer she did yes cami we are still in traffic. My mom is so funny when we go sown to Florida. When she finds shark teeth she gets so happy.

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

As a child, I remember growing up in the beautiful city of Detroit, Michigan. It was clothed with one hundred plus degree summers, 6 feet or more of snow winters. A building called the Renaissance, which housed a rotating restaurant on the Penthouse level. It was the Motor city home of General Motors and the Motown city of music. Growing up there was so much fun and amazing to me. Where we would watch the bright, red, blue, green and yellow fireworks on the Fourth of July at Edgewater Park every summer, participate in community activities at the 4-H club. There were barbecues with our neighbors, one of which had a daughter with the exact first, middle and last name as mine. On the one side of me a lady everyone referred to as Ms. Pat, use to bake fresh yeast bread from scratch, and would always share with me and my sisters. We could smell it while outside playing in the yard and inside the house. Then you had the neighbor across the street with the rough edge to them, where you would hear an argument or two every once in a while, but when Mama needed some help while my stepfather was away in the Army, she could call on Joey and he would always be right there with his "yes ma'am and no ma'am" etiquette. With the memories of all things good from the eyes of a child, seeing everything as

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

My best moment was when i went to the Florida Keys over Christmas break in 2015. It was a two week trip just on our way to the Keys. On our way we stopped at the Creation Museum down in Kentucky and we stayed at my grandpa’s house in Maranatha Village down in Sebring Florida. When we finally got down to the Keys i couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. The water was that beautiful blue color and there was nothing but colorful coral and crystal blue water everywhere. When we got to where we were staying it was packed. There were more campers than we could count. The campground was on it’s own little island on the highway. My dad used to work there while my grandpa sang for an audience in the outdoor bar by the pool and hot tub. When i went to

One day Commander Ramos sent me on a mission to eliminate all living thing, I refuse and they told me " you're not seeing your family even again. I stole a blueprint of the base with the help misshel and some of the powers I was given. We went to the base fighting every soldier in our way. We finally got to to a secret room there was my mom, and every other family member that was missing I rescued them and took them so a secret location or if you want to call it a safe house.

One of the most rememberable thing in nature i remember was. I was in West palm beach Florida. Then i went to west palm beach and when i got out of the car i heard kids playing the waves wiping people out then i put my feet in the sand and felt seashells on my feet. Then i stopped and smelled fish and different types of sunscreens.I keeped on walking and heard a weird noise and it was seagulls .

Most of my childhood memories took place in the home that I remember best, the red house on Hawthorne Street, in Portland, Oregon. The house was three stories of endless adventure, with a great big backyard for any little girl's imagination to run wild. In fact, I spent so much time outside that I barely remember the house at all. Also, for some reason, my fondest memories took place during the summer while I lived there. I remember riding my tricycle on the sidewalk with the two twin boys across the street, and sharing my dolls with the little girl who lived in the yellow bungalow three houses down from mine. But, the memory that sticks out most is our forth of July block party.

I could hear footsteps, when I opened my eyes I saw my dad shaking me by the shoulder. That day we were had to get up at 4am and make our way to an entertainment park. We were already 5 minutes late. It was a morning of rushing around and a bit of frustration. After a short shower I grabbed a snack and jumped into the car. We had a 30 minute car ride ahead of us. This was not our car, we had rented one because we were on vacation in Costa Rica. I was in 7th grade then. It was the last month of the year and my dad had saved money for months for this trip it was our 3rd day into the trip with 4 days to go. My 2 brothers Ian and Gage came with us, Gage was only 5 years old, Ian was 13. Once we arrived at the Entertainment park we were right on time. The gates opened at 6am giving us just enough time to get some breakfast . Once we got there I sat down in the waiting room and waited for my dad to sign the waiver papers. After he finished signing we walked outside into a small area, there were harnesses

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.

It was me and my brother living in Nebraska at age 24. It was fun living in Nebraska actually because we got to see many things together like the plant my brother grew in our backyard. Only one thing came popping up in my mind though. Ever sense that weird neighbor moved in across from us our both of our parents past away. My brother got sick and needed medical help right away but then there is me Blaine Elliott. I'm the only

I was walking home from the grocery store. As I was walking across the street, a tank rolled up to my side. I remembered when my mother was taken to prison, and my father and brother were killed for protesting about the government. It was just me and my little sister in my family’s, empty, apartment. We had to sell almost everything to afford to eat, and my parents were the only ones to work since I was in high school, my brother was in college, and my little sister was only five.

I was on my way to Baton Rouge, a city I knew nothing about, I knew immediately I was going to miss New Orleans. The city was so small to me very tight and very few houses, I never really adjusted to the city and I knew i wasn't going to fit in at the schools. I remember the first day of elementary like it was yesterday, it was

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.