My Favorite Memory

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

My old house was a huge part of my childhood. I lived there for 10 years. All of my childhood memories were made at.

As we were leaving we saw a sign for a frosty on sale for 1 dollar. We went into Wendy’s and waited in line forever, or what seemed like it. When we finally got our frosty’s they were so good. I got chocolate and my sister, Mara got vanilla. I love chocolate anything and everything. The frosty’s

I love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

My Aunt loved taking us places, she would take us to the mall to get coloring books and toys, and we would also go to the market to get food and to get my brother Bakugans which were popular at the time. She also got us strawberry ice cream, and took us to the park. The park got renovated while we were there so we got to see its transformation from a sad little playground to a giant wooden playscape that contained a ship, two seesaws, four metal swing sets, and a bike path.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

On second day of break (Sunday) we made the terrible 7-hour drive to Flagstaff. We just got unpacked and settled in. In the morning, we went out to eat at Pita Jungle. After that, we got doughnuts that were delicious!! I got a cookie doughnut, my brother got a carnival doughnut, and my dad got a bacon crumble doughnut…? (I hate bacon :) There was 3 more for my mom, Papa and Gaga, but I forgot what those were…

Half of me from the United States and the other half from Mexico. Around 2008 my mom and I went to Monclova, Coahuila to visit my dad's part of the family. We stayed at my aunt Julisa’s, she only spoke Spanish. I didn’t speak or comprehend Spanish very well, but my mom could, she translated for the both of us. During my time there I played with my cousin Carol in her backyard, which was a concrete block wall patio. We would run around the house and get chased by her Chihuahua, Chico, it was really fun! I found one of my favorite foods in Monclova, duros de harina. Duros de harina are like chips, but they're not as crunchy,

Once I lived in Maumelle. When we moved there my Mom said, “ This is going to be the place where we spend the rest of your childhood.” Me (Lilly Hartman) and my brother (Wilson Hartman) was excited to spend it here in Maumelle. It was a wonderful place. We lived in a one story house and with a dog named Katie and a Cat named Sassy, and for some time a fish named Benson. Our house was one on the corner of the street so we had the biggest yard on the street. It was Absolutely Wonderful.

My favorite restaurant was called Mother’s it was a buffet kind of restaurant but it was good food, plus they gave me a whole lot of it. Mother also had traditional Southern Food like Red Beans and rice and Gumbo. The next place we went, I forgot the name of it, but they sod poleboys (huge sandwiches) I think I spelled it wrong but they were good too. The last place we went to was some kind a pastry/dessert place and they had mint ice cream so it was good too.

The food there was really good considering it is on an island because they get all their food shipped in by boat. They had dessert after every meal besides breakfast. You had a choice between lemonade, fruit punch, and water to drink. They also called seconds if you were still hungry.

When we were little, we were raised by both parents and lived in our ranch in Reynosa, Mexico. It had our animals that we cared of. This life was very calm and all of our family came to visit us, we used to make barbecue every weekend, and we got together and had a great time at the ranch. I missed those days where you could party all night and nobody would mess with anybody.

To relate the topic of nostalgia with food to my life, I recall a cherished memory I have about making enchiladas with my grandma when I was nine. My mom’s father is hispanic, but her mother is not, so she learned how to make hispanic food just for him. I have always admired this, because she learned how to do this just to make my grandpa happy. She made us many hispanic dishes, but my favorite is still her enchiladas. I still remember the smell of the chicken and beef that my grandma had prepared

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.

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.