My Fondest Memories Of My Friends

Later on, I was in tears. I still wanted to see some of my best friends every day. I didn’t want to leave them. I ran up to my bright, cozy room, and called on of my best friend in tears. We talked for a while, until we were

A significantly more complex video game: the single-player action/puzzle game. In the beginning, you find yourself in a small, clinical-looking room with no obvious way out. There’s nothing obvious to do: no enemies to fight, no treasure to pick up, no falling objects to avoid. With so few clues for how to proceed, your

I walked over to the male and asked him what he was doing in the area and if he

The article “Dementia Study reveals Fond Memories First to Go” (June 16, 2015) published on Volume 51 issue 24 of The Onion informs readers about the effects of dementia and how dementia sufferers’ fondest and most positive recollections are nearly always the first to go. The author supports their claim with evidence from a five-year study conducted by researchers at Johns Hopkins University; the study followed a group of nearly 3,000 individuals suffering of dementia and found that the patients’ fondest recollections, such as one’s wedding day, are eradicated much more rapidly than other memories. The author’s purpose is to explain the cognitive effects of dementia in order to jolt the awareness of the reader and to prepare them for if and

I love the great times I have with my friends and family, but a few of my favorite memories is with my best friend Bionca Lardon. Yes, I got into some trouble with her over the summer, but honestly it was extremely fun I might not be able to hang out with her anymore, but at least we had a great time before it ended. No I am not going to say what we did because I do not want to put her out there or anything. That summer we had become so close she is like my little sister and I made one mistake to many and now I cannot hang out with her, but it is okay because she knows even though we cannot hang out like we want to I will still be there for her, because she is my best friend.

“It’s useless Dave,” my aunt confessed, “She loses every time we play. Hasn’t she learned?” As their conversation continued on, I blocked out all the horrid filled memories from the game. I created a brand new slate. With this thinking, I was ready to play. I was ready to win.

I dislike the game because the game instruction and layout are really confusing and complicated to us. The instruction was not explained clearly how to play the game.

“Come on, that’s I need. If I lose, we can leave, but if I win I’ll only bet the winnings,” he begged, but you continued to give him a doubtful

“How is he doing?” I said, looking down the hall to room N52, to his room.

Gerard was in the kitchen making yet another cup of coffee. He eventually walked back into the living

“I haven’t decided yet dad… I need some time to think it over.” I say, almost ashamed to ruin the mood,

Seeing them I was flooded with nostalgia because these were the guys I had spent my life getting to know. We sat around a campfire and talked all about our college experiences each with a different story. It felt surreal because even in this short time I could tell everyone had changed. We all were more mature and in the little time we had grown slightly apart. This was hard to admit but we all could tell. Throughout the campfire we shared stories and laughed at our experiences during our first few months of college. Being back with friends was different because every so often we would text or snapchat our friends from college. You could tell we all appreciated being back but we had made a new home at our colleges.

me to come in and to follow him. He waddled into the living room where

Throughout this paper I will be writing about my life, starting from my very first memory and ending with my life as it is now. Since I was brought into this world I had an older sister who is two and a half years older than I am. My parents said right away that my sister was so excited to have me in her life that she did not care that she was no longer the center of my parent’s attention. She acted as if I was her baby. When I was just starting out, as a toddler was the time that I started to develop my first memories, which are not all good. Lets start from the beginning, my first memory that I have of myself would be from when I was almost two years old. In this memory I was attending my papas funeral. I remember that there was the colour red everywhere, all over the walls and even on the seats. It was his favourite colour according to what my parents tell me. From this memory I also remember my parents walking me up to him during his wake and allowing my older sister and I to put a photo of us into his shirt pocket so we would always be with him. After this memory, my next one occurs when I am around the age of two as well. I remember being in my families first home sitting in our kitchen with my mom, on her lap wrapped in my little mermaid blanket, drinking a little bit of tea with her while we watched my older sister catch the bus to go to school. This is still one of my favourite memories because I truly fell that this helped shaped the person I am today. I also

Kasia was and still is my best friend growing up. We had gone on several vacations together with each other’s families. Then there was one vacation that I went with her on right before our senior year of high school. Her family has a passion for flying, they have three planes now and Kasia had planned on becoming a commercial pilot. Because of their passion for flying they go to Oshkosh, Wisconsin every summer for the EAA AirVenture, which is a big flight convention outdoors. I went with them one year and I started to notice some things with Kasia. I noticed that she was constantly going to the bathroom and with every glass of water I had she would have had three. I pointed this out to her and told her that she should go see a doctor. I did not know what was wrong with her I just knew there was something wrong with her.