My Memories Are Important To Me

While growing up several deaths that took place within my family. Some I had no idea who the people were but can clearly memorialize the funerals taking place and the reactions of those around me. Even though I cannot recall any memories of my great grandfather, I can remember when he passed away. Everyone was gathered at my great grandparents' house in Kerrville,

The most vivid memory I recall is of the first trip I ever made to my happy place, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Nothing could ever compare to those 5 days of pure happiness, without a single worry in the world. I truly believe this one little trip shaped the way I want to live the rest of my life.

Driving across the golden gate bridge is a sight to see. Well it is a site o see if you can see through the layers of thick fog and if your car sat up high enough you could see out over the bridge. The air was not freezing, but there was a chill in the breeze that gave me goose bumps. Driving down crooked roads, and eating the sourdough bread instead of the soup inside it are special memories. It was a few days in San Francisco last summer that gave me a love for somewhere other than home.

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.

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.

A traumatic event that happened was when there was a fire. I remember that the fire was just a mile from our house and that we would have to evacuate. My family I loaded the car as fast as we could. We packed as much as we could and everyone else in the neighborhood were also packing and moving out. We moved out, but got stuck in traffic. The fire was literally behind us, burning acres of grass and forests. My sister had asthma, and so she had to fight it off by constantly coughing and such for she didn’t have her inhaler. She coughed all the way until we had gotten to safety and she had gotten an inhaler. I remembered leaving my pet dog, Penn at home, and so I rushed back by myself to let him out. Fire was right near the house, and I tried

I had to get over the death of my dog he was the only thing i felt close to and when he went adios it was game over for me. Eventually i got over it but he still has a place in my heart. A few years later i got my lab lucy and i hadn’t felt that connection with any other dog than with my first dog. That was awesome to be able to feel that connection again. My first dog was a chubby chihuahua, he died from a spider bite and then he died and then i cried for a whole week. I then got over that and had to go to school I didn’t want my ma to leave so i cried till the teacher yanked me out of her arms, that was fun. My ma would get mad at me because i wouldn’t eat broccoli she would then say “look ice cream” but cover my eyes and put broccoli

I was completely unaware at that time that I would travel to Arezzo many, many, times to get on trains and take the bus back to Sansepolcro. My highlight of the entire day was finding a small café with Lizzie as we made our way back to the bus. This was our very first ‘apertivo’ experience. We sipped our drinks and had small finger foods like mini pizzas, potato chips, and crackers. We were both amazed at the generosity of the lady that served us. Looking back on the entire trip I would still consider this afternoon to be one of the biggest highlights of the entire trip because I was really able to take in the scenery around me and truly have a moment with just one another person where we felt like we were in a very small way a part of Italian

Thinking back to my admittedly privileged childhood, the most vivid memory I had wasn 't of my first dance recital, or my first lacrosse game, or even my first fist fight that I won against my seventh grade bully. It wasn 't even of the day when my father was brutally murdered in front of my sister and I when we were thirteen. No, the most evocative memory I had was the day I purchased the newspaper for my parents at age twelve and saw, sprawled across the cover, the headline that changed my life forever.

Memory makes us. It is, to an extent, a collection of unique and personal experiences that we, as individuals, have amassed over our lifetime. It is what connects us to our past and what shapes our present and the future. If we are unable remember the what, when, where, and who of our everyday lives, our level of functioning would be greatly impacted. Memory is defined as or recognized as the “sum or total of what we remember.” Memory provides us the ability to learn and adjust to or from prior experiences. In addition, memory or our ability to remember plays an integral role in the building and sustaining of relationships. Additionally, memory is also a process; it is how we internalize and store our external environment and experiences. It entails the capacity to remember past experiences, and the process of recalling previous experiences, information, impressions, habits and skills to awareness. It is the storage of materials learned and/or retained from our experiences. This fact is demonstrated by the modification, adjustment and/or adaptation of structure or behavior. Furthermore, we as individuals, envision thoughts and ideas of the present through short-term memory, or in our working memory, we warehouse past experiences and learned values in long-term memory, also referred to as episodic or semantic memory. Most importantly, memory is malleable and it is intimately linked to our sense of identity and where we believe we belong in the world.

The only time I can recall my childhood memories is when I went to Vietnam with my family at age 10. I can remember it as it was yesterday. My trip to Vietnam was special to me. This was my first trip visiting my relatives from the outside of the world and created memories that will last forever.

My mom never knew what gender I was going to be because I would never show myself during the ultrasounds. So, I became a surprise baby. However, my parents didn’t really struggle because I was able to use my older sister’s handy downs. I was born on May 16, 1995, in Laguna Hills, California as Anjelica Montesdeoca, 20 minutes after my twin brother. While birth, the doctors noticed that I was also a breech baby, so the surgeon had to rotate me to have my head come out first. During the delivery, the only people who were in the room where the medics and my mom. My dad was at home taking a nap before going to work.

Memories are favored for ever. Ecspeccialy the good ones. Memories should also be shared. With Everyone.Thats why I,m “here” today. to tell you about my top 5 memories. What are you waiting for. READ!!!

There are certain memories that we have that we can remember like they happened yesterday. Many of those memories that have special meaning to me were of family vacations when I was young growing up with my brothers and sisters. Family memories are important to many of us because they take us back to a time or place that was special. One particular family vacation I remember vividly, and it’s a story I have shared with my kids on many occasions. Over the 40 or more years since that memorable vacation, I still smile and think how lucky I was growing up with a mother and father that did everything to give their kids an unforgettable memory.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly