My Memories : My Childhood Memories

My earliest memory of my childhood has to be the first major fight my parents had that has been seared into the memories of my childhood. We all hate to see our parents fight and usually when I would witness my parents fight I would block it out because “mommy and daddy will always love each other no matter what.” They would tell me that over and over again no matter how bad their fights got. I yearn so badly to tell my younger self not to hang on to that idea of love because that idea in the end wasn’t really love at all.

On June 8th, 1990 is when I entered this place that we call Earth. Born to Montasser and Nagla Hassan, the only girl and the youngest with two older brothers, nine and seven years apart. My parents were born and raised in Cairo, Egypt, and moved to America after getting married, leaving their families behind to better their future and the lives of their future off springs. Their courage and dedication to life and each other is a characteristic that they carried on throughout their journey of careers, life, love, and children.

My childhood was just like every other average child's. I wasn’t spoiled and I didn’t go on lavish vacations or anything. I was disciplined and I threw fits but never the less, I was loved.

My childhood took place in two very different settings. Every summer my parents, sister and I would drive across the country, from Tucson, Arizona to Morgantown, West Virginia, in our minivan stopping at many tourist places on the way. Because of this, I have been to 45 states. This exposed me the outside world. For six weeks, every summer I would be able to run around the humid forests, climb on rocks and make quirky videos with my cousins. Having a home in two different states was hard growing up. I had friends from all around and I would only see my best friends from West Virginia every summer.

My childhood was fun I spent my mornings in the classroom, I started going school at the young age of 4, my afternoons were spent playing and hanging around my friends, and my evenings with my siblings and cousins. A couple of my cousins lived with us for a while during that time. My mom was the one caring for them since their parents were not around. When my aunt and uncle returned to claim their kids that is when my entire life would change forever. They came for their kids and were filing paperwork to move the United State of

I was born and raised in Kerala, India, son of an arranged married couple with Indian ancestry. I am the eldest son with one little brother. Because I am the eldest child in the family I have to be little responsible and a good role model for my brother, and my younger cousins. Last four years of my life was like a magic to me. I would say those for the toughest time period I had to face. Some times I wish, “can this all be a dream and go back to my 5th grade year”. I don’t know, fifth grade till my eighth grade was the best years of my life. I could still remember visiting my cousins and family every week, visiting friends, playing cricket, family dinners, and so on. Four years ago, I moved to America. I still remember the exact date-April 18,

I remember instances in which my parents would come to the school early with me to talk to teachers about my anxieties for the day to make sure I was in an environment in which I could thrive. When it came to my social life, however, they generally left me to my own devices. I played with whoever was available, whether that be the kids on my street or my older, seemingly more knowledgeable cousins. My parents rarely felt the need to intervene in my social circles on my behalf and trusted both my brother and I to make educated decisions about with whom we should be

When I was little, I used to be attached to my grandparents. My grandparents used to live next to my family in Puerto Rico. When I was a little girl, my sister and I we loved to spend the whole day with my grandparents at their house. The reasons we loved to spend the rest of the day in my grandparents’ house was their food and the coffee. My grandmother used to make good food, and every time I ate I would lick my fingers. Another reason that I love my grandparents were the way they taught us how to be good kids, and help others when they need it the extra help. The day I left them to come to Boston it was unfortunate for me because I was never going to eat the food that my grandma uses to make and drink the coffee that my grandpa used to

There is one childhood memory that I can easily remember. Four years ago, I can remember it as if it happened yesterday. For almost all of my life, I have been active in playing sports. I believe that I have always been active because I come from a very active family. I have been introduced to soccer at very young age, my grandfather started teaching me how to play soccer at the age of eight at first; yet, and I hated playing soccer because it consisted of too much running. Also, I always received injuries. By the time, soccer became my favorite sport. After the spring soccer season was over I learned that track was not too far behind, playing soccer for three years helped me build up a brawny stamina. Running track is the second team

Music is a wonderful creation by man. It has given us the strength to surpass the best moments and the worst moments in life. In the article, “Why do we love the music we heard as teenagers?” by Mark Joseph Stern, reminds us that music has been around for centuries in different forms. It always finds away back into to our head creating a nostalgic moment. Having the opportunity to listen to one favorite song like “Remix to ignition” by R.Kelly giving everyone a good vibe and wanting to get people in a singing and dancing mood. The article describes the creativity, emotion, and functionally that a song can create. Giving a certain feeling in the body but its takes one back to a time in life when the first song was heard causing the nostalgic feeling and losing yourself in memories that music has created.

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 home was always full of unwanted presence, my parents were not able to manage everything around the house since they were always busy working. It was hard being the adult of the family, having to take care of my siblings, making sure no harm came their way and taking care of my uncle when he was

I grew up a happy child. Like other kids, I was care-free, innocent and untroubled. I was impulsive; I couldn’t stand being inside the house for a long time. I played with a lot of my neighbors who were my age and I would enjoy every second of it. As a kid, I also grew up traveling a lot. My parents were fond of leaving the country to visit my cousins, uncles & aunts, and other beloved relatives living in the other side of the world.

I was raised in a changing environment, which means things in my family never stayed the same. I lived in Mexico until I turned 13, after that I moved to the states, so I got to see to different realities. I remember that in the early years of my life my parents would try their the best to keep me close to them, which meant I got to be home a lot, most people hate loneliness but I value it, I wasn’t used to be around kids and with adults the routine would be greet them to be polite, then run upstairs to keep watching television or play by myself. My mother didn’t like me being outside with the other kids, she said I would pick up bad habits from them. Dad was always busy, tired or just not there. I would notice he would get upset with me because

Growing up as a kid wasn’t all that bad. There were good times, and then some really bad times. I had two parents that were married, two sisters, and one brother. We moved around a lot, and went to many different schools. It was almost normal to go to a new school every year. It eventually didn’t bother me anymore. We lived in a trailer park in Mills River NC. I remember a huge corn field right behind our house. The only thing separating us from it was a wide creek. It was really quite