My Memories : My Childhood Memories

also in black and white. I’m not stating I grew up misfortuned but this is one of my earliest memories, in-fact my grandmother did have a colored picture t.v. It’s the setting as the focal point, especially if some are familiar with the area. In my flashback, accuracy was not intended. Myself being an oriental boy was not the factually detailed truth. My ethnicity is multi-ethnical, I'm part of the 2nd generation in my Japanese family, while also being split between quarters of European and Mexican

I spent a year in the foster care system. My foster home was an old creaky house. The room I slept in was at the top of the stairs, third door on the left. I was the only one in my room, it was the only thing I had that was just mine. It was quiet, great for thinking. Early in the morning the sun would streak across the dark hardwood floor and reflect off the white walls, showing all the dust particles in the air. It may have smelt, as many old houses do, of must and mildew, but that morning I did

unique to the owner. People bestow special value of some objects according to an experience, emotion or hidden message associated with them. I have a chest with treasures and so far they are my childhood, my youth and my adulthood memories of good and challenging that are most charitable to me. My childhood was fun and unforgettable, as I had lots of neighbors to play with from morning till dark. We played games outdoors and rode our bicycles happily. The undeveloped wood behind our home provided

My childhood was anything but dull. From soccer games to building high-end forts, there are few memories I have of an uneventful childhood. Growing up with 3 older siblings gave some advantages, along with some disadvantages. Yes, I could earn my parent’s attention most of the time, but I couldn’t go on certain rides at the water park, or stay up as late as my siblings. There came a point in my life when all my siblings were in school and my mom was working throughout the day, leaving my dad to keep

forever be ingrained in my nostrils due to my grandmother. Her anal retentive nature when it came to the cleanliness of her home is a memory that she will not remember tomorrow, but maybe I can ask her again next week and she will. Growing up with a grandmother that has Alzheimer's disease has significantly changed my perspective on life and given me the opportunity to mature at a rapid pace. I grew up as an only child with my single, working mother and was very close to my grandparents. I visited

My childhood memories reflect both good and bad times, but every moment makes my life precious. However, a sad memory always resonates within my heart stronger. This is such because a good memory makes me feel positive, yet a bad one has the power to help me grow up and understand what is important in my life. It is about a difficult time with my dad, which helped me grow and mature. The moment was meaningful that I would never trade it for the world. The moment took place nine years ago when I was

recall which one of my memories is actually the first because there are so many. However, as I tried to decide between various different memories there was one that stuck out to me. The memory itself is a little bit foggy, but I can remember that I was extremely young. It must have been a weekend because both of my parents were home, and I can remember the sun shining through the windows in my house. I was in my room playing and dancing around, watching myself in the mirror. I heard my mom scream out

to live and to me it is not home yet. To me home is where all your friends and family are, where you can and have create new joyful memories. The first house my family had shares few memories with my little brother but I can remember quite a lot. Exhausted from the fun activities of the day, I would collapse onto my comforting warm bed in my bedroom were I once spent my nights in, conjuring up countless phantasms fantasies and dreams. It had a balcony connected to which I would gain access to it through

When I think of the most important memory that I have from my childhood, my mind goes directly to my childhood house to one specific day, the day I got my puppy! I was in my kitchen on a calm day. My sister pulled up into the very cracked black top that was in our driveway. I heard the car door slam close, then the sound of the squeaky kitchen door being opened. Eventually, I heard my name being yelled out by not only one person, but also my niece and nephew. As I ran down the creaky and very loud

I have a vivid memory of my grandma and myself when I was 6 years old. This was the only time as a child I was able to keep my eyes open on the “grown up” part. The movie was “What’s Love got to do With It” and there was a graphic domestic violence scene. The Woman in the scene was being beat by her husband, I remember being so scared. My grandmother sat me on her lap, looked at me sternly and made me promise no matter what never let a man put his hands on me. I made the promise then not knowing