My Memories Of My Life

My mom and I first moved into my step grandma and grandpa’s house, and then a couple months later, we moved into her fiance, Tony’s house. A year or two later they separated and we moved back into my grandparents house. Fast Forward to fourth grade, my dad decided to move down to Missouri. I was very happy because now I got to see my dad a lot more than every other weekend. Once he moved down I was able to enrol in religion classes. My first year was in fourth grade with a bunch of other kids my age. Around April we had our first communion, and I was able to eat the bread every Sunday at church. Starting at fifth grade, I was in a different religion class called PSR. It was basically the same thing as my previous religion class, just slightly different. I took these classes all the way to eighth grade, and then in June, 2015 I got confirmed. Since I got confirmed I don’t have to go to religion classes anymore, I just go to Church every sunday. Confirmation wasn’t an easy process. I had to do a saint report, service hours, and a retreat. We had to do

When you are going through a tough time and having many problems, remember this story. It is refreshing to sometimes remember that whatever our problem is, there are people in the world that wish that they have our problems. I aspire to be just like my sister, Erika, for her optimism, everlasting joy, and determination. No matter what life through at her she always remained happy. Erika is my symbol of everything I want to be.

One of my utmost embarrassing childhood memories would have to be the time when I was in kindergarten and Mrs. Cancelor (our teacher) was allowing everyone to take a restroom break. I went to the restroom did my business, talked as usual. We were all headed back to class, I plopped down at my desk and continued to do our school work as we were told to do. I just let one loose in class; it was silent, although it was not what I thought it was. I stood up and prayed nothing was displaying on the backside of my butt. I wandered up to Mrs. Cancelor and said, “Teacher, I think I pooped on myself?” “Honey it’s alright, just go to the restroom and clean up, she said calmly.” She called my mommy and told her what happened. Ten minutes later… my mommy shows up with clothes for me to change into. She asked, “Baby what happened?” I said, “mommy I thought I just had to fart but it wasn’t a fart.” My mother tried extremely hard not to laugh at the moment of my distress. She then gave me an enormous amount of love and told me to have a good day at class.

Vacations are a time where people tend to make memories. One vacation I have a lot of memories of is when I went to the lake with my friends family. Over the summer, my friends Matt and Zack asked me if I wanted to go to Clark Hill Lake near Augusta with them. They are twins. We have been friends for seven years, and every time we are together we always make memories. When they asked me, all I could think about was all the memories we could make, so I said, “yes I would love to go”. I had no idea of what memories were to come.

Some of my favorite childhood memories are of my grandfather and me. One could say that we had a tradition. Often, he would pick me up from gymnastics and go through the drive through of McDonald’s to get me a chocolate shake. And during the trip to his house, we would talk about our day and the exciting things that had occurred. Although we talked about many different things on our way to his house, we always sang “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. I remember looking out the windows while we sang and admired the beauty of the night. Coming up to the big red barn I knew that we were almost there. My grandparents lived near Saint Peter, Minnesota on Lake Washington. And every night after eating dinner, we would make a fire, look out upon the

Do you have those memories that you know you will never forget? The ones that make you feel joy and others that are full of sadness? I have 5 memories I want to share with you that I think are important in my life. Read on, to hear more about me and the 5 most important memories in my life.

Looking back at my childhood, I suppose you could say it was pretty difficult. Even at my happiest, I was living with a foster family, separated from the rest of my biological relatives. However, I couldn’t complain. I loved them like they were my family that I spent my whole life with. I was a five-year-old boy living a happy life. I had grown attached to the family, feeling like I was truly a part of it. Then one cold November day it all changed. A woman dressed in black came to my home I had grown to love and told me it was time to go away. I horrified, not knowing where I could be taken. After waiting in a room full of toys for a few hours, she came back in and told me it was time to go. She put me in the back seat of a car and started driving. Driving to my mother’s house, to live with her and my two brothers. They didn’t even feel like family anymore. Time marched on, however. My sister was born, I was reintroduced to my family, and although I missed the Bernards, everything felt like it was going to be ok.

Piglet, from Winnie the Pooh, once noticed that, “even thniyluough he had a very small heart, it could hold a rather large amount of gratitude.” I feel my childhood favorite perfectly highlights that we always have time in our lives to reflect and praise God with gratitude. Today people are so preoccupied with how much have, they forget the actual value of people and experiences. I try to be satisfied with what I have because I know I am very blessed compared to most people on the Earth. This holiday season I am especially thankful for all aspects of my “family.”

One of the memories that is more permeate in my mind is when my father had to travel to China for business intentions. I remember when he leaves the country, but not more than when he arrived home. Usually, when he came back home, he usually bring with him some gifts for me and my mother, and he never forgets to bring me my favorite gift which I still love when he give away to me. I like to call it as the God´s dessert because of its curious shape of production, intense flavor, and delightful meaning.

As a young girl, I had what some people might call the “perfect” nuclear family. My parents, both very attractive individuals, had the two cutest blonde-haired and blue-eyed kids in church every single Sunday. Each afternoon, my dad would come home from his 9:00 to 5:00 and greet my stay-at-home mom with a kiss. We ate supper together every night at the dining room table; then, we would snuggle up on the couch before our parents told us bedtime stories and tucked us in. However, as they say, nothing lasts forever, and nothing is perfect.

Suddenly! The tall iron gate stood in front of me. Behind it, the garden was a picture of total desolation. And nestled in it, was the house. My house. I recognized it. However, I still had doubts about this impulsive identification. If this house were mine, how could it possibly have fallen into this terrible state of neglect? Did my absence last longer than I thought? Or, by some cosmic anomaly, was time more destructive to those particular grounds?

During the summer of 2008, my family and I took a trip to Rome. I had anticipated this for most of that year, and I was very excited when the day finally arrived to leave. Summer break was already a month in, and I had been packing for the last few days. The flight was almost nine hours, and most of the flight I slept. When we arrived in Italy, we went to our hotel and for the next few days, we went to many places like the, Colosseum and the Pantheon. We also went to many restaurants that reflected the Italian culture. I recall tasting a margarita, and it being some of the best pizza I 've had, it was thin and delicious. A few days into the trip, my parents decided to take us to the Sistine Chapel. At the time I had minimal knowledge of world history, so I did not understand what this place was, but once we arrived, I was amazed by its size , the beauty of the painting and I when I realize how old it was, I found it very interesting. We decided to take a tour, along with a tour guide, telling our group information along the way. Although we were in a group, there was a mass of other people, as well as many other tours going on. We would go to many rooms, some people would stay in a room, while others would move on. There was so much to see, and since there was art on the ceiling, my eyes were mostly locked above me. In a particular room, I had gone ahead, while my parents had stayed. I thought I had remembered what room they were, and how to get there from where I was, but I

At this time I had something great in my life occur, surprisingly. One day when I was sitting at our home in the kitchen, I started to think about marriage. I felt that I was about the right age to become married. My grandparents were siblings and married, while my parents were siblings and married. I felt then that it might be a good idea to get married then to one of my sisters. The reason this happened was because it made the land stay in our family’s ownership. Both of my sisters were definitely beautiful. Atet was very bossy at times, though. She could also be very mean.

Today, my family and I are finally leaving. We have been debating on leaving for the past week or so. We have recently lost all of our money. My dad wants to go and earn money in We live in Greece and it is about 100 miles to the coast where our ship will board. I am taking as many clothes as possible and I am taking my old teddy bear that I have had since the day I was born. We walked for days, taking breaks when possible and finding shelter during storms. Then one day my father said ,” Look,, there it is... the ship.” It had gig text on the side that said Nevada At this point I was trembling and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. As we were boarding the ship the scent of people who hadn 't bathed in weeks or maybe even months. It was terrible, but it was also the best. We were on our way to freedom.

Our life is full of joy and interesting like a garden filled with a variety of flowers that gave colorful, contentment and comfort. Sometimes we felt like a donut that there is a hole in the middle, tasteless, no filling that gave as challenge in our lives.