My Memory From My Past

Reasons, why I have chosen this snapshot, is because I think this image contains something that makes a lasting impression on me. It has a lot of good things I can talk about this snapshot memory. Not just good memories but an image that will not be able to get deleted from my mind. People who are in this image are my family members. I say that out of all the other images I have this is one of the favorite ones I can actually say I have a lasting impression. This snapshot image is not really bright image picture because it was taken by the time when the sun was already going down. I have an amazing time that day we had a lot of fun with each other, family times are always great.

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

“Where are you going?” He asked me like it mattered. It seemed like a genuine question.

“You don’t mind if we ask some questions about why you’re standing there all by yourself?” said

Teaching About Repressed Memories of Childhood Sexual Abuse - This article describes an undergrad 3 credit hour course taught in the fall at Rollins College. It examines human memory and its role in two applied issues which include repressed memory of childhood sexual abuse and eye witness testimony. The course content includes four components: 1) the instructor introduces students to the subject matter, 2) students review the nature of science, 3) learn about the extensive literature on the nature of human memory, and 4) learn about the anecdotal and scientific literature (for and against) on repressed memories of childhood sexual abuse and the literature on the accuracy of eyewitness testimony and identification. Freud and the notion of repression is discussed both in this article and in

The heat radiates off the rusted core gated iron roof, a dust devil swirls over the path that leads towards the school. I have always loved the country, the warm air, abundance of animals, variety of plants and even the dust that covers everything. As I head up the path I reflect on my life at the school, my life would be almost empty without this school, this is where I went to school and now work as the only teacher. It hasn’t changed a bit since I went to school, still a old wooden shack with a tired old veranda that raps around the whole building. A somewhat derelict building but what choice do I have - it is the only school within 200Kms of Gadgenup. Gadgenup has been home for me since I was three, I moved here with my Mother, Father and older Brother Luke, when my Father couldn’t find work, it is and always will be my home.

The concept of repression – which is the bone of contention between those who believe in the mission of recovery therapy and those who denounce it – presumes a peculiar power of the mind (Loftus and Ketchum, 1994).

I watched as her cheeks went slightly red for a moment at my questioning. Perhaps it was my wording of it. Still, she nodded her head after looking over the phone thoughtfully.

"I don't know, are you sure this is a good idea?" Raising an eyebrow, I was a little skeptical.

“I'm exhausted,” I groaned stretching my arms out in front of me. He stepped back so I wouldn't hit him.

“No problem kid,” He said. I went home and told my mom that I got tickets for a Kentucky game.

My room was a mess. Like usual. I had just slipped on my dirty clothes basket.

James smiled, his dark face lighting up under his heavy glasses. “That’s alright, it was me who asked, after all.”

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.

My first memories of God were when I first came to America at the age of ten. Back then, I did not know who or what God is. My mother was coming to the U.S. to do scientific research, and our family didn’t know anyone or have any friends. However, there was a Chinese church where a lot of internationals like us can come together and find friendship, build personal connections, and worship a God that was a very new concept to many of us. That was the place where I first learned about God. Initially, I had a lot of questions about the very existence of God, because in my young mind, I could not grasp the concept of something that I could not physically sense. Gradually, I began to accept the notion that God is what God is and that it is something that we could feel in our hearts, something spiritual.