My Most Important Memories Of My Life

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.

It has been a mystery for hundreds of years and it has puzzled many historians and archaeologist. They wonder what happened to the lost colony of Roanoke did they die because of war or something they all ate? What people are trying to find out is what was the reason for the people disappearing years after arriving. Why Do you think they wanted to come to America? The main reason for them coming to “America” was Queen Elizabeth 1st wanted to establish an English settlement on the new land.

I remember when I first met him. I had just come from inside Barber Wing and my bag tore apart. He walked towards me and licked my shoe, I then smile at him. After two seconds he scratched me and ate as many French fries as he could and ran away. When I arrived at my house he was there on my front porch. That’s when I knew it was meant to be. I fed him human food because that’s how I saw him. He slept on the couch because I didn’t want to wake up looking like Freddy Kougar. The next morning, the cat had cooked breakfast, please don’t ask why because I don’t even know myself. When I told him thank you, he replied, “No, thank you for taking me off the cold and darkened streets. Although I do ask of you one more favor. Is it okay if I and my family live here with you, it would mean so much to me”? I stared at him and he stared back with sad puppy eyes and I couldn’t help but say yes. That’s how I ended up living with 5 cats for all these years, and I’m honestly pride of that decision I

Have you ever met someone for the first time, and felt like you knew them since you were born? That is how I felt about my best friend Dede. We both live on E84, on the same floor but never met each other until our Evangelism class last semester. She was friends with a girl that I had met previously but had not seen in a while. She then introduced me to Dede, we talked for a while, and exchanged numbers. I left the religious hall and began to walk back to my dorm. Suddenly, I heard Dede screaming my name so I turned around, there she was bent over trying to catch her breath. We then began to walk together and talk about our experiences at Liberty University. We walked back to the dorm together, and that is how our friendship started.

Read on to take a step into my memories and ask yourself “What are some memories that I love?

I see Doodle,my cat, come running into my room, and she jumps onto my bed with a thud. I hold my hand out, and she walks up to it. Then she sits down as I begin to pet her soft fur. She starts to purr up a storm. The smell of bacon wafts in my room as I finish getting ready for my trip

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.

I never wanted a cat, a dog maybe, but certainly not a cat. Their beady little eyes staring right into my soul, their claws looking like something out of a Tim Burton movie, dirtied from walking around in their own excretion and their matted fur clumping up in my hand with every stroke. “Rawr, hissss,” sounds that swirled my brain every time I came close to these feline “friends.” Cats and I didn’t mix. We were like olive oil and water. My sister, on the other hand, loves all animals. She is like Magenta from Sky High; animals scurry around her like she is their mother. She had begged my mom for a cat since the day she was born and my mom finally caved, to my dismay. One day, I came home from gymnastics practice and there was a cat sitting

When I was assigned this project, I was given a big piece of paper and a marker, I was told to write down all the phrases, or words that left an impact on me. The moment I sat down and wrote all of the most influential moments, a strong feeling of nostalgia hit me. It would be physically impossible for me to write a single paper about all of these moments, but for now, I will be telling you about my three most favorite memories. So relax, and I’ll take you back to the time that will always be a part of me.

I thought what an adorable dog, as it waddled up to me I helped free it from his metal entanglement. Who would have thought that this dog won my mom over for only two weeks, afterwards we had to find him a new home. At long last I imagined myself finally owning a pet, only to feel the lonely heartbreaking feeling again. Until one day a girl gave me a fuzzy little stripped orange kitten resembling puss n’ boots, I felt discouraged to bring him home after the hound but non the less I

Think about the various memories that you have. Think about your favorite memory. What is this memory? When did this memory occur? Also, think about why this memory is your favorite. Now, write an essay in which you describe your favorite memory and explain why it is so special, and discuss the importance of a person having memories truly is.

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

“Yup!”so my dad brought him to me and put him on my lap. At that one moment I felt like I the world was just him and I. It felt amazing, just like when you get a new pet for the first time, but 10,000 times better. It felt like, that was all you needed to be happy in the world. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was too cute. When it was my brother's turn to hold him for the first time, I wasn’t very happy so I asked,

Memories are like a storybook that is embedded into our heads filled with the good, bad, funny, and unforgettable moments that has happened to us through our journey of life. Looking back at moments that has happened in my life I never would have thought that moment would become a memory that will stay with me forever. The day I did archery for the first time at East Elementary has made so many memories for me.

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.