My Old Memories

Living across the street from my Papa Gene, I found myself spending every summer day in his humongous- or so my eight year old self thought- pool, treating myself. I was always the kid that thought my grandparents were a God-sent gift to me and I was the luckiest girl in the world. I can still recall the the taste of the orange creamsicle popsicles my grandma would place in a cup outside and let melt before I drank them because she knew that was my favorite way to eat them. I definitely spent the sweetest of summers at that small house with the huge pool. While many childhood memories were made at my grandparent’s house, the one picture that will burn in my head until the end of time will be the one

The biggest memories that come to me are going to church in my hometown. Every Sunday was a special schedule. I got to wear my best clothes of the week, which was usually a dress, long socks, and a bow for my hair. Once my whole family was ready we would walk to church. On our way, my mom would often stop and talk to neighbors. Sometimes I would have to remind her that we were going to church or tell her that we were going to be late. Mass was an hour or so. After mass, my mom and dad would give me money to buy an ice cream or junk food. When I finished my ice cream, we would walk home with neighbors who lived on the same street. Walking home everybody would talk about how beautiful the ceremony was and how well the priest explained the Gospel. I loved the sense I was given by my neighbors. Comforting and belonging is what I felt when I was around them. McClay and McAllister refer to this as “anchor our memories in something more substantial than our thoughts and emotions,” which is my hometown connecting me back to my neighbors at my

One day me my mom and dad and sister we were driving to my aunt and uncle's house.It was about 3:00 and me and my cousins we were playing football.And my mom and my auntie they were making dinner.And my dad and uncle were watching a baseball game.And then it was time to eat.

I love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

When thinking of my memories it’s as if you were surfing through TV channels. Some making me wish I could go back to that day and relive it. Some I hope I will never have to relive. Most memories make me smile and think of how much I want to be little again. Although at that age, all I wanted was to grow up and live my own life. My memories can range from being at home to being anywhere but home. Although, some stick out more than others. One of those few fond memories is going to the Dominican Republic with my family.

Since I’m not entirely sure where to start, I’m going to start at the beginning. When people ask about my childhood, the first memory to come to my mind is never a happy one.

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

Another great memory I had was when I went to Myrtle Beach with my mom, grandma, and older brother Vincent. We stayed in a horrible motel it stunk, had bugs, and a small shower but we made the best of it. One day while we was there we were walking on the pier and this disabled man in a wheelchair was fishing and caught a baby shark and he stopped me to show me what he had caught, and he asked me if I did not mind would I throw the shark back in the water and i looked at him like he was crazy and he told me it was okay to pick it the shark up as long and I did not touch near his mouth, so I go

One really fun memory was when I was really little like 4 my mom and I were at my grandparents house and my grandma and mom were talking at the table so my grandpa and I started watching movies on this little tiny DVD player . We were

I share many, many memories with my mom. Some good memories, some not so happy, some happy, some not so happy. My favorite little memories are all the times we are in the car together, only when are both in a good mood. In the car, we will put on our favorite music and I will turn the volume up as high as I can go before she tells me I’m about to blow her speakers in her car. We will scream the lyrics even though we are both very bad singers and just enjoy the time we have together. We laugh at each other messing up the lyrics or at

I have very fond memories of my dad. One of the best memories I have with my dad was when we went to watch the new fast and furious movie. We went to the Cinema Carousel

We go through life and make memories with family and friends that come and go into your life. One of the moments in my life that I will never forget is living in Colorado. When I was about 4-5 years old my mom and my dad was separated because he worked at republic steel in Massillon. At this time my mom lived in Colorado. Well, one specific moment in that time me my older brother Vernon and my twin brother Andre was running in a field near these apartments my mom was living in. I remember me, and my brothers were playing tag when my brother Vernon picked up a stick and we were looking at a socket that was in the building. Vernon thought it was a bright idea to shove the stick into the socket.

One of the greatest memories with my Dad was when he took me to Sioux Falls on my birthday. That was when the best memory of all time.

I distinctly remember the weeknights at his house. Sitting upon his lap, walking down the street, getting pulled in my wagon through a park--these were things I loved doing with Grandpa. I was not just another person to him: I was the ultimate grandson, and I was special.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.