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She realizes that at her current age, an action that is very natural to her is insignificant, whereas when she was a child, learning to do simple tasks like buckling overshoes and swimming was momentous and exciting. This comparison demonstrates the speaker’s wish to return to the times when it only took a very small incident to make her

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

I can still recall the days where I would run down the block chasing after the ice cream truck. I lived near a park in Brooklyn, and my daily summer routine consisted of endless enjoyment at the park. As a nine-year-old, all I focused on was having fun and playing handball with my friends at the park. Every day I set out on the same task, and did not realize what I would do if those friends were no longer there.

Before having children, adults are just adults. They only have to worry about taking care of themselves. However, after having children, adults become parents. Unlike other adults, parents have added responsibilities with caring for themselves and now their children. Along with this comes endless worry for the children. In a parent's case, though, worrying is synonymous with loving, and as most parents know, it doesn’t waver. Throughout history, a parent's love has been captured in books like My Sister’s Keeper and in films like Everything, Everything. In “The Pediatrician Retires” by Sharon Olds, repetition is utilized in coordination with kinesthetic imagery and indirect characterization to illustrate the unending, yet rewarding life of parenting.

From the second someone gazes at the table, everything appears different. Although the shape of the table resembled the long wooden rectangular table my family owns, nothing else contained similarities. For starters, the red coated,

Even at this time, certain sensations play a role which evokes a response of joy or comfort in this child. Here the first traces of a philosophy of life come to the surface, although expressed in the most primitive fashion.” (Leman 2009)

I remember my childhood like if I was five years old again; it was the best time of my life, getting woken up by the sound of the lawn mower. My dad was always up early, working at the farm. The smell of fresh cut grass

When we think back to our childhoods, we generally remember our prominent memories. I remember sitting in a stroller in Walt Disney World with a Popsicle melting in my hand, and I remember the last time I visited my grandmother before she passed away. I also have insignificant memories. I remember one morning when I was around the age of six, I came downstairs with my hair in knots and a blanket still wrapped around my shoulders. I then crawled onto a tall chair at the kitchen counter and turned on the TV, as I did every morning. “Good morning, honey.” My mother said behind me.

The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.

When you think back to your childhood, what comes to mind? Memories of the ideal childhood include endless rounds of intense tag played in the beautiful outdoors as an escape from the business of everyday life. In the nineteenth century, it was common for children to play a game called crack the whip. In this game, children latch their hands together to make a chain and aim to keep up with the leader as they follow in a zig-zagged line. The child at the end of the “whip” is thrown around as everyone strains to stay connected. When one of the children fails to keep connected, the line cracks. Winslow Homer, an American artist, captures the essence of this game in his painting Snap the Whip. Winslow Homer, an independent and self-taught artist

In Dianna Henning’s "Shards of Childhood Memory," she notes how the tone is actually simplistic and childlike through her special attention to the fourth line of Bishop’s poem which bluntly describes the acceptance of agitation caused by the everyday misplacing of items (Henning 74). This unique comparison of the poem’s beginning to being similar to a child does prove effective. When it comes to most children, they are straight-forward, short-tempered, and absent-minded, which creates the perfect storm understanding the level of frustration caused by losing something every day as there was a moment of lapsed memory. However, this childlike thinking presented at the beginning of the poem contrasts with the reality Bishop’s Speaker faces as the things they lose become gradually more abstract. Keeping with the concept of the nature of children to be absent minded, the Speaker already begins to sprinkle in the reality of memory being part of the world of the abstract which makes it susceptible to becoming skewed and/or forgotten.

My siblings and I would go over to my great grandparents house on weekdays, I would always bring the rocking horse there. My grandpa was a oakie so we would always watch his black and white cowboy shows, while watching these shows I would be on the horse rocking back and forward. During these cowboy shenanigans our favorite snack to eat was my great grandma’s homemade cornbread with a glass of milk, the cornbread would smell sweet and feel warm. In the backyard of the house was my great grandpa’s shed, when he would weld or do who knows what, I’d be right by him on my rocking horse.

As a child we had one thing we loved whether it was a toy or game or parent .

Another technique frequently used by artists during postmodernism is “found object” art. Often, these works of art are portrayed in the form of sculptures, but they can be in almost any form and on any medium. This form of art consists of using random and everyday objects such as buttons, books, light bulbs, broken computers, glass, fabrics, and many other sorts of items. For example, an artist that works with found object art might take several kitchen utensils and place them together in a certain way to make it look like an American Bald Eagle, or broken furniture to create a desolate landscape. Found object art normally looks or actually is 3D, in a form where you can really feel it and touch it. The display and arrangement of found objects

The center of the room is what draws your attention. It leaves your mouth open in amazement. The long rectangle table is made of strong mahogany solid wood, trimmed in a thin layer of gold. The top of the table is filled with brownish marble. The long back and tall legged chairs are also made of mahogany wood. The cushion on the chairs are soft like down alternative pillows. The square crystal clear dinner plate, trimmed in platinum, sit in front of the 30 chairs that surround the table. A fresh mixed green centerpiece is in the center of the