They All Just Went Away Analysis

The time i spent with him was my favorite. I remember every detail of each individual memory, but my favorite memories were the Autumn memories. The pumpkin patch, the fair, haunted houses, etc. I love our fair memory. We had just gotten back from eating at mcdonalds, we stopped at starbucks and picked up a Autumn themed latte. We got back to his house and laid on the cool ground with the multi-colored leaves surrounding us while we looked up at the pale yet mesmerizing sky with moving clouds.

When we were little, we were raised by both parents and lived in our ranch in Reynosa, Mexico. It had our animals that we cared of. This life was very calm and all of our family came to visit us, we used to make barbecue every weekend, and we got together and had a great time at the ranch. I missed those days where you could party all night and nobody would mess with anybody.

The best way to complete a fun summer day is by having a campfire under the starry night. My uncle and his family are within walking distance of our camp and they always join us. We turn up the radio to listen to our favorite tunes. Of course, I have to finish the night by playing “Ride the Wind” again. Then, we get out the Smore’s and the guys tell funny stories from their childhood.

On the first day, it was mostly just settling in, but I remember that at the crack of dawn, Justin and I got up and shot out of bed, straight to where the TV was. We spent a good hour or so watching early morning cartoons and lying under electric blankets. Of course, being the hygienic little 7 year olds we were, we went to shower straight after. I ended up showering last, and there was so little hot water left that I managed to get a nice shower for a whole 2 minutes, and then it was ice cold. I subsequently ran out of the shower and straight back into bed, under 3 layers of blankets. That night after supper, we were sitting on the

Journaling, I have to laugh, my daughter has given me Journals for birthdays and Christmas gifts and among other things. I am not a good writer in that I do not write about my days, I keep a lot in my head and forget an equal amount. The written word is a great way to go back in time, I always want to be better at it, but it takes time! Time that elusive thing that warbles slowly, ah too slowly when we were young and speeds up gently to end at breakneck speed. I was there, at this breakneck speed and suddenly told myself to slow down and smell the roses, not really but in my heart. Slow down, enjoy, see the small things and the splendor of a beautiful day or the spectacular night sky. Slow down I told myself. It helped, so as my daughter even talks about the speed of time, I say slow down. True I am 61 but I am not talking about the bench and pond where an old couple holds hands in memory of their life, I am talking about living, breathing, interacting and witnessing,

There was a huge plot of grass where children frolicked across every recess and lunch break. For me, I was very fond of that grass area because I was able to play so many games such as tag, baseball, soccer, and the list goes on.

As a kid I loved going to the playground, I enjoyed swinging on the swings as high

Peachtree manor was an adorable trailer park, I believe it had five rows of trailers and ours was on the third one, there wasn't that many kids on the third row so I had to walk to the fifth row to play with my friends. I remember my neighbor this one old man who had two huskys, one with only 3

Then all our cousins would come over and we would barbeque, play tag, ride our bikes, and have water balloon fights, we werent allowed to wear swim suits either, so if you can imagine runing around in a long wet prairie dress, it is very hard. But the days were still fun and full of laughter. when it was dark we would all pile into our vehicles and drive to the local park. We'd lay out blankets to sit on and pass out the cruchy carmel popcorn we made earlier that day. then we'd sit and wait for the fireworks to start, they were some of the most beautiful firwork displays I ever saw!

I would go visit my cousin, Eila, all the time when we were younger, we were pretty much best friends. I used to go over and spend the night; we would play board games like candyland, monopoly, chess, and some ice cream game. Then, we would go outside and swing on her giant swing hanging from a tree

Safety is a big thing. No parents would want their children hurt. The article “Can a Playground Be Too Safe?” brought up controversial concerns about the changes of todays playgrounds. It is true that American playgrounds are becoming overly protected. Towering monkey bars, jungle gyms and other climbing structures are replaced with less challenging equipments. Though I believe that safety should be the top priority when it comes to constructing playgrounds, I also believe that children should have playgrounds that offer challenges to all ages. Back in the day, me and my friends defined play as building houses out of cardboard and sticks, cooking in pots and pans with real firewood and fire. For us, play meant climbing trees, playing in the

Agatha Christie, the brilliant author of And Then There Were None, creates meticulous backstories for her fictional characters. Each person in this book has an oblique description leading us to believe in a false sense of safety. Judge Lawrence Wargrave is a perfect example of this. Wargrave is depicted as a sickly and elderly man, he is said to look like an old tortuous. His authoritative personality certainly doesn’t contradict his retired occupation as a judge and I think his aura creates a feeling of comfort between the characters. I believe that Christie pictures him as old, weathered, and intelligent man in order to hide his malicious and two faced personality. Wargrave is revealed as the murderer in a surprise plot twist where he fakes

Life slips by so quickly! Have you ever noticed that one day it is Spring and the sun is shining, and then the next day is it cold, wet, and the day before Christmas? I have, and I had to pay thousands of dollars to make me realize that all the times that have slipped by, my short term memory during that time has no recollection of any events. I have been traumatized mentally and physically for many years that depression and suicide has had me in a trance that I have become a stranger to myself. In my Epiphany story I will be sharing some inspirational thoughts and some pained empathy.

This was my first move out of 14 and my mom, dad, and I all stayed with my aunt for a bit until we could find the perfect house, and eventually we did. So, for as long as I can remember, this perfect house was my home. At the end of my street was a small cul de sac where several neighbors my age lived. After school, laughter resonated through the air as all of us tight knit kids of Willowbrook Farm Road scootered up and down the street until the tiredness of our scrawny legs finally became too much to bare, and we made our way in for the night to eat mac and cheese and share the juiciest gossip first grade had to offer. I thought these days could last forever, that the darkness of the night was only just an excuse for the next brilliant day to begin, and so I would walk back to my perfect house and wake up the next morning negligently, still a careless child. From those days, I have tried to forget many things so far in my life. For example when my fish of 7 years died, or when my dad was first diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Though he survived, the glorious lifestyle living in a perfect 2,135 square foot house soon came to an abrupt halt. Before my eyes, my mom, dad, and I downsized to a small beach house about 1/6th the size of our previous home, but nonetheless it was still in the same town so I remained able to maintain my friendships without too much change. Though I knew subconsciously the

In this video, Hank started off explaining about a story of a man named Clive Wearing who contracted a rare herpes encephalitis virus that ravaged his central nervous system. Due to this, he was having problem recalling memories from his past or produce any kind of new memories. Every time he would see his wife he would recognize her but wouldn’t recall the last time he saw her. This story emphasize how important memories are to recognize loved ones, recall past joys, or just remembering how to just do the basics things in your daily lives like walk or talk. Memories is what defines us who we are without it we are basically just nothing. Memories are typically accessed in three different ways through recall, recognition, and relearning. Recall