Essay On Childhood Memories

My most significant childhood experience is when I came to the United States for the first time. I was born and raised in Cali, Colombia for 12 years. For most of the people outside the country, who is struggling financially, coming to this country is a dream full of opportunities. It was a long process to come here, since my biological father was a homeless person, and I needed permission from him to come here. Thankfully after two years of dealing with lawyers, my sister and I made it to get our visas. It was my first time in an airplane as well, so everything was an adventure.

Often times we find ourselves thinking about the past only to try to force the memories away and return to our current delusion. We can never erase the past, but if the past is who we are, then should we just welcome pain back into our lives? Embarrassment, guilt, and pride betray us as we choose to bury our darkest memories in our head and look to a positive future without ever having to readdress them and acknowledge that they had ever happened in the first place. Thinking back now my weakest moment caught me by complete surprise.

I have one memory from my childhood that is very vivid, most likely because I was seen on Americas Funniest Home Videos. It all started when my brother had an idea, at the time it seemed very fun and harmless. The idea was to make a skate video of him, but like always I wanted to be just like him so I wanted in on this video as well. Little did I know I was going to end the day in the emergency room, in tears, with an ice pack and twelve stitches, and later find myself on national television.

From this lesson, I would like to know the meaning of social construction of childhood. I am very familiar with the history of psychology and children’s literature. My grandmother used to live with us when I was a young, and she told me many stories of the past. For this reason, I am able to link the materials I study to the real world. The social construction of childhood is somehow new to me. Especially the way Postman (1999) expresses social construction of childhood. For example, he stated, “In the twentieth century, childhood began to unravel, and by the twenty-first, may be lost altogether- unless there is some serious interest in retaining it”. (p. 116). This lesson inspired me to express my point of view of social construction of

And I was like, oh my gosh! So he, showed us how they worked. He threw them to the ground. So in the laundry room, we went inside. Down the basement-(not clearly enunciated) into the sewing room. It was a small sewing room(added a –d sound towards end). We opened the window. And a light breeze would come in. so we like okay that’s good, that’s good. The breeze wasn’t too – it wasn’t too windy. So we said perfect. We got a firecracker and we threw one done. Mind you, we were a little bit up a few stories. It didn’t work, so we lit the firecracker. And the first one, it didn’t work. It didn’t explode. Were like hmm. So we did the second one and then, “bfff!” it exploded. It was awesome. We were all so excited. And then we looked down. Who did we saw. We saw one of our night guards come with a flashlight checking all the windows. Oh, we were so nervous. So we had to hide. So we- we said- we’d hide in the sewing

theory because of the video, it seems as if the building could have possibly been victim to an

The earliest seizure that I can actually remember going into was at seven years of age; At the time, I was cleaning up my bedroom with my siblings, I remember getting a horrible stomach ache, it felt like something was twisting and gnawing on my insides. When I told my mother how I was hurting, she just thought I was trying to get out of cleaning up so she told me to keep going and get my work done. Eventually, after enough crying, my mom let me go out and use the bathroom, and that is where it happened. I was sitting there, trying to figure out why I was hurting so much when a spiral of light swam into my vision, pulsating and growing larger and more vibrant, along with it my ears were filled with a loud rushing noise. I woke up in the hospital a few hours later completely confused and sore all over from the muscles that had been strained from my convulsing, the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth lead me to discover that I had done a good job shredding the edges of my tongue with my teeth during the

I was eight or seven, I lived in Gallup New Mexico at the time. One day in the summer my mother, cousin and I decided to visit our uncle Paul. He was an older man but very athletic he had his own home gym in his basement. When we got to his house he and my mother sat and had a grown-up conversation, me and my cousin Jerry decided to go explore the basement. In our uncle’s basement, he had four rooms. One had a huge pool table, another one was filled with weights and matts for yoga, the third one we never went into because the door was always locked. And the fourth, this fourth room would become my worst nightmare, it was filled with elliptical and treadmill equipment. After a while jerry and I got bored with playing our version of pool

A fundamental aspect of human memory is that the more time elapsed since an event, the fainter the memory becomes. This has been shown to be true on a relatively linear scale with the exception of our first three to four years of life (Fitzgerald, 1991). It is even common for adults not to have any memory before the age of six or seven. The absence of memory in these first years has sparked much interest as to how and why it happens. Ever since Freud (1916/1963) first popularized the phenomenon there have been many questions and few robust empirical studies. Childhood amnesia is defined as the period of life from which no events are remembered (Usher & Neisser, 1993) beginning at birth and ending at the onset of your

My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My

Social constructionism gives meaning to phenomenon in social context and connections between culture and society build up realities in their circumstances. The studies of this idea have been conducted more than thirty years by a number of North American, British and continental writers (Burr, 1995). However, in childhood studies this notion appears later on. It is mostly held universally, childhood is a stage that biologically existing in human life in early years. It should be considered this childhood is constructed in the society. As a social being, it brings into the mind the relationship between society and child, inevitably. However, the dominant understanding of childhood attributes biological and social

Memories of a Personal Event The door slammed shut. I wasn't sure what I was going to hear. To be

When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.

My earliest memory I remember as a child is around the age of two years old. My Mother would put me in the playpen but I refused to stay. I was able to climb out of it. I remembered my Mother’s face expression that let me know that I better not climb out of the playpen again. This was one of my earliest memories of her setting her boundaries. When I got older, my Mother told me about the situation. She needed to clean and/or cook so she had to put me in the playpen. At the age of two years old, I just wanted to explore and didn’t want to stay in the playpen. This set the tone between us moving forward.

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.