Childhood Memories Of My Childhood

In the Summer of 2015 when i was just 10 years old, my family had planned a camping trip to Arkansas. Being young and growing up in Tulsa i was always near my house. It was potentially dangerous to leave the house a night in my old neighborhood, but only now do i realize it. Back then i was safe and secluded, and i liked it that way. However i was up to go anywhere with my family, so i packed my favorite things and prepared for the long drive.

brilliant colors of yellow and orange, and then vanished under the purple and blue cloudy sky. It

My camping experience as a child left an indelible mark on my life it is a day I will never forget. It was my first introduction to the “countryside” and the simple tranquility it holds over the busy, fast-paced life of any city. Later on during the eight-week trip, we had been taught how to ride horses, how to shoot a bow and arrow, swim, kayak, fish, and so much more. While I do not often have the time to go camping and have yet to do so since Big Silver, the memory is always there to remind me of an activity I could do that will provide rest during stressful

Before I longboarded, I thought that I would never learn hot to ride one or that I as going to get hurt. Well one of those things came true and I’ll tell you that it wasn’t the first one. It was a sunny Milwaukee afternoon and me and my friend Nick were very hungry. He wanted to go to Wendy's but no one there to drive us and it was at least a mile away. He suggested that he rides his longboard, and I ride my bike, but my bike was buried in the back of my garage. But then he said that I should ride my dad's longboard to Wendy’s. I was nervous but I said I would only ride it if my dad said yes thinking that he would say no. So I called him and asked him and he said yes so I grabbed the board and went outside. When I tried to ride it, I was slow

If I hadn’t gotten back on the first time I fell off, I wouldn’t have experienced this moment. I was scared getting back on and hurting myself again. But I guess some of the best things you don’t experience if you don’t try again or you get too scared. Perfection takes time, how will you get good at something if you don’t try hard enough or get back on. Getting back on was the right thing to do, and it turned out, that longboarding is one of my favorite things to

I was anxious, frightened, and excited all at once. If I don’t do this now I will never convince myself to ever do it. As I stood at the top hill with my bike and a million thoughts running through my head. Pleased with myself that I was finally going to do it. This is it, at a slow, gradual pace I started to pedal at an agonizing slowness. Beads of sweat poured down my forehead. Realizing how frightened I actually was, I no longer want to go. Never the less, It was too late. Quickly picking up speed, as I zipped down the driveway. Suddenly, all control was gone, the gavel was too loose. Trying to stop, I squeezed the brakes as tight as I possibly could. Nothing seemed to matter though, no longer did I have control of my bicycle. Drifting from side to side, I’d never felt so much panic and fear in my life. All of the sudden my tire struck a large rock that was sticking up and sending me barreling over the handlebars, onto the jagged gravel, the bike still clutched tight in my grip. As I was falling, the though to let go of the handlebars never occurred to me until it was too late and the bike landed on top of my ribcage. Pain shot through my body. What I feared most was no longer a fear, but a

When I was nine years old my family and I took a trip to Green Lake. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I still remember the events of the day like it was yesterday, running around the lake with my cousins, climbing up the trees and eating lots of popsicles and ice cream. This wasn’t our first time there; we had gone there previously as well, but memories from this trip would stay with me for years to come.

I remember my family and I finishing our yummy, grilled peanut-butter sandwiches that my dad would always cook. I walked out outside, it was a beautiful, sunny day on a Saturday. It was about 70 degrees. The breeze felt amazing like you could just be outside for hours. Kids were outside playing on their play sets, seeming to not have a worry in the day. I've always wanted something that I could actually ride instead of just a fake four-wheeler that little kids had. When I first got one, I of course begged and begged my dad to take me for a spin. I wanted to learn, and I was very happy to get to ride this big, blue bike. He was always busy, but he made

The sky was a luscious mixture of oranges, pinks, and blues as the sun set beyond the city and behind the mountains. Smoke rose from the tall city, ashes of buildings and dead bodies rising into the air.

We each have memories, both from long ago and recent times, that we hold dear to us. Memories get us through the hard days and keep us chipper in the good ones. The past is what makes us who we are. It shapes how we act, how we treat others, and simply just what we do on a day to day basis. Memories are the little things that keep this world running smoothly. Imagine what it would be like to lose those memories. What if you were to forget things to the point you were losing your functionality? Every 67 seconds another person in the US falls victim to this disease (www.alz.org). They may remember childhood memories, but forgot where they put the cheese they bought yesterday. As the disease gets worse and worse, they may wander and even forget people they care deeply about and those they interact with daily.

This was my earliest memory. I was four years old and it was around the time of Christmas. Me and my brother David were in the kitchen eating our snack at the brown breakfast table we always ate at before we went to preschool. My mom was putting up the the decorations on the christmas tree in the living room that was adjacent to our kitchen and just a step down. She always put up these tiny plastic houses, old shops and tiny churches - usually on the top above our television case - that were covered in snow and would light up when you plugged them into the wall and you could always see the little figures through the tiny windows. She always used fluffy white cotton fabric that she would place around the little houses to imitate snow. She also would always put up the scene of Jesus in the manger with the wise men and the barn animals which too would light up. These were always pleasing to look at and help set up. My dad was outside putting the yellow lights on the gutter of our white house - “white house” is how we always remembered our house back in Madison Wisconsin. We were not big into decorations when it came to holidays like halloween where we would just carve a few pumpkins, but when christmas came my parents seemed to enjoy decorating the most.

My childhood was a very dark place for me, I didn’t have as many friends and people were bullying me and I started to become a bully myself including hurting my family members. There was also a lot of family issues in my life, Also with my school life with the grades that I was making.When I would come home from school, my parents would always argue and have always fight. My mom would always make me read a book to her before she and I went to sleep and before I finish my last sentence,an argument occurs and then I would cry and feel depressed and a lot of adults were making fun of body and making rude comments. For example: I would open my fridge and my grandparents friend would come over and see me pull out a jar of ice cream and say to my grandparents “she looks like she pregnant, why would you allow her to eat ice cream. She will get bigger.” I didn’t have as many friends or talents. I tried everything I can to help others, but they just use me and call me mean things.

I have a vivid memory of my grandma and myself when I was 6 years old. This was the only time as a child I was able to keep my eyes open on the “grown up” part. The movie was “What’s Love got to do With It” and there was a graphic domestic violence scene. The Woman in the scene was being beat by her husband, I remember being so scared. My grandmother sat me on her lap, looked at me sternly and made me promise no matter what never let a man put his hands on me. I made the promise then not knowing what she was asking of me. She was asking me to stop a vicious generational cycle. Months later that promise meant so much more than the connection to that movie scene. It became my reality.

As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it. I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today.

Back in the day, when I remember of me being a child and it was one of the best moment I could think of my childhood that happened in the summer, where good time start it and not too far off that it sound it like that we played in the water and we figured since it is a bit hot outside i was going to six flags and having some fun with our family and friend having an enjoyable time. Few things I would say about my childhood was also the summer time, when the sun was hitting my body my mom used to worry about me a lot so I would not get dark so she would tell me to put sunscreen on all the time even on my face and in front of my friends but back when I was little I did not get what or why she was saying that but now I get it on why. Sometime when I didn’t wear the slippers my feet would burn like I was walking in a fried pan but I were to just walk in grass with my wet feet and then a few seconds later same thing happens again so it was not point of walking in the grass but I still walked. I closed my eyes one time because my mom used to surprise me with friends coming over, going to swimming and having a picnic and playing with the park dogs, it would be so much fun but we had this curfew time to get back home and the only annoying thing was the bugs and bees around us that were biting out skins off and making us scratch and the dirt we use in or the mud that we use to make sand castles out of at the beach. I tried to look up and see if I would be getting some shade anytime