As I approached the towering wall I was encouraged to try and climb it to behold the magnificent beast who lived on top. Suddenly I was unexpectedly boosted to the top scared for what was yet to come. Like most kids that's how I saw the world when I was four and everything was so new and interesting to me it was almost like everyone was their own made up character and I was the hero. When I was four, the age I was in the picture, this was no different as that same morning I woke up not remembering why I was awake and I really didn't even want to leave my bed. To start the day I smelled the sweet baked smell of homemade pancakes not yet served but ready to be eaten drowning in gooey sugary syrup and so I decided to start the day right. As …show more content…
I think I may have fallen asleep while my mom dressed me for the very important day to come. Next detailed memory of that day was being in the car on the way somewhere so I did what any responsible toddler would do and repeated mom about thirty or forty times. My mother went on and on about some stuff I didn't really understand and then I heard “going” and “fair”. Suddenly I lost all complexion and began rambling on about all the stuff we could see and where we could go until I had no more words in my vocabulary to expend. When I ran out of words to say I just about drove my mother mad repeating are we there yet until the answer to the three hour question was yes. Getting to the fair I just about remember three things that are stored in my long term memory. I remember the goats probably the best when it comes to smells. They smelled like manure and hay and I was not very insensitive to the smell so I did the mature thing and turned to ask my sister if she farted. As I stumbled around the fairground with my mom trailing behind me I do remember losing balance once and falling in front of a taekwondo …show more content…
I would have to choose to face my fears and sit with the monkey or opt out for the alligator. Most people would think “Well why are you scared of a monkey?” As a child I was a watcher of animal planet and I watched one show where a monkey brutally ripped a man's face clean off. So I suggested we walk the rest of the fair and come back. We did and as we made our way to the end of the fair ground I realized I had to do something so I came up with most brilliant plan my four year old self could think of. I still remember myself crying holding my mothers leg to slow her down and her confused out of her mind on why I wouldn’t walk. When we approached the booth I was already scared of monkeys but then they decided to take the picture on a wall, when heights was my second biggest
The time I was lost at Walmart, I was six years old I was mad about something and that’s when I started wandering off somewhere until finally I turned around my mom was gone I looked all around couldn’t find her anywhere the feeling of me being by myself without know one being here with me to protect me or be here with me, I felt like I lost her forever and that I can’t find her anywhere because Walmart was like a huge store so it was gonna be tough to find her, after a while I started crying and calling her name “mom!”, at that moment one of the employees at the store helped me find my mom by operating on this entercom and called her name luckily I knew her name because if I didn’t how else will I suppose to find her, next they called her
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
As I was in the car all I was thinking of if I was going to eat goldfish or fruit roll ups. Since I was in the morning group we only went up to 12:00 then we got to leave. My mom came out the car and stayed with since all students and parents had to wait till the teachers came to pick us up. The lobby always smelled like cinnamon candles. My teacher finally came and we said bye to our parents and gave them kisses. As we were walking down the hallway I paid more attention to the classroom numbers. On that day I figured out that our room number was 10. I thought that since our room number was 10 we were all 10 years old.
I became aware of my ten month old brother crying across the freeway. I wanted to go to comfort him. My mouth and arms were bleeding, and I knew I could not walk. I decided to put my head down and figure out how to help my brother. I next woke up with an older gentleman next to me watching me. He had turned me over and put a blanket on me. He told me I could go back to sleep, if I wanted. My next memory is in an ambulance hurrying towards help. I remember the siren and the trees moving past the windows. Thirteen days later I would turn 6 in the hospital. I nearly died, my recovery was long but, that is not the hardest
One memory that comes to mind belongs to a day of no particular importance. It was late in the fall in Merced, California on the playground of my old elementary school; an overcast day with the wind blowing strong. I stood on the blacktop, pulling my hoodie over my ears. The wind was causing miniature tornados; we called them “dirt devils”, to swarm around me. I stood there, watching the leaves kick up and then settle. My friends called me over to the wooden playground surrounded by a sea of mulch chips. The bridge squeaked furiously under our weight. An unannounced game of tag started and we found ourselves weaving in and out of the wooden fortress and the trees that surrounded it. My shoe became untied and I took a time out to tie it with a method that no one uses here. We heard an adult voice; it was time to go in. We lined up single file, supposedly in alphabetical order but no one ever does. I liked that, I never liked being in the back. While waiting for everyone to line up, I looked up at the trees that line the walkway.
Everyone loves a thrill. We watch movies that make us rethink what is in the dark with us, jump off of bridges and cliffs with our only savior being a bungee cord that may or may not be 10 years old, and we create gravity defying, speeding cars without motors and brakes. The crazy thing is, we do it all for fun. I, however, didn’t have a fun time when I went on a roller coaster that went upside down for the first time.
I have a notoriously bad memory even now, and I have no recollection of it ever having been any better. Thinking back, I have reasonably clear and complete memories for only the past three years or so, becoming increasingly spotty and episodic the older they are. On the far end, I also am familiar with a set of stories about by infancy that my parents have told me. It is somewhere in this border between implanted stories and fuzzy memories that I look in trying to find my earliest memory.
I angrily slammed my food tray on the floor and said get out. The marshal who had helped save us had just arrived and as he came in he got his gun ready to fire. I told him he had murdered my parents and my sister. The marshal just laughed and then with a boom out came a bullet straight for my head. I ducked dodging the bullet. Then from the back entrance came another man holding a hammer, he reluctantly fired at my head until he knew for a fact that I had lost my memory.
the trip. For this reason, I began to feel more fear. However, my fear of not going became
As we got back into my sister car we pulled out of our parking spot to only be stuck in traffic. We sat in the parking garage with stand still traffic for almost an hour and a half. The traffic finally started to move, a Cadillac to my left, and a mini-van to my right that was not very happy that I pulled out in front of him. Oh well, it was my turn to go! I sat in that spot for another fifteen minutes. Finally, we started to move at a steady pace, then we saw the city lights outside of the never-ending parking garage. I hurried and called mom to get us home, because I have been lost that late before in the exact same area. My mom was not very happy, it was almost time for her to go to bed. As I drove my sister started nodding off in the passenger seat! We were so close to almost being home, then as we get to the 270 exit, it was closed for road construction! I started to panic, my mom heard me and woke up my dad to give us directions. As I listened and followed hos directions I finally saw New Albany! I told my parents that I would see them soon and hung up the phone. With my sister sound asleep I was left alone in the car with my thoughts of how the night had played out. The concert was just as I hoped, it was perfect in my eyes. Then the next day I had to
He asked if I was done eating? I said I was done so we left the restaurant. It was one hell of a restaurant, I wonder if they have one in Rochester,Mn. We drove to Rochester,Mn, it took us about almost two hours. when we got to the city, I got nervous. This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for, all three of us were standing outside a huge house. I’m finally going to see my mother, and I’m going to live with her, till death do us apart. Or marriage, hahaha. I ran to the front door of the house and knocked couple times, unable to hold in all the excitement. After the fourth knock my mother opened the door. I just stood there and froze, she was wearing a dress, a beautiful dress. It was turquoise and it had white flowers all over it, and she wore a white scarf over her head. My mother is a very beautiful women. she had the most mesmerizing light brown eyes ever. But age was getting to her, you could see the wrinkles around her face. I was brought back to reality when, my mother screamed my name, and grabbed me. I wiped my tears away quickly and hugged her back. we were like that for a bit, we even forgot about my brother and my uncle, who stood behind