Childhood brought me numerous lighthearted and warming memories that have helped sculpt my development. I grew up in the exquisite town of Pittsboro, North Carolina which truly shaped the person I am today. From my experiences family is an essential part in growth. Fortunately, I was not only surrounded by my immediate family, but also I had a remarkable and loving grandmother half an hour away from my home. Being able to escape reality at my grandmother’s house was delightful. My favorite part was how welcoming and loving my grandmother’s home was as a little girl, and still is as a college student. I can vividly picture every crack, stain, picture, and piece of furniture that remains in her home. Lastly, my childhood passion was helping people …show more content…
Pittsboro is a small country town surrounded by vibrant cities such as Cary, Apex, Chapel Hill, Durham, and Raleigh. Coming from a town where I lived the “country and city life” was the best of both worlds. Pittsboro is very wooded with farm lands, lakes, ponds, and trails. Due to the geography of the town, I grew up playing outdoor activities. I would regularly fish, go skeet shooting, hike, ride bikes, and even go four-wheeling. Leaving the house meant running into someone I knew, which taught me to be very sociable and talkative. At the local diners, the owners know me by name and order. I cherish the personalization of this small town. To this day, I am a person who genuinely wants to know how an individual is doing and what they enjoy. I believe this is because I come from a small town where everyone interacts with one another. Every now and then I would spend my Saturday afternoons walking down Franklin Street in Chapel Hill which allowed me to experience the different cultures of a diverse city. Having the ability to wake up in the morning and go fishing in Pittsboro and then head to the Durham Performing Arts Center to watch the production of the Lion King shaped me into a well-rounded individual. I developed into an open minded and diverse individual because I was able to experience different cultures every
When I graduated high school, I really gave a lot of thought about what I wanted to do with my future and who I wanted to be. During this time, I read that psychologist often suggest people revisit the activities they enjoyed as a child. They claim that children spend their time participating in activities that bring them the greatest delight. Children do not think about salaries and retirement plans, they simply do what makes them happiest. This made me think back to how I spent my childhood and what I did in those years solely for the sake of it bringing me joy. That is when I realized that care giving and nurturing has been a part of my happiness since I was a child. Whenever a family member or friend was injured or ill, I would be the first in line to administer a Band-Aid or bring them soup in bed. When I was blessed enough to have everyone in my life be in good health, I would find an outlet for care giving in my stuffed animals. I would come up with fictional illness and ailments and find a way to care for them; whether it was constructing a tourniquet out of my hair ribbons, a cast out of duct tape or an oxygen mask out of sand which bags. When I allowed my imagination to run wild, I always found my greatest joy in nurturing. As I grew older I gave up my imaginary patients, but I never lost the happiness I felt when caring for another person.
The document “The American Crisis” focuses mainly on the crises that America would face during the time of revolutionary war. Thomas Paine, in this article urged people to unite and to fight against Britain. He encouraged and inspires the colonialist’s soldiers to strive for independence from “tyrant and evil” colonial kings and its government. He believed wholeheartedly in the American Revolutionary cause but oppose violent practices.
Most everyone has experienced a time when they did not have to worry about financial problems, jobs, or even lives. That time for most individuals is a time of immaturity and learning. Childhood is an important part of everyone’s life. Who a person will become is the result of this period in one’s life. Although the majority had an enjoyable and carefree childhood, there are still many that do not have the chance to enjoy it. Just as a coin has two faces, Annie Dillard’s “An American Childhood” and Luis Rodriguez’s “Always Running” have shown the readers that not everyone had a fun and exciting childhood.
I grew up in Hemet, California in a neighborhood filled with friends that I grew up with. I remembered a lot about my home that I grew up in mostly because I remember details better than most people. I may remember details, but I love looking back on memories I had with my family and friends.
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
Learning how the environment a child grows up in and how it affects their development in the near future has always been something that interests me tremendously. After taking courses where I have learned how certain perspectives or situations that pertain to child care affect our development as people, there have been times when I myself have reminisced back on my own childhood and have applied different concepts that help me gain a better understanding as to why I am who I am or why I behave the way I do today. While reading “Miss America by Day: Lessons Learned from Ultimate Betrayals and Unconditional Love” by Marilyn Van Derbur, it was very interesting to me when it came to applying how her experiences as a child affected different aspects
I spent most of my life surrounded by fragrant pine trees, rocky mountains, and sometimes extremely cold winters. At least one year ago, my family and I moved to a place that is the exact opposite of Colorado which was Phoenix, Arizona. Months before moving, we got rid of all clothing that resembled winter apparel because we all knew it was not going to be needed again. When moving to a new location, it the time to embrace new change, different cultures and certainly different weather climates.
They all loaded onto the bus at 8:52 A.M right after P.E. Then Mr. OJ stepped on the bus and told them that they need to respect the people also, other people there. Then he stepped off and the bus driver closed the door to take off. They pulled on to the interstate to head to Kansas City. When they started to get on the interstate, they noted there weren’t many cars on the interstate as usual. After driving for hour or so they weren’t any more cars they were the only ones.
I have a lot of fond memories looking back on my childhood. My dad’s parents had a house on Granbury Lake; it was a kid’s paradise. I grew up fishing, which is my favorite thing to do, boating, water skiing, 4-wheeling, anything you could do outdoors we did it. My grandparents had a massive garden and rows of fruit trees that lined their properly. We would wake up early in the morning to help Pa Pa woke in the garden. Being from the city, we that this was the coolest thing ever. As a reward for our hard work, Na Na would treat us to a snack of fresh cherry tomatoes from the garden. Although, she would always call them little boy and little girl tomatoes. Night time was my favorite out at the lake because that’s when the fire flies would come out. Every evening around dusk we would get our mason jars, poke holes in the lids, and wait to spot the first lightning bug. We didn’t have to wait long until the whole night sky
As the youngest of five children she was often overlooked. The pride of the family often overrode the opportunity to receive health care, handouts and a decent chance to become something. My mother spent her childhood in a tiny house with her family and many relatives. She was never given the opportunities to excel in learning and life like my generation has. My grandfather was a carpenter and on that living fed many hungry mouths. But despite this already unfortunate lifestyle my mother maintained good grades and was on a path to overcoming her misfortune.
Growing up in Bridgeville, an average neighborhood, in Pennsylvania, I thought I was sheltered and deprived from other cultures, until I began taking my Early Childhood classes. I quickly learned that in fact I was surrounded by many different cultures. Growing up all the schools in the area were let out around the same time after school all the neighborhood kids would go inside for about an hour but after that one hour the streets would be filled with kids well at least the block I lived on anyway my mom always encouraged me to play outside but not leave the block; children would walk their dogs, ride bikes, play street hockey, skate, swim in yard, and so much more. Today think back there were a lot of white and black families in the neighborhood. I remember one day I wanted to play with my next door neighbor but she was not allowed to come outside because of Passover. Being Catholic and seven years old I didn’t know what it meant I just remember being mad she couldn’t play with me. It makes me kind of sad thinking about this because today you may see a kid here or there around the neighborhood but they are walking and texting and are engulfed in their cellphones and technology.
When I think back to the days when I was a child, I think about all of my wonderful childhood memories. Often I wish to go back, back to that point in life when everything seemed simpler. Sometimes I think about it too much, knowing I cannot return. Yet there is still one place I can count on to take me back to that state of mind, my grandparent’s house and the land I love so much.
Looking back on a childhood filled with events and memories, I find it rather difficult to pick on that leaves me with the fabled “warm and fuzzy feelings.” As the daughter of an Air Force Major, I had the pleasure of traveling across America in many moving trips. I have visited the monstrous trees of the Sequoia National Forest, stood on the edge of the Grande Canyon and have jumped on the beds at Caesar’s Palace in Lake Tahoe. However, I have discovered that when reflecting on my childhood, it is not the trips that come to mind, instead there are details from everyday doings; a deck of cards, a silver bank or an ice cream flavor.
The air is really fresh, and the wind is comfortable. Grandma usually opened the window during the daytime; I still remembered that feeling when the sunshine came in house and scatter. I walking among those numerous grand trees and admire colored leaves on the trees and on the ground. I miss that feeling of calmness and stability of the world around. I wish I could return the reality of those feelings once more. Memories in mind and never forget about happiness of staying in my grandmother’s house. Grandparent’s time-honored gift to their grandchildren is their unconditional love, unfettered by schedules, routines or commitments. They reinforced their grandchildren’s sense of security and self-value.
I strongly believe that everyone’s childhood is reflected in their adulthood. Wearing the same dress every day for a year and being born a stubborn child has molded me into the young woman I am today. Talking a lot and taking in what I learn has helped to develop strong opinions and morals that help me in making decisions every day. I am proud of who I am and where I come from.