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Childhood Memories
Childhood Memories
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My Childhood Memory
I remember it like yesterday. We were all waiting patiently for my father to come home from the race track. He promised me and my sister that if he won, he would take us all to Rye Playland. The minutes felt like hours. It was the longest hour of my life. Then finally we heard the car door shut. Me and my sister ran to the front door anxiously waiting for the news. He opened the door and walked in. We tried to read the expression on his face but of course he was looking down while taking his sneakers off. The suspense was killing us. Then he looked up. No words were spoken between us and our father. He just gave us a blank stare. I didn't know what to think. I was scared to ask because I was so worried of the response. It was that moment when he said to us, "Well kids, pick out what your going to wear to Rye playland this weekend." Excitement just jumped through out my whole body. We both ran over and gave him the biggest hug and ran upstairs to pick out what we were going to bring with us. I was so excited for the next two days, I probably only got about 4 hours sleep. Then the day finally came. It was Saturday.
It was the only time in my life I was happy to hear the alarm clock go off. Of course I was already awake for two hours before it actually went off, but I waited anyway. I jumped out of...
My brother and I had our own rooms at the time. He was eight and I was eleven. We live in a cozy three bedrooms house. One day our parents asked us to come into the living room. There were two bags on the couch and they told us to see what’s inside. Inside were delicious jelly beans and a black shirt. I unfolded the shirt and in big blue letters it said Big Brother. Then my brother unfolded his and it said the same thing. We both stared at our mom and realized she was pregnant. We were so excited, and later we find out it’s a boy. Our parents also told us that we would have to share a room, and we were fine with that.
It was valentines day, my mother bought me and my older brother T.J stuffed animals. She bought me a hige fluffy green frog with an attached heart and she bought him a flat brown dog with a bow,and big eyes. He never cared anything about his stuffed animal so he stole mine. He would intentionally come in my room and grab it just because he wanted me to chase him. he loved to be chased. It would put the biggest smile on his face, a smile I forever wish to see again. Its such a simple memory but it makes me realise that we should never take anything for granted because i always thought i would have my brother around and then a couple months later a tragedu occured resulting in the death of my older brotherr Terry Ray Hill Jr.
I arrive home around 11:00 p.m. to a sleeping wife and child. I walked into my daughter Emily’s nursery to give her a kiss goodnight. I leaned in and placed my lips on her forehead as she lightly opened her eyes. I rubbed her back and sang softly to put her back to sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! The alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning. Ana could barley open her eyes, she was up all night over thinking about the competition. It was spring break and she was all ready settled on waking up in the afternoon everyday. She knew she had to get up right away, she was not going to have enough time to get all of her make-up done. She got up right away and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking that would make her wake up a little.
That night I couldn't go to sleep.Every inch of me was wide awake and full of excitement.Holding onto every sign of morning I drifted off.Before I knew I was
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm went off in a crazy rage trying to wake me up for my regular day of hunting. After I turned off the raging alarm I got my hunting clothes on and grab my 30-30 and waited for my step dad to get ready. By the time my stepdad got ready it was about 5:30 we were a little late but we’ll make it to the old place on time.
Some mothers might disapprove of their child scribbling on the walls of their room. Other mothers, like my own, learn to eventually give in and buy washable writing utensils for their little ones. I was always the rambunctious, creative child of the family. Growing up with a “goody-good” older sister, my behavior was a bit of a surprise for my parents. My older sister, Jenny, was the golden child who would impress anyone who simply heard her speak. She excelled all her classes throughout elementary school and high school. My talents, on the other hand, consisted of drawing, arts and crafts, and making layouts for the yearbook and newspaper club.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
My morning always begins around seven o'clock when I am awakened by a sweet, gentle, little voice calling . . . "DADDY, I GO F'RIDE!" This is followed by a dainty smack of tiny lips on my cheek, then another smack of Mom's lips on my lips. A few minutes later, the front door slams shut and I slip back into a slumber. The next thing I hear (a few hours later) is the bloodcurdling, screaming caw of a pterodactyl about to swoop down and pluck me right out of my bed. Actually, it's only my alarm clock. I don't dare hit the snooze button, as I do not even want to hear that again.
What are the places you remember fondly from childhood? Places I remember fondly from childhood are my camp, the West Virginia State Fair, and my aunt’s sandwich shop. My bivouac was one of my favorites because The surrounding nature engulfed it and had trails that led to enchanting places that I could ride off road. Another place I enjoyed to go was the West Virginia State Fair, my whole family made a trip there together. Finally, my third favorite place was my aunt’s sandwich shop in Clinton, Tennessee.
I remember it as clear as day. It had been a fairly normal week, and a routine average day. It was a Friday and I was driving home from school in my trusty Toyota Tercel. I was getting into the dreaded mental set of the game that I would be playing in that night. I had to play in the band at halftime and it was the first performance of the season. The whole ride to my house I thought about the game and hoped and prayed that we wouldn't make huge fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, I was already home. I remember thinking that it felt like the shortest drive ever, getting to beautiful Rolling Oaks. When I got home, little did I know, that there would be a huge surprise waiting for me that would change my life forever.
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.
Some of my best childhood memories took place when I was around eight or nine years old. My family lived on a ranch near a little town named Laverne, in the pan handle of Oklahoma. This was a very rural area that consisted of miles of dirt roads, several large farms, and considerable distances between neighbors. I didn’t watch very much TV or have a computer or video games. Instead, I spent my time playing outside or riding my horse, Cowgirl Cutie. I don’t know how I managed to not worry my parents to death because I would saddle my horse and ride to all my favorite places and didn’t get back home until the sun was setting.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were