Essay About Childhood Memories

What do your memories mean to you? Do you think about past events from your childhood and notice how they’ve impacted you? For me, memory means more than just a simple escape from your reality. Memory shows me how much I’ve grown as a person from my past. Memory reminds me that I’ve lived. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world, to have lived and to be able to remanence on living. When I think back to the many childhood memories I have, there is one in particular that seems to never fade. I remember being about the age of 7, my Uncle had just passed away. My family and I had to drive to Florida for the funeral. I specifically remember the morning of the funeral. Our hotel room was quiet, the smell of cleaners and air fresheners filled

I could feel how my mother and father were fighting back tears each time my uncle crossed their mind. How my brothers felt sad, but also uneasy because they weren’t sure how to comfort our parents, and how I just felt neutral. We walked into the funeral home and the smell of musky cologne and perfume overwhelmed me like it was taking place of the oxygen in the air. The lights were dim and I could see tears rolling down people’s faces, warm embraces, and others sharing memories of good times with my uncle. The room was filled with a mix of every emotion you could possibly imagine. I remember walking up to the casket and looking down at this man that used to be so outspoken, and full of life, who was now silent with no more life. It hurt to see someone I loved lay there lifeless, but I didn’t cry. My mom held my hand a little tighter when she looked and then wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her love and sadness so strongly in that moment, and I wanted so badly to take her pain away. I wanted to fix it. Even though I was sad, I was more focused on what I could do to

It made me realize that everything that has happened since then has never broken me down. I’ve lost loved ones, had heartbreaks, endured many hardships but never truly been torn down. I can take a lot of pain, I can not only hold my own emotion in but I can hold others as well. I believe there are specific things that could have the potential to break me for a period of time, but never permanently. Looking back to my uncles’ funeral I always notice the ability I already had at age seven to handle things. I realized that although the things I deal with throughout my career will be sad, and sometimes tough I will be able to handle whatever comes my