Storyland was always closed in December. We drove by my favorite summertime childhood experience, and I watched as we sped by, wondering why I couldn't hear about Mother Gooses children. "Storyland is closed now, honey," my mom said as she glanced in my fathers direction. He seemed to hide behind the steering wheel, almost ashamed of telling me where I thought we were going. But I know that deep down, he was satisfied that for at least the rest of the day, I wouldnt ask him about Christmas.
It was Christmas Day 2009 when I was told my life was about to change forever. My mum and dad informed me that after eight years they where going to have another baby, and it would be arriving on my birthday the 16th of August. For the next eight months my life would be a blur with endless talk of babies, names and nappies but my only wish was that it wouldn’t come on my birthday. To every ones relief the baby arrived on the 17th of August 2010 it was a girl, I was officially a big brother. The first time I held my little sister she felt like a fragile china doll in my arms, so delicate and dainty.
Later on, my grandparents tell different exciting stories about their own experiences in childhood. Nowadays, I feel strongly that Christmas has lost all meaning due to commercials and the materialistic nature of society. Harrods launched their Christmas range 138 days before the... ... middle of paper ... ... sadder in this world to awake on Christmas morning and not be a child. “ Christmas is not just a children- friendly festival but it is for adults too. For them, Christmas is a time to win back the illusion of their childhood days.
I was probably thinking that I had no mom. I’m guessing the reason why I thought like that is my grandmother brought me up after the first birthday. According to my mom, I had sometimes visited my parents’ home, but suddenly I said I wouldn’t go back to my grandma’s house when I was four years old. Mom needed grandma’s helps more, but grandma left me behind and I started to live with my family again. I think that moment was the moment that I realized the woman who visited me two or three times a week was my mom.
My mom's best friend was our next door neighbor. My mom's best friend called my mom to her house to have some private conversation. When my mom left, I got too excited because that time I was suppose to study at home and finish all my homework before the bedtime, even though Friday meant no school. Usually that does not always stay the same when my mom is at home. My private teacher lived right next to our house.
November 6, 1998. Already Friday and the only thought that comes thru my mind is “two days left”. Most days I would look forward to the weekend, but not today. I am being taken away from the place I have called home for the last 13 years of my life, to live once again with mom and dad. I don’t know them anymore; I don’t even remember how they look.
My sister and I lived with our mother would visit our father two weekends a month and over summer vacation the situation was reversed. As we grew older, our enthusiasm towards those visits with our father waned because, after all, all of our friends were in our neighborhood. We frequently missed friends' birthday parties to visit him. Inevitably however, we always had a great time and were sad when our visits were over and yet happy to come home. I'd be lying if I said that I never wished that they would get back together and that there were never any times I couldn't wait to show my father what I'd done in art class or a great math test I was particularly proud of.
Then on Halloween Shane usually dresses up but this year he didn’t because he didn’t want to go trick or treating with out his best friend. Shane’s senior year of high school he got a girlfriend named Sarah they loved each other so much that when she moved he went to see her every day. When they turned twenty five they got married and had and baby girl named Claire they moved to New York when Shane got transferred to work as a stockbroker. Sarah got a job as a teacher at the local school helping out with juvenile delinquents trying get them back on track on getting there grades up and keeping them out of trouble.
Thanksgiving is an important public holiday, celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November, Setting aside time to give thanks for one 's blessing. Even though during this blissful day you are very busy greeting, eating, and socializing with family, everyone has that one favorite moment during the day that they love and will cherish for the rest of their lives. For me thanksgivings are always very monumental, especially last years’ thanksgiving which was my first thanksgiving dinner with my great grandmother. I remember it like it was yesterday; it was November 25th, 2015, Thursday morning. Waking up , all I saw was my mother in the kitchen getting the delectable Dressing ready; while, my uncle was gathering the deep fryer and grease to prepare
The weather was gloomy, the sky was filled with dark cumulus clouds.When we pulled up to my Aunt’s house, the adults were organized into a small circle. My uncles were supporting my grandma, however, I thought nothing of it. My parents had told me to go inside because they had a matter to attend to. I went inside to hang out with my cousins. I saw them a couple days before, but the feeling of happiness never subsides when I see them.