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    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. When I heard my parents talking about going to Disney World I was so excited. It was a long trip down to Florida and I could not sit still, because I was so excited

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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

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    memento is a reminder of the past, a keepsake. They come in many shapes and sizes. People save objects for many diverse reasons. In my case, I will forever keep and pass on my keepsake to my children because of the many good and bad memories it evokes from my childhood and about my father. It is a lime green 1976 KX250 dirt bike that my father had given to me as a child to restore and was exactly the same as the one he had bought as a teen. It is all black with a lime green gas tank that says Kawasaki

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    My Childhood Memory It was the fourth grade. I always heard rumors and gossip about a certain teacher. This year, kids said to take any teacher except Mrs. Williams, the oral project teacher. Of course in elementary, we did not have a choice of which teacher to choose. Boy, I was shocked when I glanced at the window that had my schedule. Just by looking at that plain white piece of paper sticking on a safety-glass window, I knew it was going to be a bad year. The old, grouchy, strict, and mean

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    It was a month after my fifteenth birthday when he died. I flew back to South Carolina on an express flight. It was Thanksgiving time, and the planes were packed. I sat uncomfortably in the back of the plane, feeling like a foreigner dressed in my black garb. My grandfather's death was not a shock. I had known he was dying of cancer for almost two years now, but when my grandmother called us and told us he was very close to the end, I still refused to believe it. I had seen him only a year ago on

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    Cold winters, hot summers, pokey gravel, darkness, inconvenient tools and deterioration of the old hotrods. All of this came to an abrupt hault when a father and son's dream became a reality. A place of our own to operate without distractions. A place to bring our thoughts together and mechanically reconstruct cars and repair them within our own limits. This place that my dad and I started building would be known as "The Shop" or a.k.a. "Hopshop." This shop is the last project that my dad started

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    Spruce and maple trees wiz by as I look out the backseat window. Beside me is my twin brother, Tim, and up in the front are my dad and sister of six, Charlotte. Our destination is a mountain in northern Vermont, Camel’s Hump. It’s a long drive, the longest I’ve been on in my short three year life. My dad has decided to introduce nature to his children while they are young. We will climb this mountain this weekend, and many times in the future. My dad will take us up this mountain more than a dozen

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    their grandma's house. Great feasts and family gatherings play a part in everyone's grandmother's home. But when I really think about my grandma's house only one word comes to my mind: fun. A red brick house on top of a small hill is where my memories reside. A slightly curved gravel road led to the front of the house. Eight or nine rose brown apple trees randomly covered the plush green lawn. Down the small hill, muddy brown water trickled down a ditch with cattails surrounding it. One enormous

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    When the topic of childhood memory pops up in a conversation the listeners would think the story teller is telling the truth right? Well, what if I said that the people telling the stories might not even know if they aren’t? When these stories are told most don’t realize the little bit of memory actually involved. So how much or it is true and how much it came from another inaccurate place? Where could something like that come from? Were Jennette Walls’ memories real? Does this affect you or is it

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    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.

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    Childhood Memories

    For most people, being a child was so much better than being an adult; the colors were brighter, the sun was warmer, and each new day came laden with immense possibilities. A lot of adults look back on their childhood with longing and nostalgia. The theme of childhood memories is commonly assigned for high school or college essays. This is because we all have hundreds of memories tucked away in the recesses of our minds that we revisit every now and then.

    Our childhoods consist of thousands of events, but few of us can recall more than a handful of these at best. Some events are permanently engraved in our memories while others are lost in the mists of time. In fact, most people have no memories before the age of 3 or 4. So what happens to the memories you formed as a baby or young toddler? Answer—they are forgotten due to a phenomenon known to science as infantile amnesia.

    Childhood memories are deeply influenced by family and culture, individual experiences, and interests. They often reflect a child’s early skill for remembering things. They can range from the banal to the sublime, from amusing to touching, but most of them are fuzzy and elusive, often inaccurate and sometimes downright fabricated. Research has shown that the clearest childhood memories are those tinged with emotion, and life-changing events in childhood do arouse a great deal of emotion.

    Many childhood memory essays focus on the “firsts”—first day at school, moving into a new neighborhood, birth of a sibling, and so on. Some narrate moving chronicles of bullying and abuse while others pay tribute to people (parents, family members, or friends) who figured significantly in the author’s life. If you’re struggling to get started on your own childhood memory essay, this list of essays on childhood memories will certainly inspire you!

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