Childhood Memories Dad said, "We're going for a ride on the bus." "Ride to where," I thought excitedly. I remember waiting in the bus station; people going about their business. The bus we got on was huge, with room for at least a hundred people, with plenty of room. It was a cold, windy evening. I sat at the front so I could see out of the window. Bright lights were heading towards us. It seemed as though we had been travelling for hours. The bus stopped a few times to pick people up, on the way. A man got on and sat down near to us. "Hello, young'un," he said. I was too frightened to answer; he was tall and wore a flat cap and an overcoat. Dad said, "Don't worry son, this is your uncle Roger. He's an old mate of mine." Uncle Roger. "I didn't know I had an Uncle Roger." To me, he could have been the man in the moon. They seemed to talk forever, probably about old times. "We're nearly there," said Dad. There was a sign ahead: "Welcome to Cumbria." I've never heard of the place. When the bus stopped we all got off. We headed towards this big spooky looking house at the end of the road; it wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie. A sign in the window said: "Welcome to Latrigg house, vacancies." Dad rang the bell. It seemed as though no one was home, when suddenly the door opened. There was an old lady standing there. "Hello Bill, what brings you to Keswick?" she said. Bill is my Dad. "I thought I would treat the bairn to a ride out, so here we are." "Come in, before you catch cold," she said. Once inside the old lady said, "Come here and give me a big hug." I looked up at my Dad, confused, I thought to mys... ... middle of paper ... ...I heard a voice; "There's nothing in there for you." It was my Nana, back from the shop. I started crying. "I was only looking, I saw you go in there last night but didn't see you come out." I'd only known my Nana for five minutes and already getting told off. "Don't cry, I'll show you what's inside." She put the light on and to my surprise there was a huge bed and a wardrobe. We've barely got any room under our stairs at home. As time went by, Dad said. "Well son, we'll have to go and catch the bus home." Nana came to see us off; she gave us both a kiss. "Don't forget where I live." She said. I only saw my Nana a few times after that she died in June 1978. When I visit Keswick now, I make a point of going to see my Nanas house. It feels strange seeing the house knowing that my Nana isn't there anymore.
Where my Aunt lives with her six kids and a small Korean family. I remember my
I wanted to go to him and ask him what was wrong, but I didn’t dare…But then I couldn’t stand it anymore and I got up and ran down the hall to the kitchen. There, in the middle of the room, wearing his Goodyear jacket and work clothes was my father. He was on his hands and knees, his head hanging as though it were too heavy to support, and he was rocking back and forth and babbling in a rhythmical stutter. It’s funny, but the first thing I thought when I saw him like that was the way he used to let me ride on his back, when I was little, bucking and neighing like a horse. And as soon as I thought it, I felt my heart lurch in my chest.
Me: Dad, the park is about five minutes away and you don’t drive. So, how do you get to the park?
Clybourne Park believing, rightly or wrongly, as I say, that for the happiness of all concerned that
city for a while and then we went to Jen's place where we were staying. There
There is a certain difficulty in dealing with charges of sexual assault involving a child. Things to take into account when preparing a case for a trial would be the reliability of the witnesses, the conditions of the defendant as well as the victim, and the approach in attempting to defend against accusations of sexual abuse. As this specific case is dealing with sexual assault of a minor, who are easily persuaded for even the most insignificant rewards, there is a possibility that the minor have been prepared by the prosecution to lie in court. In addition, the minor might be provoked by their parental figure to accuse the defendant in order to get rid of the person, or even just to make money off the accused. When approaching such a case, the following measures should be taken: disprove the prosecutions statements, and make it seem like the witness is untrustworthy by breaking apart their testimony. As long as the course of tackling the case is taken cautiously, it becomes quite easy to receive an acquittal on the litigant.
“Experiences of young adults, having a parent with a mental illness” as the topic suggests deals majorly with the experiences that these adults had as children which in turn helped them pave their adult life.
“Dad, what the heck was that for!” I asked. I was really bummed that he did that because I actually had fallen asleep.
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.
killing Wellington. when we reach the airport we took a cab to out beach house it was a house
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
was trying to get used to a state that I had never been too. I walked home and
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.
Margam Park with my father. I must have been around the ages of two or
At its fundamental level, adulthood is simply the end of childhood, and the two stages are, by all accounts, drastically different. In the major works of poetry by William Blake and William Wordsworth, the dynamic between these two phases of life is analyzed and articulated. In both Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience and many of Wordsworth’s works, childhood is portrayed as a superior state of mental capacity and freedom. The two poets echo one another in asserting that the individual’s progression into adulthood diminishes this childhood voice. In essence, both poets demonstrate an adoration for the vision possessed by a child, and an aversion to the mental state of adulthood. Although both Blake and Wordsworth show childhood as a state of greater innocence and spiritual vision, their view of its relationship with adulthood differs - Blake believes that childhood is crushed by adulthood, whereas Wordsworth sees childhood living on within the adult.