I have learned that the personal possessions that we miss the most, are indeed the ones that we have the most evocative memories with. These items have the most sentimental value to the hearts and lives of ourselves, as well as those close to us. After ensuring that my parents were okay and aware of the fire, I would carefully choose three separate items to save from the fire. The three items that I would choose hold some of the memories that I am most fond of. Not only do these items have a great importance to me, they also have a strong connection and sentimental value to some of my friends and my entire family. These three items include my beautiful family locket, my family’s photo album, and my favorite blanket.
The first thing I would save from a house fire is my precious family necklace. This silver, heart-shaped necklace was passed down to me from my mother. As a part of my grandmother’s wishes, it is tradition that as each of her three daughters start their own families, they create symbols to represent the members of their families. To follow my grandmother 's wishes, we decided that we should use jewelry as a symbol that would represent our delightfully amusing family. We thought that our characters …show more content…
Many people know that some of the best memories are captured in the form of a simple photo. Throughout my life, I have learned that pictures have the ability to tell a tremendously powerful story. This treasurable book has a finished, black, leather cover, and is engraved with a smooth, silver lining that delicately states: “Family is where life begins and love never ends.” Our family photo album contains many of the experiences, good and bad, that we have all endured throughout our wonderful lives. Each page of this album is filled with silky, smooth, plastic page holders that contain three to four clearly defined pictures that capture some of the memories we have made with each other. The first set of these luxurious, picture-perfect memories are of my parents’ elegant wedding. It starts with pictures of my loving mother in her long, princess-like, semi-laced wedding dress. It then goes on to show my father in his formal, black, elegant suit and bow tie. From this moment on, my parents went on to create a graceful family that has grown to make an abundance of delightful memories. The next set of ravishing pictures in our family album includes several pictures of the day I was born. Dressed in my tiny, pastel pink, lace trimmed baby jumper and slippers, I was happily wrapped in my parents’ loving, caring, and sentimental arms. The thought of losing these gentle photos,