Personal Narrative: Childhood Memories Of Elementary School

Elementary School Elementary school was kindergarten through fourth grade and there is very little I remember. I don’t remember going home and reading to my grandparents or playing with anyone at recess or biting my nails when I was made to talk in front of my classmates, but I know I did. There are pictures of elementary school me with big smiles and bitten down nails.
There’s this memory I have of writing my name in cursive and being told, rather harshly, that I was not to do that again because we were not being taught that. I remember biting my and nodding and struggling to remember cursive letters in later years. But I also remember a classmate cutting my finger so bad it was barely hanging on and then going back to class just fine with a band aid on. I don’t know if either is a real memory, but the more I think about it the more I realize that I don’t write in cursive and my finger is doesn’t really matter. I don’t have vivid memories of happiness or sadness, but I know they were both there and sometimes I wish I could go back simply so I could know what was concrete, I don’t think any of my memories are true.

Intermediate School Intermediate school was fifth and sixth grade and I remember more of that period than I do of elementary school. I remember absent day after absent …show more content…
We were all sitting around and telling stories. We were sprouting off “facts” about ourselves and our families and adventures we had gone on and we were all trying to convince each other they were true. One of my classmates said she and her family had gone to watch the Olympics that were held that year in China, that they just didn’t have any pictures because their camera broke. We pretended we thought she was telling the truth, we pretended all of our stories were real. I’d like to find them all again and ask about those stories again, ask if any were true or if they were all lies. I don’t think any were