Narrative Essay On Being A Kid

I honestly really enjoyed being a kid. I would like to believe I had a wonderful childhood, it was always fun and exciting. I remember my childhood almost as if they weren’t mine, as if they are from a movie because they are so vivid and clear. Not sure if it shows I had a fairly good memory or just a great childhood in general. I would like to think both. All those included in my life when I was young are usually in awe when I tell them of the memories I still have. For example, I remember the day my brother was born clearly as if I can almost place myself there. I think I would have been around three years old and maybe 3 months old and I can almost still place myself in some of the memories if I try hard enough. For the most part if I sit …show more content…
There were more than likely more than twelve kids in or around my house each day. Some were neighbors, some were family friends, and some were kids I knew from school. For the most part, since it was my house, I tried to stay away at my best friends’ house who lived a street over. I spent the majority of my time at their house as a kid. I would go over to their house each and every day after school. Most of the time we would stay inside and play video games, like guitar hero and sonic the hedgehog, but there would be times where we would go out and do other things. Such as swimming in their pool, we would ride on their four-wheelers through the woods behind our house, they had tubs of train tracks and legos we would play with sometimes and fill the entire basement up with towers and tracks, we would jump on the trampoline at the neighbor 's house, we would ride bikes a lot, even once packed backpacks like we were going to be just like the adventurers of life and explore the woods behind our house with our trusty steed, max the dog. Basically anything and everything we did it at some point. I believe there were even times where we attempted to build an actual fort inside the woods behind the house and played games like spies at night time when we were all dressed in black from head to toe. It sucks though all of it had to end because it was time to grow up and focus on school and I think maybe they still weren’t on the same level about school and we began to drift apart. Still, though, I will hold and cherish these memories for the rest of my life and I hope with everything inside me I can provide a childhood as great as mine to my children whenever they come