My Memories Of My Childhood Essays

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Growing up in my childhood, I never really made a lot of friends. In my early years of education, I was very sociable, but to my dismay, people just didn’t seem the friendly type. I never really did feel safe in the school district. That being said, there was only one place that I would always go to relax and get the stress of my mind, and that would be my humble abode, my home. Because I walked to school on a regular basis, I always knew where to go, even during the renovations. I mean, I could never miss the area, a light blue house right across the street from a Kraft factory. The front yard had a very large pine tree in the front yard, the bottom half full of life and the top bared to nothing but twigs and death. The front porch was white full of chips and cracks, reminding me of all the shenanigans me and my siblings made as children. Even though the house was worn down from all of the family adventures and mishaps, there was no doubting that the place gave off a vibe of feeling at home. When I first walked into the front door, there was always a feeling of relief. Relieved that I was finally able to relax from all the school stress. The first place I would go into was the dining room and kick off my shoes as the dining room table was usually the place to be when it came to homework, even though I was usually the only person to bring any home, which gave me a feeling of some sort of leadership. The dining room table was usually on the left side of the room when you…

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