My Memory Box My mom, who often shares wisdoms, has told my brothers and me, “Sometimes you don’t understand the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” (Cook) Having a box in my room that contains hundreds of pictures, I realize the true significance of that quote. This otherwise boring, gray, plastic box holds special memories from the day I was born until now. If I were to give this box to a stranger, it would be meaningless to them. But when I look in the box I see the story of my life unfold. Each single picture means something different to me, but the four most important pictures capture moments in my life that are very significant and are now memories that are fading away slowly. These four pictures tell the story of my
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Big, warm, happy smiles take over the faces of your parents, they are now overjoyed that they get to have you out in the world with them. However, my hospital picture is different than most normal peoples. November 28th, 1996 it was Thanksgiving Day, the day I came into this world screaming, all of the family anxiously waiting in the waiting room. The family was all there and they didn’t leave anyone out of the pictures. What was the strangest to me was that the people that I call mom and dad weren’t in the delivery room, but they were sitting in the waiting room and my mother didn’t look the slightest bit pregnant. When I look at the picture of the first time I was held there is a strange dark headed man standing next to whom I know as my aunt misty, they are my biological parents. As soon as I was old enough to understand the pictures my parents explained to me that I was adopted. My adopted dad and my biological mother are actually brother and sister. My biological mother was 17 years old when she had me, she wasn’t ready for a child at all. My adopted parents had no children of their own when I was born and since misty never took care of me I was always with my aunt and uncle, who I now know as my adopted parents. Seeing this picture reminds me of how lucky I am to have such loving parents, …show more content…
The picture of my parents and me standing in front of the administration office of Missouri Western State University on the first floor of Eder hall, with the banner that says “Welcome to Missouri Western,” and the scrolling sign that we timed just perfectly to have my name scrolling across in the picture is a picture I will cherish forever. Choosing a college is never an easy process and a lot of times the student and the parent don’t agree completely on where the student should go. Like a majority of peoples parents, my mom and dad had their own separate opinions on where is should go to college. My mom wanted me to start at a community college, then transfer to a four year university, on the other hand my dad didn’t care one way or another. He wanted me to be happy. The day I visited the Missouri Western campus, in the last few months of my high school career, was the day I decided that I wanted to be a griffon for the next four years of my life. My parents happily went to the college visit with me and stood by my side and supported my
Big, warm, happy smiles take over the faces of your parents, they are now overjoyed that they get to have you out in the world with them. However, my hospital picture is different than most normal peoples. November 28th, 1996 it was Thanksgiving Day, the day I came into this world screaming, all of the family anxiously waiting in the waiting room. The family was all there and they didn’t leave anyone out of the pictures. What was the strangest to me was that the people that I call mom and dad weren’t in the delivery room, but they were sitting in the waiting room and my mother didn’t look the slightest bit pregnant. When I look at the picture of the first time I was held there is a strange dark headed man standing next to whom I know as my aunt misty, they are my biological parents. As soon as I was old enough to understand the pictures my parents explained to me that I was adopted. My adopted dad and my biological mother are actually brother and sister. My biological mother was 17 years old when she had me, she wasn’t ready for a child at all. My adopted parents had no children of their own when I was born and since misty never took care of me I was always with my aunt and uncle, who I now know as my adopted parents. Seeing this picture reminds me of how lucky I am to have such loving parents, …show more content…
The picture of my parents and me standing in front of the administration office of Missouri Western State University on the first floor of Eder hall, with the banner that says “Welcome to Missouri Western,” and the scrolling sign that we timed just perfectly to have my name scrolling across in the picture is a picture I will cherish forever. Choosing a college is never an easy process and a lot of times the student and the parent don’t agree completely on where the student should go. Like a majority of peoples parents, my mom and dad had their own separate opinions on where is should go to college. My mom wanted me to start at a community college, then transfer to a four year university, on the other hand my dad didn’t care one way or another. He wanted me to be happy. The day I visited the Missouri Western campus, in the last few months of my high school career, was the day I decided that I wanted to be a griffon for the next four years of my life. My parents happily went to the college visit with me and stood by my side and supported my