Reminiscing on the memories I hold dear of my family, tends to make me feel downhearted. It seemed that the days went faster than anticipated. All the moments my family and I shared have made me realize how much I miss the “good old days.” As I have developed loving relationships and lasting memories, I want to make sure that my children forge the same impressions. Just like I learned to work as a family and uphold tradition, I would only hope to do the same for the next generation.
A vivid memory of mine is a time when all of my family would sit outside bundled up by the campfire telling stories in the cold night, as the moon was shining bright above us. I valued sitting back, relaxed listening to my family tell their stories while hearing …show more content…
My siblings and I use to go down to this creek that was cold as ice. We would swim and listen to our parents tell us old myths of Big Foot that lived and meandered around at this creek. He would stalk the area and snatch you while swimming under the water. I despised going down to the creek because we saw a man eerily similar to big foot going in the water and all I can remember is my sister screaming to high heavens back to the house. When we told our parents about our encounter with big foot, our parents looked at each other with silence then stated: “Did you get pictures?” and moments later I could hear them laughing as they were walking away. To this day my parents ask me if I have seen Big Foot. Though it may seem lighthearted to remember, these memories are ones I’ll never let go. They’re what make me who I am today, strong like and ox and brave like a …show more content…
All the times we shared came to an end just as the last leaf fluttered to the ground. Today my family is no longer how it used to be. There is no more sitting by a campfire sharing valuable moments, there is no more capture the flag in the cornfields or Big Foot sightings near the creek. As we grow older and life changes so does the family but our memories together stay the same. These memories I’m going to hold onto until they eventually fade away so new ones can be
A vivid memory of mine is a time when all of my family would sit outside bundled up by the campfire telling stories in the cold night, as the moon was shining bright above us. I valued sitting back, relaxed listening to my family tell their stories while hearing …show more content…
My siblings and I use to go down to this creek that was cold as ice. We would swim and listen to our parents tell us old myths of Big Foot that lived and meandered around at this creek. He would stalk the area and snatch you while swimming under the water. I despised going down to the creek because we saw a man eerily similar to big foot going in the water and all I can remember is my sister screaming to high heavens back to the house. When we told our parents about our encounter with big foot, our parents looked at each other with silence then stated: “Did you get pictures?” and moments later I could hear them laughing as they were walking away. To this day my parents ask me if I have seen Big Foot. Though it may seem lighthearted to remember, these memories are ones I’ll never let go. They’re what make me who I am today, strong like and ox and brave like a …show more content…
All the times we shared came to an end just as the last leaf fluttered to the ground. Today my family is no longer how it used to be. There is no more sitting by a campfire sharing valuable moments, there is no more capture the flag in the cornfields or Big Foot sightings near the creek. As we grow older and life changes so does the family but our memories together stay the same. These memories I’m going to hold onto until they eventually fade away so new ones can be