The Importance Of Childhood Memory

Remember the first time in your childhood where you finally achieved something on your own? Relying solely on what one may have been previously taught. Using that knowledge to guide you through the obstacles in the way like a navigator uses maps to direct the captain. Thrilled with excitement showing off to maybe your siblings or friends. One might feel a little bit invincible. The days to follow one might walk around with their head a little higher than before. Finally being able to accomplish something on my own was a huge milestone in my life. Every January my family and I would take a weeklong trip to Disneyland in California, this was by far my favorite childhood memory. Finally, I could have my parents all to myself and not have to …show more content…
You could constantly hear the heart-wrenching shrieks of terror from children. Or the crying child who dropped their food or wasn’t allowed to go on the big rides. I never went on the big rides that my older brother and dad went on because they were way too gigantic for me. I would often have to take the hard ridicule of name calling from my little brothers. Often calling me “Scaredy cat”, “Weine”, and other words to get my to ride those rides. However, there was no way to get me on one of those. I enjoyed my time riding the Dumbo planes or the Teacups because the very simple mild rides satisfied me the most. Hearing the laughter of kids finally meeting their Disney heroes always brought joy to the parents. Today I was shocked to figure out Captain Hook is actually a really nice guy he even gave me a pair of real ruby diamonds. One of the best parts of this trip is eating these cinnamon rolled sticks called churros. They would penetrate your nose and you could instantly taste the warm goodness of them. This aroma floated you in like in the movies and instantly you would find hunger in your stomach no matter how much you had eaten during the day. Of course, the very best part of this trip was seeing Buzz Lightyear, my hero. He never could talk to me which puzzled me often and he was always nodding his head and smiling. “Didn’t that hurt his cheeks?” I wondered. I had wandered off because I saw Peter …show more content…
They wore hats and usually had stars on their chest like Woody does. I searched and searched, but it was like searching for a needle in a haystack. I was too short and couldn’t see over these giant people. “How could my parents forget about me?”, “Did they not love me as much as my other brothers?” I began to think to myself. Finally, I found a policeman! I went up to him scared and still crying. “What’s wrong buddy?”, He asked. “I.. I… lost my parents,” I said quivering. He helped calm me down, I was a mess. I would compare it to a girl after a big breakup. “Where did you last see your parents?”, the policeman asked. “I lost them when I went by the Peter Pan and Captain Hook fight”, I said. I then had an epiphany! There was this place where my parents had previously mentioned that we would meet if we were to get lost. It was right in front of Mickey Mouse’s house where we had been the day before. It was finally time for me to do something on my own. I mentioned this news to the policeman and he helped me ventured my way through the crowds of people through the various rides. He had this map of the whole Disney park. I had to direct us to our destination, I thought of myself of the navigator and this policeman as my personal bodyguard. We had quite the journey in front of us. Searching for our meeting place felt like wandering through some vast new land. I had never seen many of these