My Childhood Memories Essay

My earliest memories of my educational experience were unfortunately not very positive. I am sure that this has a lot to do with the fact that negative experiences are remembered much more strongly than positive ones, but nonetheless these are the main memories I personally recall. My first day of Kindergarten was very hard. I had not been in any form of day care or preschool setting. I had spent all the time before that moment at home with my mother. She was able to stay out of work due to…

were smiles everywhere, from my brother's mischievous grin, to my grandmother's heartwarming smile. I looked around the room at the decorations I had helped my mother put up. Pictures of pumpkins, still up from last Halloween, hung next to Christmas wreathes and holly. In the center of the table sat an overflowing cornucopia, stuffed with wheat, grain, and all sorts of fruit of the earth. As I took in all the warmth and happiness of Thanksgiving, I realized my home during the…

I swung up and slid gently into my saddle as the worn leather creaked slightly as I situated myself on Buttons my mare. The leather felt cool to the touch and the warm Colorado sun shone out of a clean slate of blue that brought out the comforting smell of horse and leather. I breathed in deeply and caught the piney scent of the sage brush which quickly turned to dust in my nose as the horses in the corral churned up the dry, dusty dirt of the mountains. I rode past the weathered wooden barn…

Although I’ve spent years of restless nights wishing I can forget, the terrible memories of my past haunt me to this day. I remember the day everything changed, and my once happy life took a turn into something dark and unimaginably horrific. I can still feel the humid and stale air on my face, as I was crammed shoulder to shoulder with many others into a cattle car. It was a treacherous journey that lasted days. We knew that we arrived at our destination when the tracks ended directly at a…

My earliest memories of reading and writing would have to be before I started Pre-K. Then in first grade I can remember going through the alphabet sounding out each letter. Also in first grade I can remember we had what was called a reading section we did every Friday. I know I have read before that, but that is the earliest memory because it has stuck with me. Before I started kindergarden my mother bought me a chalk board. Every nigt before we would go to bed, she would make me write my full…

happiness in the hearts of thousands of people around the globe. Known as the happiest place on Earth for adults and children alike, taking a vacation to or visiting many of Disney’s parks is a dream for many individuals, my family and I included. Unfortunately for me, my childhood memory of Disney World was less than phenomenal. The day we arrived at Disney World was most certainly a lackluster one. For starters, the weather was absolutely terrible with the air being unbearably hot, humid and…

My childhood house and memories exist in Woodbury, Minnesota. Woodbury is the most cookie cutter suburb in the industrialized world. If Woodbury were a person, she would be similar to the “cool Mom” in Mean Girls. Woodbury is delusional; she believes that she is welcoming. She is actually extremely white. However, to prove that she is welcoming, she clamors for an inordinate amount of attention whenever there is a slight token of color to her complexion. Additionally, Woodbury is materialistic,…

of having to become my own nurturer long before I knew what nurturing was even about left me as an adult child. The memory of the day my mom left is forever etched on the canvas of my mind. It wasn't until the sixth year of my life that I became motherless. One could have described me as a happy child from a traditional family. I had my mom who was just like any ordinary mother and my father as well. We lived in a ordinary house and had a pretty average and ordinary life. My mother worked at…

should write my biographical narrative, the only person that came to my mind at first was my grandmother, Connie Kim. Though I was planning to write her memories of the Korean War, I realized that there would be many stories that would be similar to each other. However, my grandmother has her own unique story: her story of working as a secretary in the Korean government during the 1960s, during Park Chung-hee’s regime. Whenever I meet my grandparents once or twice a year, I am surprised by my…

High school. There are plenty of memories that come to mind when I think back on my high school years and how fun, boring, and sometimes mind boggling it was. I learned so much in these quick yet repetitive 4 years out of my life. I made friends, fell in love, laughed, cried, and did some of the most boring work of my life—But, I have plenty more to share. I felt as though my high school experience wasn’t really as dreadful and hard as I thought it would be. It was more like come to school and…