Personal Narrative on Childhood Memories Essay

One of my most vivid childhood memories was when I was ten years old and my parents did something that we still talk about this day. I can still remember the smell of breakfast as I woke up that morning knowing that it was going to be a long day because we were driving to, rather than just flying South Carolina, to watch my oldest brother graduate. My younger brother turned on the lights so that he could see around the room that we both shared causing me to wake up and not fall back to sleep. As I laid there in my bed smelling bacon and coffee from downstairs I remember thinking that it was way too early for anyone to be awake. It was 8 in the morning and now that I look back on it 8 in the morning is not that bad and I wish I could still wake…

Elementary School Elementary school was kindergarten through fourth grade and there is very little I remember. I don’t remember going home and reading to my grandparents or playing with anyone at recess or biting my nails when I was made to talk in front of my classmates, but I know I did. There are pictures of elementary school me with big smiles and bitten down nails. There’s this memory I have of writing my name in cursive and being told, rather harshly, that I was not to do that again…

I remember the day as if it was yesterday. The year was 1941, and as I sat and tried to eat my breakfast I watched with fear as my mother spoke to my father, her voice trembling, she talked about how Yugoslavia had been invaded by the Axis powers, and was now being split into occupational homes. My father, while trying to hold back tears, was attempting to calm my mother down. I, even only being 16, knew very well what was happening, as I had constantly listened to my parents talk privately…

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…

Being able to write about my early childhood memories of my first interest for computers has allowed me to become a stronger writer. The memories were vivid in my mind, but I had yet to put it all into words. Instead of letting those memories fade, the essay, “Computer Science: My First Spark”, allowed me to elaborate on how I chose my major. Describing this memory was very nostalgic and brought back positive memories. This paper sharpened my skills relating to reflecting on my experiences,…

I was only five years old when it all happened, but the memories are still very alive. Hurricane Katrina struck my beloved city of New Orleans,Louisiana in August of 2005. Many people were left homeless, stranded and in need to help.As I gazed out the window of our little house, the only thing that was visible was the massive rain that was showering down all over the ward. The gusty wind roared like an angry beast. All the trees were toppled over, almost as if they were to shoot out of the…

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…

The earliest memories I have from childhood consist mainly of spending my time in the hospital. I would have to say that I don’t remember when hardship did not find its place in the course of my life. It still continues to shadow over me to this very day but that is what makes me the person that I am and gives me reason to move forward. When I was 5 years old, I watched my brother, Anthony, lose his life to neuroblastoma. Anthony was on this earth for a very short period of time but while he…

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…

family, reading The Berenstain Bears was one of my first memories of learning to read. She would slowly read word-for-word and demonstration what she was reading, and of course show each picture she came across. Once she finished reading to us, now we sit at our color orientated tables learning the alphabet and numbers. Singing our, a, b, c 's, and our one, two, threes, while subtle music plays in the background. Those memories are some of the first I have of learning to read and write. …