is technology ruining society

Memory Lane
Childhood is a funny thing really; you don’t remember most of it. I remember so little; some remember when they first learnt how to spell their name, not me. They are unpredictable, you can’t be like ‘oh this is going to be a memory I am going to remember’, and it’s not like that. I always wanted to grow up so I could explore the world and now all I want to do is worry about if my friend down the road is coming out. If someone was to say this is your childhood watch it, I wouldn’t recognise much, it would be like watching a movie for the first time.
The only happy and cheerful memory of my childhood is this one. When I was little our main holidays where in Skegness. We would take our grandparents caravan as it was a caravan site, it was brilliant. It was the most exciting thing in my childhood. It would be me, my sister, my mum, my grandparents and my auntie Karen. My mum would drive in a separate car from me, my sister and grandparent’s. My sister and I would, play eye spy but I would cheat and change it every time she guessed correctly. I vaguely remember that my sister and I had been given bikes for that holiday. We had climbed up amount of sand, which when I was riding down I fell of my bike. My sister was nearly in tears because she was laughing that much, but I was in tears, they flooded from my eyes pouring down my face until they dropped off the end. My grandpa wasn’t too happy as it had just put new clothes on including my trendy new ‘reeboks’. He had to hose my bike down and wash all my clothes including my shoes. He was extremely angry with me for a full night and wouldn’t talk to me. The days where never boring whether it was going to the sea side to build sand castles, to see who could create the biggest one or to the local market to get a notepad and coloured pens to keep us occupied. The days zoomed into the night; the days had only felt like two hours. Before I knew it I was showering and changing into my outfit I had picked hours before. We would either go to the hall that held the loudest music I heard at a young age if not dancing along to ‘Our House’ we would be at an arcade using all of our 2 pence’s’ and by night; I mean five o’clock. Rainy days where exciting and fun as well we would either watch the small TV in the corner, which the aerial was always bigger than the TV, or play a card game around the table. Sometimes I would sit and watch the rain droplets on the window, sad childhood, picking one of the two to see who could get to the bottom first. We haven’t visited Skegness since my grandparents passed away, because we don’t think it would be fair.
My Second memory changed my life but I’m not sure if it was for the better or for the worse. Four that’s how old I was when I moved, I hated leaving my friends. I had just started primary school, they have a reception year, and I was enjoying primary. My whole life was packed into a black mini-van. I didn’t know why I was moving but I didn’t like the fact that I was leaving where I was born and raised for four years. We moved from Corby to Strathaven, I didn’t like it that I wouldn’t know anyone and I would be the new kid. When I moved up, I had to go back to nursery which was a let-down. I didn’t talk to my mum for a while but I soon forgave her as I met new great friends. I didn’t like it here for a while I preferred England and being in a 5 minute walk to my dad’s house, now it’s more like a 5 hour drive. I don’t like that I wish I could call my dad and be like I am coming over, I hate being that far away from my dad. I often wonder what it would be like if I was still in England and had the friends I used to have. I wonder if I would have a little brother and sister. I am glad as well as I have met new people and made great friends.
This one scared me a lot. When I was eight my little brother fell out of the back door. I hated the feeling it gave me my stomach felt like it was going to fall out, he was quiet for a while and I thought he had died, which is bad to think. I was so scared for him, my mum reassured me telling me he would be fine and I shouldn’t worry, but I still worried until he came home with a big plaster covering my tiny forehead but he just laughed it off. After that he was given the whole attention, even though he had fallen out the door on to the cement floor I still had to tell my mum about the certificate I had been given which a flecks of blood on it. This shows that I actually love my brother even though I don’t show it. When he falls I still do have a mini heart attack, but that doesn’t stop me from fighting with him.
This essay shows that childhood memories are weird things. You’re never going to remember them all and if you do I want to know how you remember them. Memories don’t have to be as exciting as jumping off a cliff into the deep blue ocean; it could be a time you went on a walk and found something you thought was amazing. Your childhood could be boring, but you could easily bring it alive. If I was a four year old girl again I would tell myself not to be as excited about being a teenager.