Middle School Memory Research Paper

1. (picture from camp out in middle school)
The summer following my sixth grade year was full of kick the can, capture the flag, ghost in the graveyard, and many more games played with the neighborhood kids. Some games got out of hand at times. As I tried to tag Conner to stop him from scoring in our little game of capture the ball, I seemed to forget I had a tree in the middle of my yard and I ran straight into it. Once during a competition of “America’s Got Talent” Logan mooned all of us, leaving us girls petrified. Then one hot summer night I was running the bases as we continued our game of whiffle ball while Trenton started to pee in the open onto our homemade bases made of rocks... he didn’t receive chocolate chip cookies with the rest of us that night. Out of all our eventful times the one I treasure most is when we set up our own little camp site. We found two tents and connected them both in my backyard. We slept outside, one tent for the boys and one for the girls. Eventually the boys got scared by a gunshot we heard in the distance so they joined us but were kept at a distance by my mother who kept an eye on us that night. Long games of truth or dare were
Time McGraw was an artist dad seemed to listen to quite often, and a favorite song of mine was “I Like it I Love it”. I sang my tiny 3-year-old heart out in the car or in the kitchen quoting this song, “I like it, I love it, I want some more of it”. I didn’t have the slightest clue of what the other lyrics were or what they meant but I sure did have a great time dancing with daddy to them. I loved to place my little toes on his shoes while he took my small fragile hands and spun us around the room. Hearing this song brings me back to memories of living in California, or special times with daddy, things I hold close to my heart and smile at every time they cross my