MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES Oh no! I shouted at the top of my voice‚ please don’t break down my grandparents’ house I had just returned from New York to Trinidad with my parents. I left Trinidad when I was six years old. I grew up in couva with my grandparents‚ where I had many friends living in there in the same villag.e I walked through the street where my friends and I once played jump rope. The sight of the many old-fashioned houses caught my attention. I stop as I started at one house
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very hard. Normally I would just shut my eyes back and spend the whole day sleeping. But not this time. I looked out the window momentarily and stared into the open space‚ then curled back to bed. I shifted towards the ceiling‚ paused‚ and before I knew it‚ found myself gazing intently at it‚ wallowing in deep thoughts. The rain always does that to me. It leaves me feeling nostalgic. When it rains bits of images play inside my mind non-stop. My fondest memory would have to be that one evening it
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When early childhood’s happy days In memory I see once more Along the lovely verdant shore That meets a gently murmuring sea. When I recall the whisper soft Of zephyrs dancing on my brow With cooling sweetness‚ even now New luscious life is born in me. When I behold the lily white That sways to do the wind’s command‚ While gently sleeping on the sand The stormy water rests awhile; When from the flowers there softly breathes A bouquet of ravishingly sweet‚ Out-poured the newborn dawn to meet‚ As
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remember it well… It was a fabulous February day. I took a glance at the clock on my bedside table and I saw it was only 6:30am‚ just as I realized the time I realized with a shock that it was also the day of the Co. Clare horse and pony show‚ my first show ever. I looked to my door to see my beige jodhpurs‚ cream shirt and my brand new tweed jacket hanging there. Just as I was admiring them the phone interrupted my thoughts with its urgent ring‚ and that’s where it all started. I ran downstairs
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Everyone have a childhood memories in their life and are special for everyone. I was born and brought up in a happy family and Alhamdulillah about that. I want to share to all my readers about my childhood memories in Ramadhan. Every time when Ramadhan came the first thing that will come to my mind is Hari Raya. I feel very excited to celebrate Hari Raya. There are a lot of memories in Ramadhan still fresh in my mind among these is walk around the village while holding the lantern after breaking
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My Memory One memory stands out from all others when I think of the past. It is the memory of the time when I went to Disney World with my grandparents when I was eleven. It all started near the end of elementary school when my grandparents popped the topic of going to Florida. We would even journey to Disney World and go to all four parks. I was ecstatic at the time and as always‚ the sky above the elementary was bright and blue. By the time of the departure‚ the last day of school‚ the sky burned
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My Food Memory When I was young‚ I stay together with my fraternal grandfather‚ grandmother‚ family and aunties. Often my mother and grandmother will be the homemaker‚ taking care of me and doing the chores at home. Being a traditional Asian family and not very well to do then. Most dinner we had it at home and prepared by my grandmother and mother. Then my favorite past time was to catch variety show and dramas on television. As the dining table have limited amount of seats‚ not everyone ate
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English 101 23 January 2013 High School Memories My best experience was graduating high school. Starting high school was a whole new phase in my life. High School made my whole life changed around and made me realize it’s time to grow up. I met many new people and many new friends. I enjoyed going to school dances with a group of my friends. During my years of high school‚ I changed from a charter school to a catholic school. I have many memories from my high school years. The high school I
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Memories of my Childhood Days My first recollection of my childhood is the day I down the stairs when I was three years old. I was so happy that time I cried and cried for nearly an hour in spite of my parents’ attempts at comforting me. Finally‚ I quietened down when I was given ice- cream and chocolates. Luckily‚ I was not hurt because the stairs is not to steep. My days were happy ones before I started going to school‚ as I had good neighbours to play with me.I was playing from morning
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childhood‚ we press our nose to the pane‚ looking out. In memories of childhood‚ we press our nose to the pane‚ looking in.” -Robert Brault. The experiences in our childhood are filled with both extreme joy and unbearable sadness. Much like a potter molds clay our experiences mold us for the better and erstwhile for the worst. I have two memories of my early life that stick out most to me. My first memory I want to share is of fracturing my arm. I was eight when this transpired. I went to a day
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