My fondest childhood memory out of many would probably be Christmas eve night at my Aunt Vicky's house. She lived on a quiet street in Wall, and surrounding her house were several others that resembled hers. Her neighborhood was the one you went to on Halloween because you knew you would leave with big candy bars. Through the eyes of a child, her house looked like a mansion. When you walked inside, you could smell all the food cooking, you could hear everyone talking, laughing, and sharing things to one other. You could see all the decorations, it was truly Christmas.
She had the stairs that have two sides on them and when you got upstairs, you could overlook the foyer, or the living room. Her ceilings were enormous so in her living room stood at least a 12 foot Christmas tree, decorated with the most beautiful lights and ornaments. Underneath the tree lay countless amounts of presents for everyone in the house that night.
For dinner, there was so much food you could feed an army. Still to this day, everyone in my family cooks that way. Even though my Aunt Vicky was hosting and probably did not need more food, everyone brought at least one item. The dinner table was a long rectangle where one person sat at the head of each side, and the rest on the long sides. My grandfather always sat at one head and my Aunt on the other. The table was filled with so much stuff, being a child and picky nonetheless I barely ate anything besides the stuffed artichokes, and they are still one of my favorites. .
After dinner it was tradition that all the men in the family cleaned the dishes and the table while the women got to relax, of course that didn't always happen. After everything was cleaned up, they would prepare for dessert, it was served after the best part of the evening, opening our gifts. We didn't have just one Santa, we had two. My Uncle Tony and Uncle Jack would dress up in Santa suits and sit in a giant chair.
It is the setting of most of my fondest childhood memories. ... My dad also built a playhouse for me. ... Even today I am adding memories to my "patria". ... Even though the playhouse and the deck are both gone I will have them in my memory for the rest of my life. My backyard is the source of almost all of my childhood memories. ...
My entire childhood was spent there. ... I was four years old and my dad was holding my hand leading me into the glossy blue water. ... One of the fondest memories I have about falling in love with the beach was when my dad first showed me how to surf. ... Even today that smell still gets to me and brings back all the great memories of my childhood. ... Nowadays, it doesn't matter what beach I am at, it always brings me back to my childhood memories. ...
My greatest cause was to achieve the vote for women, and if I do say so, I have been rather successful in my plight. ... With my lead, my women and my supporters united to fight for full and equal voting rights. ... My fondest memories of the era of my life lie on the day I approached the House of Commons to see Prime Minister Asquith and protest against the dropping of the Conciliation Bill, which would have given women the vote. ... I also led a very pleasant childhood. ... My earliest memory is of a speech I heard by her Elizabeth Cady Stanton. ...
I started in the same general way that others do, mom and dad reading to me throughout my childhood and learning my ABC's with those little annoying books that had the lines with every letter on a different lines. Some of my fondest memories are sitting on my bed watching my mom and dad make fools of their selves trying to act out "Where the Wild Things are ". ... These memories made reading and writing so much fun until I hit my 5th grade year. ... This not only affected my writing but also my reading too. ... This was my way for finding my passion for reading and writing it was more tha...
I will begin with and introduction to my subject's life story and then continue on with the analyses of my oral history interview transcript. My dad's full name is Mr Mohamed Ali Ibrahim. ... At the period of my fathers birth Italy ruled Eritrea and throughout his childhood there were soldiers patrolling the villages. ... He would always indicate to me the closeness of the people and unlike Western countries, back in Eritrea there's always an enjoyable atmosphere when people gather around and his fondest memories are often when the family sat together. Throughout his child...
My fondest memories as a child were times at my grandparents. ... The best time in my life was my childhood. ... I performed my daily chores around my mom and dad's house afterwards I played outside just like all the kids in my neighborhood. ... We would also play a memory game called concentration. ... I kept my chosen habit hidden from my parents and grandparents. ...
With the recent loss of my grandmother, this has become an incredible realization for me. ... My fondest memories of her could only be found in my early childhood. ... Did my grandmother have a "good" death? ... During my grandmother's funeral, the preacher recounted many events from her life. ... Considering that my grandmother's accomplishments easily outnumber my accomplishments, it is understandable why her death is more acceptable than my own. ...
During his service in army, he worked on his very first writings autobiographical story called Childhood. In it, he wrote about his fondest childhood memories. ... He described this moment in Memoirs of a Madman: "An explosion inside me caused me unspeakable terror...something inexpressible was shattering my spirit yet not completely: ...something tearing me apart without tearing me apart. ... He miserably feels unhappy and recalls his old memories, children, wife and all the twenty-six years of his prison. ...
