As I ponder over my life, each memory seems identical to the other, and I find myself drifting through a reality of similar events that generate the same memories and emotions. Looking back further into my childhood includes memories of my homeland. I remember entering a new world at the age of five, where all of my later memories would be formed. This was when my family moved to the United States from Peru, my native country in the South. The complete change in culture and values truly impacted me when I first moved to Florida, and I reflect over the significant effect it has had on my character during the last thirteen years of my life.
When I recall the days when I was a child, I consider the greater part of my memorable youth recollections. I frequently wish to return, back to that point in life when everything appeared to be more straightforward. Once in awhile I consider it excessively, knowing I can 't return. However, there is still one spot I can rely on to take me back to that perspective, my grandparents ' home.
It was a friday night around 9 o’clock, loud music playing from people cars. Miami Moon was packed with people, they had people surrounded around store laughing and talking. There was this motorcycle group that got together every Friday. At first my daddy was chillin outside smoking with the other men.
Title Did you ever know how to carefully exam the elements in a piece of literatures and comparing them together? Well today we are go to compare a poem and a novel together, here’s a novel called “The Outsiders” and a poem called “Nothing Gold Can Stay.” The Outsiders talks about a teen gang that gets into a fight and ends in a death of a social member. Some of the teens get into content with their violent lives and Some of the teens dies. Some of the teens like Ponyboy Curtis think that they are not part of a group and think that they are an outsider.
My First Time in Disney World Every child wants to go to the happiest place on earth, Disney World, and for my fifth birthday, I was one of the lucky children who was granted their wish. I remember my time in Disney like it was yesterday, yet it was day two of my trip that stood out the most. We rode the monorail to the Magic Kingdom. I thought the monorail must be what a rollercoaster feels like, even though we were going as slow as a snail.
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
Being from Louisiana, I was raised to always have my own back. My family is very big, I have 3 sisters, 2 brothers. I live with my mom and step-dad and occasionally visit my biological dad and step- mom. My family are encouraging and sometimes can be helpful. They expect the best from me being that I am the oldest child.
In my opinion, there is only two things in child’s mind: play and eat. That’s what I am doing when I am young, but as I grow up, I realize that life is not only play and eat, there’s more things to do rather than them. In fact I learned not to waste time from what I had lose in my childhood, I don’t know what I had lose. Maybe time with my friends? Relationships with friends?
We partied to the sounds of house music, a real unique ghetto style of dance music, blasting music by artists like Dj Montey, PinkHouse, and Dj Slugo. Our wild parties made people in the building mad, but we didn’t care. We were wild and young and we weren’t trying to hear them. Our parents were gone and we were under our own authority for the first time. We told the building manager that our parents had moved and they tried to set up meetings with them, but by that time they were already in Minnesota.
When I was asked to think of my fondest memories as a child there were few far between. There was The time I spent with my step dads parents in Edmond Washington all the one on one time with my mom the memories of getting anything I want as the only child, the birth of my baby brother although that really was exciting but I can remember getting left out for the new child, the birth of my sister but that is just were things got wore cause they were mom and dads angels they did no wrong. The memories that I cherish so much to this day with the days that I got to spend with my granddaddy. There were several memories that I hang on to, since he passed away I cherish them more and more. There are so many memories that they may not go in order according to age but they are they ones that I hold close to my heart.
The Memories We Carry When I was two years old, my family rented a beach house in the Outer Banks. It was terrible, or so I am told. The small, weathered house was temporarily home to my parents, my aunt and uncle, six children below the age of eight, and two dogs. The homeowners promised the house would be clean upon arrival; we soon learned clean is a rather subjective term.
Halfway between the U.P. and Tennessee is a small, welcoming town that goes by the name of Muncie, Indiana. This little redneck town is where my mother calls “home”. I’ve been there, to the town of Muncie, quite a few times. In fact I lived there for about six months when I was a year old. There’s long stretches of black, cracked asphalt that forms to the rolling hills and the curves of the farmlands.