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When we are young, we don’t think about the memories that we are making in the present, it is just later that we realize that our younger self is really missed. Sometimes, when we try to revoke those memories, we think that the events that we remember are really what ...

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At first, the house was sinister. Tall oaks loomed over the house, brushing the house in the wind, giving nightmares of creatures scratching the walls to the children. The long, shady meandering drive travelled through the forest, which the house away. The eerie half-renovated basement with one singular lightbulb that cast long disquieting moving shadows on the walls. The steps that would squeak when no one was there, the windows that would slam when no one had touched them, the...
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The grey clouds, mysterious but somewhat calming, smothered the sky in a shadowy darkness. My eyes were drawn to the cherry blossom tree across the park. How the droplets from previous rain didn’t ruin the tree but simply reflected a glistening beauty. The warm and charming colors of baby pinks, create this contrast against the near brewing storm. The way the blossom tree brought peace and tranquility to the busy London street. A feeling of magic. I feel the warm...
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Chana Chaikin Sociology Impact of Disney Movies Growing up I watched a lot of Disney movies. We primarily only watched Jewish media, except Disney movies, as my parents felt that many of the film’s themes had valuable lessons for us to learn. Disney movies were a big part of my childhood. I grew up admiring the life of Cinderella, Belle, Rapunzel, and Sleeping Beauty, who all seemed to be redeemed from their struggles by Prince Charming. First and foremost Disney...
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It was finalized. We were moving. My heart dropped when I heard this news. What was better than moving away from your childhood home? Nothing. Those were my exact thoughts as my parents tried to explain why we had to move. I listened to my parents and nodded while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I didn't want to leave the place I grew up in. The place that holds all of my childhood memories is its heart. My...
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A majority of my childhood was spent with my mother, she was lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom throughout my childhood. On the other hand, my father had a very high-stress job that required him to travel and spend long days at the office. I remember him coming home from work and instead of relaxing, he was uptight and on edge. When I was in middle school, he got a new job that allowed him to work from home...
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While growing up I realize that there are so many memories left in the past, so much that we did not pay attention to, so many moments that we had taken for granted. When my grandmother died last summer, it was the point of realization for me on how quickly life and time change. We do not realize the worth of moments that we are currently living in, how precious every memory is and how valuable is every moment we...
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“Memories seem to make or break people. They seem to bring out the most vivid emotions in people and can bring out the best and worst.” Memories can make us happy or sad people, some leave us with our battle scars and make us sometimes even want to forget about the entire situation. But some bring memories we hold for life close to our hearts so we can hope to bring other’s memories similar. I have a memory of meeting...
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I love music. I come from a line of musicians. My father has a mariachi, his dad did also and so do a few of my uncles. While I was always too thick-headed to learn how to play an instrument (not for the lack of trying I spent 4 unsuccessful years in Band class), I have always appreciated their sound. I am listening to piano music as I write this, funny. Because of my love for music, my dreams are...
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Traveling is a very crucial part of every human being's life because people travel from one place to another for different purposes. For example, it can be related to exploring the new place, work, and so on. I have traveled to certain places in my life and I enjoyed it a lot. But I would like to write about a zoo which is located near my hometown in India. That zoo is very popular because of numerous animals and its...
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When we are young, we don’t think about the memories that we are making in the present, it is just later that we realize that our younger self is really missed. Sometimes, when we try to revoke those memories, we think that the events that we remember are really what happened at the time, but most of the time those memories are just bits of things someone told us or maybe pictures that we saw. Usually, when we want to...
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Childhood memories are strange because sometimes I can't be sure if I remember anything. Someone said that spending your whole childhood wishing would grow up, and then spending the entire adult life hoping to become a child, that's right! On the hustle and bustle of life, accidentally bumped into small corners that in my childhood years, it was the whole world. At those moments, for a few seconds, watching fragments of old memories pour-over, suddenly wishing I were a kid,...
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When recalling my childhood memories, there are many stories. Some of them makes me happy, but some of them are not good ones. Well, I grew up in Rewasa village, one of the most beautiful and scenic places in Ra, and one of my favorite childhood memories was going on a hunting trip with my dad. I grew in up in family of six, including my parents. My mum works as a market master and my dad also works, but...
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As teenagers, we may think of poetry as synonyms of old and useless, and reading it may seem monotonous. When we read a poem, we must have problems with pronunciation and comprehension of it. Although when we hear it, we can experience a new way to approach the poem. I came from Cuba, where the Internet is not an option to make poems come alive, and the technology is deplorable because of the blockage held against the island. Cuba uses...
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Entering the park, remnants of my childhood memories started to re-emerge. A slight breeze rustled the leaves making them fall to the concrete ground one by one. The air was warm, and the beams of sunlight glowed onto my skin, providing me with comfort. The sounds of parents playing with their children was enough to completely push me back in time and pour my mind with sentimental memories. My late father and I would spend every summer afternoon in the...
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Introduction Childhood is often depicted as a time of innocence and wonder, a magical phase in human life filled with exploration, discovery, and unbridled joy. It is a stage that embodies growth, where the foundations of character, beliefs, and values are laid down. Each child's journey through these formative years varies, influenced by culture, family, environment, and personal temperament. The individual memories, experiences, and relationships that a child builds during this time often leave an indelible imprint, shaping them into...
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I have beautiful memories from my childhood walking through the mountains near my house and exploring the huge temple that was surrounded by the oak and poplar trees and laid down lots of leaves to walk in. Through walking at the leaves and watching the artifact that God created to us, I found myself that I was connected to the amazing nature that made me feel lucky to grow up with freedom to explore the natural environment around me and...
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I could see the beaches, stretching for miles. Rocks, broken down by the almighty sea for millions of years to form the very dunes that were situated before me. Precision crafting used to form the beautiful agricultural landscape that spans the entirety of the island. The tall, emerald-colored grass greeted me as it waved in the strong ocean breeze. The blazing sun, beaming down and reflecting off the majestic, turquoise sea. It blinded me. The unmistakable scent of peat, carried...
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There is no doubt that the lunches I brought to school were unique. The lunches of sabzi (vegetables with gravy), roti (round flatbread) and chaval (rice) that my mother made for me labelled me as an outsider in school and amongst my classmates. My peers would come to school with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or typically ‘western’ lunch, and while they ate, I could only realize our differences. As much as I wanted to fit in with the other...
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I still recall riding a bike without training wheels as if it was last night. When I was about seven or eight years old, I rode my first bicycle. Riding my bike will stick with me as one of my favorite events forever. Learning to ride a bicycle can be very exciting, but also very painful. But personally, I found it very spectacular. I started to realize that all of my friends had bikes with two wheels, and I had...
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In the depth of my childhood memories, a particular lesson resonates with me—the lesson of the piano. As I reminisce about the echoes of each note, the struggles, and the moments of triumph, I am transported back to a time when music was more than a skill; it was a gateway to understanding heritage, family, and the power of legacy. This memoir delves into the profound significance of "The Piano Lesson" that shaped my appreciation for art, culture, and the...
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Moments in a person’s life will largely affect one’s mental growth at some point, and I, like many others have learned from it. The hard-working woman I am today is only because of how I was raised. Through yearly family gatherings, my views on the world have been shaped and allowed me to grow into the strong person I am today. Although I was raised in the small town of Texarkana, an important part of my upbringing happened in Lubbock,...
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Flying across with the wind, letting it carry me across the vast greenery. The vivid green mustard plants set ablaze with hypnotizing yellow-colored petals from its flowers. I run across the dirt, slipping and having reality smacking me with awake from the daydream, in which I flew with the wind, as I held on to my friend for dear life. We did not stop. We ran and ran, but we could only see the beautiful scenery of green and yellow...
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Eating brownies with my mom was the best bonding experience, until an unforeseen occurrence took place after my tenth birthday: I was left despising the very thing I loved the most. With me having no fondness towards cake, cookies were always a go to for my birthday parties. I felt as though I had tried every cookie in the galaxy by the age of nine sugar, snickerdoodle, peanut butter and various other kinds. I was about to finally hit double...
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As human beings we all have memories about the best place that we liked a lot, especially when we were young. Because as we grow up, those memories grow with us and became part of our lives. In my case I have seen pretty much places that were fascinating me, but the only place that I can never forget was the ‘Djurdjura Mountains’ where I used to go when I was young. Simply because it was the most marvelous place...
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For most people, their worst childhood memories are of playground scuffles or getting in trouble. Not for me though, my earliest memories are of me finding out about my dad’s affair and his smoking addiction. Growing up, I knew there was something broken about my family. My home was always one full of incessant fighting, friction and worry. I didn’t realize how bad it was until everything was suddenly ripped out from underneath me. It all started when I was...
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Father means my creator. I am solely dependent on my father financially. But, as soon as I want to become his supporter. Generally, one thing happens to me nowadays, whenever my father has late to return home in the evening. Then, my heartbeat is extremely quick for my father. Like, I reckon to call him, then he stood his bike within seconds inside the house. I think 'What’s coincidence! Think about him and he is present inside the home within...
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My hometown is Guangzhou. Guangzhou is well known for its dim sum and all kinds of refreshments. One of my favorites is chicken feet. Since childhood, I have been fond of eating my grandfather's chicken feet. A lot of people get to ask me, why do you love eating so much? Because it's soft and sweet. Every time I went to my grandfather's house. The happiest thing was that the chicken feet were brought to the table, and then a...
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Growing up, I thought I already have the perfect family I dreamed of. We're not rich, but we're that poor either. We lived in Masbate, moved here to Catbalogan, and moved again to Calbayog. I didn't mind before why we were always moving places because what matters to me is we're happy. We may not be complete, but at least we are happy. That's what I thought, not until I found out that my father has another girl, and to...
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The sunny skies of Panama City Beach, Florida, represent beautiful memories in my life. I go to this off-white beach at least five to six times during the year. This place has taught me how to swim, race go-karts, enjoy simple things, and most importantly, value my friends and family. Apart from the things I have said, it is extremely significant to me because it has strengthened my walk with the Lord. In my early years, I would spend my...
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I think most of people have some memories of their childhood and same goes to me. But the number of recollections varies enormously. I do remember some parts in my childhood events, but definitely not all, not even most, not even half. I rather say we remember mostly fragments. I do believe that not only depends on simply how good our memory system is, but there seems to be other factors such as: our blocking information, the frequency with which...
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