Childhood memory Essay

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Childhood memory

Childhood Memories When recalling my childhood memories, there are many stories. Some of them making me happy, but some of them are not good memories. I grew up in Tehran, capital of Iran, and come from small family, my mother, my father and me. Whenever I think about my childhood some memories come to my mind such as war between Iran and Iraq, spending weekends at my grandma’s house, playing with my friends, and my father’s sickness. I remember I was too little when the war between Iran and Iraq began. Bad feelings and terrible memories of those days are not something easy to be vanished from the mind, although I was too little to feel fear, but I could see fear in my parents face; when I was eight years old we went to the north of Iran in order to continue my second class, while all of the schools in Tehran were closed because of the war; I found very good friends in that school and we still are in contact with each other through Facebook. Spending weekends at my grandma’s house is one of the best memories that I have; smelling the food that she was cooking is something unforgettable, sitting on her lap and listening to her historical stories helped me a lot to learn the history of my country.

Sometimes she was telling me the story of her life, and I really was enjoying listening to her. The worst thing in my life that I can remember is the day we found out my dad got MS. In this disease some viruses attack nerve’s system and disrupt transferring nerve’s impulses function; since then my father’s situation got worse and worse and now he is sitting in wheelchair. Summers were best season for me, while my friends and I were playing variety of games together such as: hide and seek, volleyball, football; in those days we were free of real life responsibilities and had no concerns at all. To sum it all up childhood is very precious time in every body’s life and the fundamental of human’s essence shapes in these days. For instance I learnt my first lesson of being strong in those hard time, being helpful to other people when I saw my dad’s weakness and his need to be helped, and enjoying my life, while life is too short.

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Childhood memory

Tens of thousands of cases of beer all in one building. Some in coolers, others just stacked up as high as 8 feet. Aisles of smooth concrete cut in-between the palettes of cases. Everything is bright and pleasing to the eyes. A person hesitates for a few seconds to take it all in.

A beer distributor can be a great place of business, however to a young child such as myself who as been around it since birth it can be an even greater playground. With so many different sized stacks of beer and plenty of places to hide it becomes the best place for things such as hide and go seek, tag, etc. The best days to be at the store were the days a truck of beer was being unloaded. This provided lots of precariously high palettes that you could sit on while being pushed around the warehouse to wherever it had to be placed. While growing up, it was found by my younger brother and I that you could rollerblade around the warehouse and that it was incredibly fast and there was basically a set track that you could just keep circling. This added a whole new aspect of fun to the store for us as well as another thing to look forward to when going to the store.

You enter the building through two sets of sliding glass doors that open automatically. As you turn left and walk towards the back there are double-doors that open up to a garage that holds the forklift as well as a big garage door that opens to the outside to allow the forklift to set beer inside the building from the awaiting truck parked just outside. While walking back in from the garage, to the right is the row of coolers that extends the length of the warehouse. After you walk the entire length of the warehouse, you come up to the office. You then walk into the office through its wooden door with glass windows looking out to the warehouse and a faint squeak that exists still to this day. There was always dry warmth that filled the office because of the heat being turned up much higher than needed on account of my grandpa. At seven o-clock you could count on hearing the TV on with the Pennsylvania Lottery tune blaring and then the numbers being announced.

I always loved going to the store because, along with my dad and grandpa owning it, there seemed to always be someone at the store who was friends with my family who were funny or told good stories and almost always had candy or something good to give my brother and I. As I got older I was able to drive the forklift to unload beer from trucks and then have it hand-carted around the warehouse. This became another thing I loved to do at the store. There always seemed to be something going on either at the store or that my grandpa would want me to go out and help him with, which I loved doing.

My grandpa was always involved in something other than the beer store such as a garage and things but I always seemed to associate him with the store. He would always tell me stories about things he did when he was younger or just about things that happened earlier on in his life. I loved hearing about the things that he did, even if some of them were repeated over and over again over the course of years. These were things that I cherished about the store and always will.

Although my grandpa, as well as grandma has passed away I will always associate the store with fun times and most of all family. Every time I walk in the store I expect my grandpa to say, “So what’s new Matthew.” Although he is no longer there I still look forward to being at the store. It is a place of great comfort and memories that I am very fond of. A sense of nostalgia always seems to come over me. I see it has a testament to hard work started by my grandfather and continued by my father. It is a place I am proud of and proud to be a part of.

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Childhood Memory

I would define childhood as a never ending vacation, a rollercoaster ride that never stops exciting and entertaining, making life worth living. But childhood also has its memories that a person would remember when they grow up or probably when they are sharing with their kids about what they cherish the most or what made them realize how beautiful childhood actually was compared to being grown up. The memory that still makes me rethink about my decision and makes me wish that I could go back in time and reverse it, during my childhood I had a craze for riding bicycles with my friends. During one sunny afternoon, I and my best friend George went for a ride in our neighborhood. Enjoying the lovely weather and scenery, we were following our usual routine for weekends which was to go around and just talk and enjoy the time together, but one day something different happened.

It was 4 in the evening and it was getting a little cold outside so we decided to have a small race before we could head back home and watch some television. We decided our starting and finishing points and after a long debate we decided whoever wins would get an extra pack of chips during the television time. So after we got to the starting point we both were eager and ready to beat each other and finally we took off, George being the more fitter was in the lead from the start but I did not give up. Teasing away and making fun of me George was certain to win the race when something very shocking happened. Without knowing George accidently ran on top of a small puppy across the street and in doing so he fell down from his bicycle and looked badly injured. I could not help but to go for the finish because I wanted to win.

As I got back to where George had fell and started laughing at him for loosing then suddenly I realized George was crying not because he was injured because the puppy badly wounded. I freaked out and had no idea what to do so we decided if we go and tell someone we might get in a problem so we decided to run away to get back home. After we got home I was so scared to even tell my mom what caused George to fall and lied that he fell because of a stone that was on the road and we were not racing. I could not sleep and I decided to tell my mother what had actually happened. My mother was upset and she told me that instead of wanting to win just for an extra pack of chips I should have tried to save the puppy and also take care of George earlier. That night I learned my lesson that winning is not everything, sometimes loosing makes you a better winner.

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