Childhood Memories

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  • Topic: Memory, Family, Best Friends
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During our childhood, there are many events that are memorable and influential; Memories are a part of life. We use our memory function to recall the memories we once had. Memory is a vital part of the learning process. Without it, learning would be impossible. If our brain recorded nothing from the past, we would be unable to learn anything new. All our experiences would be lost as soon as they ended, and each new situation would be totally unfamiliar. If memories hindered or helped people in their effort to learn from their past, it would really have to depend on the individual. Every person is different, so therefore, their memories are going to be different also. These memories are the ones that teach us in our adult life the most affable aspects about ourselves, and our reactions to others. As we look back into our childhood and see those times, we should not have regrets, but we should know that they taught us some positive lessons. Sometimes it is quite difficult to remember too far back into our childhood for a memorable event, but there are a series of events that I still remember to this day ,some of them are fun, some events are sad. My childhood experience I have never forgotten; it took place when I was about twelve years old. It was summer time. I could never imagine how that summer would hold the most memorable event of my childhood. My grandmother was suddenly taken ill. She had to be hospitalized and the doctors advised my family that she needed to stay at the hospital for few more days. My aunt called my mom to come to hospital. We used to live ten miles out of town. Mom left me and my sister, who was four years old, at home. As soon as she left we heard a noise upstairs, the more we listened the louder the noise grew, and the wilder our imagination grew. In a short time, we decided it was dangerous to stay in the house. We finally stood in the street waiting for my father to come back from work. After almost one...
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