Childhood Memories Can Be Positive Reinforcement
My favorite childhood place was at my grandparent’s house. My grandparent’s last name was Mountain. Their property had the nick name, “The Mountain House,” I remember wonderful memories of spending time there with my family; eating grandma’s famous potato salad, tasting grandpa’s fabulous barbeque ribs, and most of all eating those wonderful Mountain family cherries. The sounds and smells are truly alive in my memory. These memories are incredibly real for me, even today. I often drive by the location of my most memorable day, a family reunion at my grandparent’s house. They had a two-story, little white house with green trim. It was a corner house on a four-way stop sign roadway right down the road from the only high school in a cozy small town. Our family reunion happened every year, usually around the Fourth of July. How I miss these wonderful, eventful, and fabulous times at my grandma and grandpa’s property. These are my favorite childhood memories of the “Mountain Family Reunion” they still remain vivid in my mind. I woke up that morning with a smile that could light up the world. I jumped out of bed, ran down the hall, and with a loud voice stated, “It’s the Fourth of July and were going to grandma’s house!” My momma was hurrying me along to get ready and pop’s was loading up the car with lawn chairs, fireworks, and of course my momma’s tasty pistachio salad. We loaded up and set out for what seemed like the longest drive in the world to my grandparent’s house. Finally we arrived, we pulled up to the front of the two-story little white house. Pop’s always parked out front, just a little passed the front yard, by the side yard so we could see the cherry tree; it was located on the south-side of the house. I barreled out of car; running as fast as I could, practically flying to get to the front door. Right next to the front door, as I Argo 2
would walk up the stairs, there was this giant window, well the...
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