Recollecting One's Childhood Memory
Childhood Memory Childhood is the most innocent time of someone’s life. With the passage of time, childhood fades into adolescence and then adulthood, yet the sweet memories of childhood linger on. My childhood recollections are those of a carefree life, nurtured with love and concern. I was the baby of the family with only one older sister. I don’t remember much from when I was little, but I have a few memories that have stuck with me throughout the years.
My family lived in a one story, barn red house on 9th street. Two houses down the road lived my best friends’ grandmother who babysat her almost every weekend; two houses up the road lived my sisters’ best friend, her two younger brothers, and across the street lived our other two friends. All of us would hangout every afternoon before dinner. In my mind nothing could go wrong, we were children who went to school, played and slept.
I was in preschool at the time and one day I went to school and found out that my teachers’ cat had kittens and if my parents said it was okay, I was able to take one home. That night I asked my mother if I could bring one home, and she said when they were big enough, I could pick one out and bring it home. My favorite kitten was mostly gray with some calico spots, and I was able to take her home. I named her Cali. I was so excited that I had my very own cat! I couldn’t wait to see her grow up. When I first took her home she was an inside cat only, but when she got bigger she was aloud outside.
One day after school my sister and I went across the street to play with our friends and Cali followed, she loved to follow me around and play with me. While she was crossing the road, a car came and instead of slowing down, they sped up and hit my cat in front of my sister and me. I was heartbroken and started bawling. My parents heard our screams and ran outside and across the street. My father picked me up and carried me home covering my eyes as we passed Cali. When my sister and I
My family lived in a one story, barn red house on 9th street. Two houses down the road lived my best friends’ grandmother who babysat her almost every weekend; two houses up the road lived my sisters’ best friend, her two younger brothers, and across the street lived our other two friends. All of us would hangout every afternoon before dinner. In my mind nothing could go wrong, we were children who went to school, played and slept.
I was in preschool at the time and one day I went to school and found out that my teachers’ cat had kittens and if my parents said it was okay, I was able to take one home. That night I asked my mother if I could bring one home, and she said when they were big enough, I could pick one out and bring it home. My favorite kitten was mostly gray with some calico spots, and I was able to take her home. I named her Cali. I was so excited that I had my very own cat! I couldn’t wait to see her grow up. When I first took her home she was an inside cat only, but when she got bigger she was aloud outside.
One day after school my sister and I went across the street to play with our friends and Cali followed, she loved to follow me around and play with me. While she was crossing the road, a car came and instead of slowing down, they sped up and hit my cat in front of my sister and me. I was heartbroken and started bawling. My parents heard our screams and ran outside and across the street. My father picked me up and carried me home covering my eyes as we passed Cali. When my sister and I