At some point, I will probably write an OP about crappy childhood memories that shaped my life etc etc, blah blah blah...Everybody has a story and for better or worse, our childhoods are what set us on the path to adulthood. Sometimes the harder and more painful they are, the better off we become-- as crazy as that sounds. Sometimes, the opposite happens. It all depends on the person, the memory, the childood etc.
So, this week, I would like you to dig deep and think about your most memorable childhood moment.
What was it?
Did it shape the way you look at things, the way you act toward people and the way you look at yourself?
Why?
I think the most memorable childhood memory was when I got caught stealing, it had to be by far the dumbest thing I could of did in my life. See what happen was I was about 10 in the 3rd grade I guess, an me and a couple friends went to Wal-Mart and didn’t have any money and we just took the dumbest stuff like we just stuffed our pockets with stuff like tooth brushes, cards, candy, and condoms. Why I don’t know we didn’t need any of that stuff, the condoms were the dumbest thing I got because none of us was having sex. I think we just got them to get them like we all had to have like 9 boxes each doing nothing with them but selling them to the older kids. But yeah because of that I got fined $150 and was on punishment for like 2 weeks ( the longest I ever was on). And I didn’t get nothing I wanted. It really shaped me on how I look at things now because when somebody wants to do something dumb like that or just something dumb I just be like no I am good. It really didn’t change the way I act to people but the way I look at myself is different because after that I started to realize that I was too good to be doing stuff like that.
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood memory was when i lived in Atlantic City. My house was connected with other homes surrounding a playground right across from the worst neighborhood. My kitchen window was facing the playground where you could see all the kids playing around. Well at this time it was pitch dark outside and my mom was cooking dinner. On the news earlier that day we heard that a guy was on the run in Atlantic City and the cops are looking for him. So that night while me and my sisters was setting the table for dinner we hear gun shots. Living in Atlantic City we hear gunshots every 5 mins. So me and my family didnt think it was close or didnt think nothing of it. Until the gunshots that was fired came through our window. My mother had the pot in her hand then she tossed it and we all had to drop down to the ground. Finally when the gunshots was over we got up and talked about everything because we was young at the time and very scared. Later that day come to find out the cops was chasing the guy that was on the news earlier that day right in front of my home. Now in 2011 i have a son that is almost 1 years old and i now dont want him brought up in Atlantic City or Pleasantville. From that childhood memory I thank god everyday that im alive because that day i could have died. I now enjoy life as if i might not be here tomorrow.
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ReplyDeleteGrowing up with divorced parents and experiencing step parents has really shaped who I am today in both positive and negative aspects. It was always the hardest thing going back and forth from house to house and sleeping in two different beds as a kid. Many would think two Christmases and two birthdays would be awesome, but all I was ever wishing for was for my parents to live under the same roof. Family is a really important thing in my life, the most important as a matter of fact, and I feel people should stay together, for the kids at least. My parents' divorce has caused me to not reach my full potential; if we had been together I feel I would be more successful, more outgoing, an all-around better person if I had parents who set forth a good example TOGETHER rather than being against each other. Not having a relationship to look to, I am also pretty bad in relationships. Though I give 110% in every relationship, it doesn't matter because I always pick guys that aren't good for me, or a guy that pleases one parent but not the other; I am always trying to impress someone other than myself and I think that if I had parents that agreed with each other I could choose someone who would suit me. It's bad to blame everything on my parents' divorce because I don't think I've turned out that bad, but I know I could be better if I didn't miss out on that love. As well as that, I have dealt with the ridicule and unruliness of step parents. Yes, the rumors are true, they are HORRIBLE. My step dad has been a bad example of how to act when you fight with someone, and my mom is no better. When they argue, he ignores her for three days and if he answers he has an attitude, and my mom constantly badgers him to speak; if he doesn't want to talk GIVE UP; sadly I mimic her actions which sometimes cause my relationships to end. You see, I don't know a good relationship, and I've never seen one, and that makes it much harder to have one of my own, no matter how hard I try. Seeing such broken relationships growing up has made me want to strive even more to have a happy, together home when I grow up, not for me, but for my children, because I don't want them to ever feel the way I did. Lastly, ridicule. My step mom is partly to blame for my low self-esteem. As I was growing up, she was always first to tell me if I looked fat, or if my makeup looked gaudy, even going as low as to say my bras weren't "age appropriate". One, I had baby fat, two I wore eyeliner on my bottom lid ONLY, and three my bras covered me and were under my clothes, she just liked to tear me down to feel superior. Though in my mind I knew I was fine, hearing the same thing everyday hammered it into my head and it's still hammered there. My confidence has gotten better since I've grown up and learned to ignore her, but I still wake up feeling as though I look like crap when everyone has told me otherwise. I try my best to compliment myself and to shut out the haters but it will always be in the back of my head that I'm nowhere near as thin as my Japanese-American ex-Marine step mom, and it sucks.
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood moment was my first wrestling practice. It was so intense and strenuous that I almost passed out. I had never experienced such an overwhelming experience that required my full attention and focus. After that first practice, I was a changed person. It gave me a lot of self esteem, confidence, and courage to do things I normally would be scared of. Wrestling disciplines me into being a good person and to not screw around. I have respect for myself as well as other people. I believe wrestling did shape the way i look at things because I'm kind of conceded and believe in myself. I'm never dpressed or feel sorry for myself because I LOVE ME. I guess I'm a narcissist, but i just care about my body and building myself up to be a better person overall. I';m proud of who i am and what i look like. I look in the mirror and am satisfied with myself.
ReplyDeleteMy fondest memory was living in Bridgeton on Church st. in a big two story house living with my birth parents. Waking up everyday seeing my parents together happy seeing my brother Thomas argue with my sister Tammy. With my problem solver oldest sister Delanne stopping them and always knowing what to say to solve the problem. Being around family watching my mom and dad have water balloon fights all through the house and outside in the yard. Or walking around playing hide and seek with a large group of friends. Going to the park swinging on the swings going down the slides. Going to the corner store eating cheese fries and spicy foods also sleeping over my grandfather house. Learning how ride a bike and it was just any kind of bike I still remember no matter what I ran over with that bike the tires would never rupture not even a little bit.the tires were indestructible.I remember getting my first remote control car it was a really big blue one it could go over anything it was one the coolest gift I ever received. When I was younger I would play with that car everyday it was very special because my father had given it to me for my birthday.just one on one hang out with my dad when he didn’t have to work was always fun.also learning sign language to talk to my mother and learning what each letter language in sign language was different but fun to do that it was an experience I am very happy I had the chance to learned how to sign.Being in Bridgeton was a very good time always had some someone to hang out with any of my friends always having around the corner to talk to.Also being able to talk my elder family members because they were always close for me to talk to them.one of the things that I will always remember was me and my siblings always use to have parties with all our friends just dancing having fun and never got in trouble for having the parties. It was a amazing time for me during my childhood always was having fun.
ReplyDeleteWhen I Was About 5 i witnessed a gang fight. it was very life changing. i was only 5 so i didnt really know what was going on , but now that ive grown up i understand that the things that could start a problem of this level could only be something bad. Some of my family members were involved and it really made me who i am today. that is a person who does what he has to do . it sounds crazy , but i always used to say i would never become that low of a person, to were i would turn my life to the streets or a gang to take care of me . Many of my closet friends have done so ,and one of then recently in the past year was shot 5 times in the chest. he pulled though but i never did, because i felt as though i almost lost him , and with him the only friend that i actually talk to who is connected to a gang ( cus all of the others just dont want to listen and are already to deep in it ) i felt he was my only chance of making a difference showing that when you can take a gun out of someones hand and put a book in it instead you can take the tears from a mothers face , you take the revenge from a brothers mind , and you can svae two lives. that acount will always be with me because it shows how long this problem has been going on and only makes me want to change myself even more.
ReplyDeleteI think my most memorable child hood memory was problem When I got caught stealing when I was 9 years old. When I got caught stealing it wasn’t someone from the actual store who caught me stealing it was my dad. I think it was actually worst then getting caught by someone who actually worked there because I thought my dad thought less of me even though I was really young. So we were at some big store I really don’t remember were but the store sold videos games, And I thought if I can take the game disc out of the plastic and put it in my pocket id be home free… I was wrong. I took the game to the back of the store opened it and put it in my pocket. As soon as I turn around I saw my dad standing there looking at me. It felt like I just had seen a ghost. My stomach dropped and I was speechless for words. My dad ended up paying for the game but threw it out as soon as we got home. I remember my dad making me door a lot of house work and told me if I wanted something I had to work for it. So I ended up just doing a lot of labor work I felt like a slave lol. So after about a month of just working my dad finally gave me enough money to buy the game I wanted and told me to never steal again and work for what you want,
ReplyDeleteWhen i was younger i use to live in North Carolina. I lived in a big house that had 3 floors. The third floor was an Atic. It was a big atic, it looked like a basement but it was on the top floor of the house. Thats when way before my parents had got a divorce. I had great neighbors surrounding my house. Basically the neighborhood was full of my friends, well majority of them. There was this friend i had that lived right next door to me. He was cool as hell. We played video games at each other houses and rode bikes etc. At that time i had two bikes that i had in my shed. 1 bike was my daily bike and the other was a bike that i had if my daily 1 broke down. My extra bike is a bike that me and my brother took because an old guy didnt want it nomore. My friend that lived next to me ( The cool friend) didnt have a bike because his was broke. So a great friend i am i gave him my extra bike. A couple days later my daily broke and i wanted my extra bike. I was heated because i shouldnt of gave him my extra bike. So i had went to his house a couple days after and to see if i could get my bike back but he said no because it was his and i have gave it to him. So next time i have an extra something in my posetion im not giving it away.
ReplyDeleteThe most memorable childhood moment would probably have to be when I was about I don’t know nine or ten and I went and stole ten dollars out of my mom’s purse so that I could have lunch money and then after a week went by she asked me if I had the ten dollars that was in her purse and I lied and said no I didn’t which probably the stupidest thing that I had ever done that’s probably the reason why I remember it so much because by me lying just set a new open course of trouble for me so another week went by and I still said no and then she went and looked at my lunch records to see what I bought and she had found out that I put ten dollars on my account and then showed it to my dad and they were furious and then so since they had caught me I probably should just tell the truth which I should have done in the first place and they punished me for about a month that was the longest month in my whole entire life probably but in the long run I did learn a very valuable lesson that day or maybe a couple never take stuff without asking and never ever got through your mom’s purse ever but this memorable experience has changed me because know I ask for everything no matter what and if I need money I ask for it instead of just taking it and it also made me think is that the person I want to be when I grow up someone who takes stuff without asking and steal stuff from people because in the long run that could get me in trouble with the cops and put in jail so after that experience I have changed my ways because there is no reason for me do have done such a thing and nobody else should that either .
ReplyDeleteWell i guess it all would have started when i was about three years old. My mom died sometime before my birthday and for some reason my dad had decided not to tell me. Thinking back about it i always thought it was so bad. Since im older now and my perspective is broader this doesnt seem so harsh. My dad had only just lost his wife the love of his life but now had to take care of me and my sister by himself. It's understandable that nobody especially him didnt have the words to tell me a three year old that mommy isnt coming home. Still it did have an effect for a while i just kept asking when is mommy coming home? Then for a while they just kept telling me over and over she had to work late. Eventually i gave up and their depression thickened by my lack of asking caused him to crack. After that though there were times i would be over my aunts house and appearently i talked about how my mom was coming to get me over and over. I never really got to grieve about it so well because how was i supposed to fathom what never seeing my mother again entailed. Eventually around the time i was four years old i had been going to therapists and one day while in the car it all hit me like a brick wall. I started balling my eyes out screaming i want my mom. Learning so young that people are so fragile that you can lose them in an instant really affected the way i socialized as i got older. Growing up i tended to gravitate to my peers as a form of comfort and appreciate everyone and their time. I also tended to want fewer friends since i thought everyone was so easy to lose, losing more people would just be more heart ache. Never the less it continues to influence my life not a day goes by i dont think about how much i wish it didnt happen but you cant change the past and i am who i am. I have such a great life now it almost pains me to say things happen for a reason or atleast somethings.
ReplyDeleteMost of my childhood I grew up in Northeast Philly. I lived there for about 13 years total. I lived in a couple other cities and states such as maryland, tenessee, florida but for the most part Philly, and Jersey. I used to live on sylvia lane in a twin 3 story house in philly that is the house I lived at for the longest period of my life about 6-7 years. I use to love that house I truthfully never thought we would move. We eventually go a summer place here in mays landing I use to go fishing, go out on the boat, ride waverunners all the fun things that you can do in Jersey that arnt as common in philly. I like it but never thought anything of it. We would come down every weekend untill summer we would stay for weeks on end. It was great, we loved the shore because we were fom the city. The city is deffinetly a little different, theres alot more going on it crazy. Theres also alot of bad things that come from living in a city like drugs, gangs, and crime. We were lucky we lived in one of the nicer parts of philly but theres always there bad parts everywhere. Theres projects and places you have to watch out for because thats where alot of violence, drugs, and crime come from. We knew how the routine was though since we were city people. I still loved where i lived though. After living there for a while my family went through some complications and we actually ended up buying a house in Mays Landing, I was really upset. I had to go to a new school and get use to a new house. This is where my moving spree began. we lived in our new house in Jersey for 3 years and then because of new issues moved back to philly, then after a couple months back to mays landing. Then after about a couple months there back to philly but i was in my freshman year and it was more then halfway over. So I had to drive an hour to school everyday because my dad droped me of before he went to work in hammonton. That was begining to get rediculous. The school eventulally found out and we ended up comin back to Jersey. After a couple months we ended up moving to Kissimmee florida, and I was begining to get angry from moving. we lived there for a few months and that was a culture shocker. im not saying this in a racist way but it fel like wen i went to school, that I was taking a trip to puerto rico. The kids there were about 70 percent hispanic, they didnt speak freakin english and it pissed me off I hated it there. It was nice but not woth feeling like I was in spain. We eventully after like 4-55 months moved back to jersey and from that point my sophmore year have mnoved to 3 different houses here in jersey. My whole point of this is I wasnt like the average kid. I never got to grow up and not have to worry where id be in a months time. I never had a house I could call home. My dad was just like this when he was my age and I think thats why he doesnt hav the feeling of being HOME either. I hope that even though all this happened when im older i dont turn out that way. I want to but who knows what will happen
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood memory would have to be playing hide and seek in a big synagogue with my aunt, my uncle, my dad, sister’s cousins, a whole bunch of people in my family. We used to play all the time before she passed away. You may say it was disrespectful because it’s a church, but it really wasn’t because it wasn’t like we touched anything or broke it. It was tons of fun! We would shut down all the lights except for a couple hall way lights because my dad is blind in the dark and there were steps. The light would help the people that were seeking because u could sit in the dark and just wait for people to be walking around and give there selves away. To me, I look at it as the whole family is bonding together and we are all having a god time. So I guess you could say we act like a bunch of kids and I am one when it comes to that kind of stuff. If anyone in this school played, you all would think the same thing about yourself and look at yourself the way I look at myself. Just think when you were a kid, how fun playing hid in seek in your little house was, now think of a synagogue with a kids school in it. That’s what we would be playing in; it had a basement, a mid floor and a top floor. So there were a lot of places you could hide in and you may think how can you find everyone in such a big place? Well you would get used to it and you would find more spots that no one knew about while you are searching for the others. I miss playing and I wish we still did, but I miss my Aunt Michelle more, God Bless Her.
ReplyDeleteThis is a really, really tough subject to think about. I always have a problem remembering these things. I can’t really remember anything before 10. So I’m going to go to something I remember the most when I was younger. My most memorable childhood moment was when I went to my first Nascar race. I was around 12, but this is important because it changed my outlook on my future. I have always loved car, but didn’t really think about working with them too much. But ever since then, cars are my passion and are going to be part of my career. I go to Nascar every year, twice a year. I love it, we leave Friday mornings and stay for the weekend and go to all the races and events. We go to the Dover, Delaware track, The Monster Mile. My dad’s been going there for almost 20 years now. I’ve been going for around 5 or so years now. I’m hoping to go to the Daytona 500 someday, that’s the best track out there. Now my real dream is to become a professional racer, in Nascar. But I have to think more realistic. So I’m going to work in the automotive industry. I want to end up owning and running my own auto upgrade shop of some sort. I also want to do racing on the side, legally of course. But cars are my passion and hobby. No matter what I end up doing, I will be working with cars.
ReplyDeleteThis could be a memorable moment but at the same time no. I guess it would be growing up and not having two parents. My dad is a dead beat to get straight to the point. My mom being a strong single mother raised some very strong, smart kids. Not having a dad I always thought I would never know how to treat a girl, or just knowing things that a young man as myself would need to know. I would probably say my brothers helped me out the most. They were good student athletes; I always went to them if I needed help. I’m happy that we went 18, 21, 24 years without a dad. We’ve turned out to be great successful kids, something more than he ever was. I mean I don’t hate him, but I don’t love him either. Out of all 18 years of my life he’s done nothing for us. Even if he was to try to talk to me, I wouldn’t talk to him at all. This does change the way I look at things. It makes me work hard, and be a better father if I were to have kids. I wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who doesn’t take care of their child. I’m better than that, I hated it so why do it to my kids. I would honestly want to give them the world
ReplyDeleteI had a lot of bad childhood experiences. One of the most memorable childhood memory was when I got caught stealing at walmart.I was about 11 years old at the time. I was so scared when I was walking out and the cops grabbed me. I never thought I would ever get caught because I was so use to doing it. My cousin and I used to go there every day after school. One day I just had this feeling in my gut that something was going to happen but I still did it anyway. As we walking out cops just grabbed us and I think I did pee in my pants. I felt so embarrassed people walking by looking at us while we are getting searched. Then tell put us in handcuffs and took us to the station. In the station they are taking pictures and fingerprints and all that. I told myself never again.I was not trying to be in a spot like this. When my mom came and got me it was endless days of just talking from her non stop. It made me realize by being a criminal it is not going to put me no where in life. You can say I changed for the best.
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood memory would be, going to the park everyday with my Uncle Zeek. I used to live in Egg Harbor Township and everyday my Uncle who really wasn't my real uncle he was my next door neighbor who was really close to my family, well he would take us to the park right by our house everyday while my mom and dad were at work he would watch us. I loved going to the park everyday. I remember he would bring a wagon filled with food and drinks and he would take all of the kid's in the neighborhood to the park and just let us play all day. We would leave at like 9 in the morning and get home around 5 at night. My mom would get a little mad because I would come home COVERED in that orange dirt that never comes out of your cloths. It's okay though because till this day I remember walking to the park everyday and having a great time. :)
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ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood moment would have been when i was 6 and my parents divorcing. Since i was so small i did not really understand,and back then you always thought that your parents would always be together.Now that im older im able to see and regretfully say that maybe it was for the better because of the way they act today. Also i was able to meet my step-dad and his family and learned to make sure that the guy i tie the knot with is the guy im willing to spend the rest of my life with.
I would have to say what shaped my childhood moments would have to be spending time with my family. I remember just the family get together for parties, birthdays and even for sporting events. It was great, I will never forget those days out with my father and my uncles playing catch or just sitting around lessening to their stories of when they were kids and the things they have done in their life. My family had a big impact on the way I talk and view people now that I’m older. My mother always taught me how to be plight and my father taught me how to respect people no matter what and now that high school is almost over and many kids really don’t have those people skills I know I can go far in life just with that help from my parents. I want to raise my kids just like the way my parents raised me because I know that my kids will live life to the fullest and respect everyone and never give up on a dream.
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ReplyDeleteIt’s hard for you to remember a lot of your childhood so i had to think and see what the first thing that popped into my head would be the thing I would write about. I wish that what I thought of was something that could be exciting and something interesting but it’s not. I couldn’t tell you how old I was exactly but I can tell you I was old enough to understand what was going on. I remember one morning waking up on the weekend and looking outside my bedroom window and seeing my dad’s truck in my driveway. I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed my dad still in the driver’s seat passed out. Thinking maybe something had happened to him but when I ran to his truck he was just asleep, just watching him sleep in his truck was when I realized a lot. It most definitely changed the way look at me this world and also my dad. There were both benefits and flaws to this memory. Growing up I learned more and more about really happened and my dad had cheated on my mom and it made me discover that some men are scum and how proud I was of my mother. Every time I am in a relationship I make sure I am being respected by my boyfriend or if I ever found out I was being cheated on that guy would be gone...period. My perception of my dad completely changed and I was daddy’s little girl ,but I can’t help but to have some type of hatred towards him and he never did anything to me but for what he did to my mom and the way he treats women I don’t like him. If you do me wrong your done and if it wasn’t for me seeing my dad outside in his truck then my life and the way I perceive myself in relationships would be completely different.
ReplyDeleteUh these questions are never easy if I had to put it on a scale the most memorable time that ive had in my childhood it would have to be when me my mother and brother went on vacation to Puerto Rico. This is my most memorable time because it was the one of the few times that I can remember when I just had true happiness it was just the best time ive ever had. There was endless amounts of things that I had to do at my disposal, we stayed at a big resort where they had everything you could imagine there was like six restaurants a movie theater a big pool with a swim up bar a private beach a game room and plenty of other things to do the list just goes on and on. It was a great experience that I will never forget it gave me a me a chance to enjoy time with my mother and my brother and not deal with all the bullshit that usually intervenes. I think this did shape the way I look at things because when times get rough and I think life sucks and get fed up with all the problems that I have to deal with I just think back to the time I went to Puerto Rico and realize that there are good times that can out weigh the bad and it helps me get through most of my problems with the knowledge that there are good times to make up for the bad
ReplyDeleteChild hood experiences. Well I don’t really remember much of my child hood, except for some small brief frames of it. I know I had a pretty decent child hood growing up. I have a few memories that I guess I could retell and see if I can piece anything together. Although they are completely random, but this is all I can remember. Alright well the first thing that’s been stuck in my head since forever, is a memory from when I was four. There was a party at my house for… maybe my birthday? Well anyway there was a party, and my cousin was pulling me in a wagon. Then the wagon tipped over and I fell out and lost a good about of my cheek. That’s it for that memory; the next memory is maybe a year later while I was on my boat. We where on our family vacation cruising who knows where, when I woke up to see the Statue of Liberty. Im not sure why I remember this, but maybe it was because of its size? Well that was pretty cool to me and all, but it was not something that affected my life. This next memory definitely is though. Its more of a time period actually. When I was about 5 I became friends with my neighbor who’s a year older then me. Actually all of my friends where older then me but at the time he was my best friend. For about the next 7 years we did just about everything together. Now that i think about it, I have countless memories with this kid. We would go surfing in his flooded basement, graffiti the side of his house,( then attempt to clean it off) we made huge box forts and did just about anything that seemed cool for a kid. We where always getting into trouble, but what else was there to do anyway? We made it though the roughest times, like when he broke my jaw and cost me half of my real teeth. But all good things come to an end eventually. One day he said he was moving, and the next day they were heading out to New Hampshire. I still go and see them maybe twice a year, but that was a huge deal in my life. I couldn’t really comprehend that my best friend was leaving forever. I was really mad for a long time after that because those things weren’t supposed to happen. That occurrence really did change my life. It kept me always on the safe side of things because I felt like I could loose something just like that. Its probably why I don’t let myself become attached to anyone anymore. That sounds harsh, and maybe it is, but people come and people go and its always going to be like that. I don’t really want to think like that but its become natural by now and its hard to really have what I used to. Well there’s the winning memory. I had to sort through a few but that’s one that has affected my life.
ReplyDeleteMy worst childhood memory was when my parents went out one night for a work party and left us with my aunts. At the time I was around 8 years old. It was late at night around 10ish and it was me, my 3 brothers, and my 2 cousins that came with my aunts. Me and my brothers shared a room at the time and had bunk beds, so thats where we were with our cousins while our aunts where in my parents room. Next thing we know me and my cousin gil heard something coming from downstairs so we went to tell our aunts. They told us to just lean over the stairs and check to see if we saw anything. Me and gil told our aunt that we saw somebody and we were scared so they told us to go wake everyone up really quietly and come to my parents room. At the time I was young and my aunts spoke no type of english so after we started getting everyone in the room i peeked over the stairs again and I saw the two men in dark clothes in the kitchen getting knifes. I was scared and had no idea what to do but I saw them coming toward the stairs to come up. All of us had piled up in a room except my older brother, he sleeps like he's dead, he does not wake up to save his life. Unfoutunatly when I went to my parents room my oldest brother stayed in ours and luckily he was under thousands of covers. So the men come up the stairs and head for the rooms and thank god they didn't even see my brother because they walked right past him and didn't check his bed. But once they came to my parents room they heard us, at this house our room was right next to our parents and the bathroom was right in the middle and it connected both rooms. Even though we locked the door the one door leading to the bathroom doesnt lock from our side. So all I remember was the guys pulling and pulling the doors trying to get in and my aunts and cousins where holding on to the doors tight pulling harder to not let them in. I was scared to death trying to hold on to one of the doors until I saw the phone. I picked it up right away and dialed my dad's number and im guessing the guy heard me on the phone because they both ran out. By the time my dad came and the police came we were scared but safe and of course my brother was still asleep and didn't know what happened. It shaped a few things like the fact that I now know that anything can happen at anytime and it can sometimes be the worst thing alive. For example when my house got robbed by my brothers best friend, that was unexpected and bad. Honestly I have had worst experiances but opening up to say them isn't truley what I do unless I trust the person I am telling. I've had plenty of life experiance that honestly just shaped me to think differently then the way i used to. I use to think I could be who I wanted and everyone has a chance to prove themselves. But now I honestly don't trusts anyone but myself, i hate showing my emotions because it makes me feel like I have a weakness, i dont believe anyone and don't talk about my problems, and I only feel safe when its me and my music. With the things i've put up with and the stuff thats happened to me or around me I always told myself and believed that "a pretty face and painted smile cover all the pain you can feel". It's true though, what people say, that the hardest times shape you to be who you are and shape you to be a better person. Even though I hold in myself sometimes I know my experiances shaped me to be the person I am today and I love myself for that reason and i wouldn't change anything about my childhood.
ReplyDeleteMy childhood memory would be when my grandfather died. Although that might seem as a horrible memory, it's not because it made me think about a lot. He was my best friend when i was a little kid but then he passed away. The memories of him shaped how I am today because he taught be to never be afraid. He told to face things instead of running away from them. I am the kind of person that if you make me mad I'm not afraid to open my mouth because I'm not just going to sit there and just watch people say or do things because they think I won't do anything. I would always run to him for everything and he would tell me not to worry about it that everything will be fine and that I am a strong girl and to never let anyone bring you down because I'm better than that. It doesn't change the way I act towards people only that I have respect for myself and no one will change that. No one will change the way i am because I will never let my guard down for anyone because if I do I get hurt. That's when I remember what he said and that is how I became stronger because I no longer let people step all over me because they will either take advantage of that and look at you as a weak target. It doesn't change the way I look myself, I might have before but not now because now I consider myself to be stronger than I was before in the past. I was able to do that by looking back and remember everything he has said and taught me as a child. This is why I thank him and was and still is the most important person in my life although he us no longer here.
ReplyDeleteOne childhood memory I have that changed my life in a way; and is not too personal to share, was getting into a car accident. It was a rainy morning and I am guessing I was about four because I was not in school. My mom was driving my oldest brother to high school because he woke up late. At the time, we had a van so I was sitting all the way in the back while my mom yelled at brother for no waking up on time in the front. I remember thinking, “I am almost five and I’m a big girl now. I don’t need to wear a seatbelt.” but a few minutes later I put in on because I had a weird feeling. Almost a minute after I put it on my mom slid off the road and our van flipped over. I was of course scared to death but my brother told me to undo my seatbelt and crawl to the front of the van and to avoid the broken glass. I came out crying and scared holding onto my mom and brother’s hands. A police officer came a little bit later and gave me a teddy bear (that I still have) to make me feel better. After that, I always knew to go with my gut and just because I am a “big girl” now does not mean that bad things will not happen. I look back on it and I am thankful I listened to that feeling or who knows what would have happened to me. It changed how I make decisions and that your gut feeling is usually right.
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood memory had to be when I was in the 6th grade. That was when I notice I was going to be a pretty good basketball player. I was playing in the city wide 5th & 6th grade elementary league. I went to Dr. Martin Luther King School Complex. Our team was pretty good. We lost in the game before the championship.
ReplyDeleteOne game at home we were playing Uptown School Complex. I was having a real good game. I finished the game with 34 points, that was the most points I have every scored in my life to today. That was the day when I realized I was going to be good. I put on a show in the gym that day. My dad was even their to see score so many points. I would say that was my most memorable childhood memory that’s has me still chasing the dream today.
I’m glad that this is this week’s blog question because I have the perfect example for this. When I was younger the neighborhood I live in now used to be very bad. Not so much anymore now that everyone moved out of this place. When I was younger I used to go outside a lot during the summer. We used to do some bad things when we were little. It was never my idea; I just followed along to be “cool.” I never really felt cool doing the things that I used to do though. Smashing people’s windows and mailboxes wasn’t a good idea at all. This is why this is my most memorable childhood memory. This is my most memorable childhood memory because I look back and think to myself, what was I thinking? Once I hit high school is when I changed for the better. I was way to grown to be doing them kind of things anymore. I put myself in the other people’s point of view and think that I wouldn’t be so happy if people did that to me. Others didn’t think like that but I did.
ReplyDeleteThe neighborhood i used to live in was really bad like to the point were there was a cop on evey cornor of the street. Thats how bad it was so one day i was playing out side of my house on the play ground and i seen these two guys walking out back of my house and i was wondering what they were doing so i waited a min and then followed them. Wellbad idea what happed next was quit shocking for me being so little.. the next thing i know two gun shots went off and the one guy hit the ground. I was so scard like i dont even know what was going throw my head but i never went bcak to that play ground again. Here to find out everyone herd that the killing was over a bad drug deal. so i made my self a promiss that i would never get caught up in drugs or have anything to do with people thAT do them.... This is the most memoriable childhood memorie because not on;y could i have gottten shot but something seriously bad could have happened as well
ReplyDeleteI'd have to say my most memorable childhood memory came when I was 3 years old. My mom and dad got into an arguement and my dad was leaving the house for the last time. I got in front of the door and begged him not to leave. He picked me up told me he loved me and that he had to go. That was the last time i saw my parents together.
ReplyDeleteIt made me change the way I look at people as far as that saying certain things can lead to bad consequences so I try to watch what I say.
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ReplyDeletehonestly im the baby in he family so i get treated like crap, no lie. i wish i was the oldest. it sucks being the baby of the family because im coming after two brilliant siblings that have there heads set striaght, but me.. im slacking on a lot of things im not going to lie. its callled going through a life change. i do not really remember my childhood as far as stages, but i do remember a little from how i was raised thats for sure. my grandmother was always there for me as iwas for her. i remember from the time i turnes 3 to litterally 8th grade i would sleep over her house every friday, eat spagettti and watch a movie. i wuv my grandma! with all my heart. she always told me i was too nice and that 'no' wasnt in my vocabulary, and to never let anyone especially a guy to walk all over me. shes the best, indeed she is! she is the reason why im a big push over to this dayy!!
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