Her well-stocked pantry and doily-covered tabletops contained loads of delectable treats I was often denied at home: .
Still, there are significant moments in our lives that maintain their place in our memory, based on their importance and their contribution to our lives.
My life was forever impacted on a Summer day when my father and I had a fishing trip planned.
[tags: Family, Grandparent, Mother, Father] - Childhood memories are often replaced from the imagination.
That is, recent memories replace events that transpired during our childhood; these memories are considered fresh by comparison.
I loved visiting my grandma’s apartment, with its fringed window shades and faint smell of eucalyptus.
Her desk drawers, lined in green felt, spilled over with card decks, cocktail napkins, and golf tees.
Every door in the house was fitted with wobbly crystal doorknobs. My brother and I would sleep in the small bedroom off the kitchen—the very room our mom shared with her own brother growing up in the north side of Chicago.
I can picture myself reaching way down into Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies.
There are the some of the recollections that rush up to my mind when I think of my childhood.
- One of my earliest childhood memories was my maternal relatives, my mother, and I embarking on the process of leaving our homeland; waiting for hours in lines that never seemed to conclude everytime we go to the American embassy, hiding from the check ups and formidable butt shots that my older cousins told me about, and experiencing the thrilling first flight during the typhoon season.