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My Earliest Memory #424
I was three, four or five.
At Cape Cod in the winter when it’s snowy.
A fight with snow ends and we went to go get warm.
I smiled and my father said, “Monty, what happens to your tooth?”
Submitted by Montaina.
My Earliest Memory #423
I was about 2 or 3 years old and I was sitting there watching TV at my Grandma’s house.
My mom and dad were there and I saw the little buttons on the TV so i tried to pick them off but my dad put the coffee table in front of the TV.
But I still got to them so they just let me do it till they were gone and I couldn’t do it anymore.
Submitted by Leann.
My Earliest Memory #422
I was only in 3rd grade and 8 yrs old at the time this happened.
I first joined my school’s boys and girls club and we went to the computer lab.
All I did was watch YouTube when I saw other people playing Minecraft.
I decided to give it a try but I wanted to be in creative mode so I asked someone and instead of switching from Survival to Creative, I only typed in creative under survival mode.
I wanted to fly and someone had to do it for me.
Now I know lots more about the game and how I might start a YouTube channel.
Submitted by Stefano.
My Earliest Memory #421
I was five and I went to be babysat by my mom’s friend.
When I was being babysat, I watched TV and played video games with her son.
Also, one time they bought me McDonald’s on my last day there.
Submitted by Mohamed Kaba.
My Earliest Memory #420
It was a spring or summer day.
We had our old couch, the purple one, which we gave away a few years from the current day, (not exactly).
We were sitting on the floor, our backs leaning into the plush couch in our living room.
My sister and I were just sitting.
All of the sudden she slapped herself across the face; mind you, it wasn’t very hard, but it was easy to hear from the kitchen.
“Ryann slapped me, dad!”
“No, I didn’t!”
We had started another one of our pointless arguments
I won though, the more innocent knows the story, and wins it.
(Go toddler power!)
Submitted by Ryann.
My Earliest Memory #419
I was 3-4 (not sure which).
I was on my tricycle and my parents were packing or unloading (didn’t know if we were moving in or out).
I was in the back yard and I saw my brother riding his bike down the road with his friend.
My sister was pushing me on the tricycle because I think we were on grass.
I don’t know why I remember this memory, I’ve just held on to it since I was five for some reason.
Submitted by Mohammed.
My Earliest Memory #418
When I got my first cat and I was about five or six and I remember this so much cause I wanted a cat.
My uncle gave it to my brother but my brother said we could share the cat and I was really happy about that.
Submitted by Sheila Ryan.
My Earliest Memory #417
I was about 2 ½, and I was going to my mom’s friend’s wedding.
It was late at night, and my dad was trying to get me to sleep, but I kept getting up and dancing.
Eventually, my grandparents had to take me back to the hotel so I could sleep, which I was not happy about.
Submitted by Ellie.
My Earliest Memory #416
I think I was three, but another age would not surprise me.
The lighting in my memories from this time was often very dim, but this one has soul.
The cake was absolutely perfect.
It was a huge, one layered, chocolate cake with a beautiful black cat on it.
I asked for it two years in a row.
Submitted by N.
Creative Writing, "Memories Of My Childhood"
The memories of my early childhood are like scattered, partially lost pieces of a huge mosaic. I am only five, and instead of sleeping late like other kids would do, I don't want to stay in bed, don't want to miss the mystery, the beauty of the world's awakening. My older brother and cousins are up already and drag their bare feet on the wooden floor. I still can vividly picture that floor- old, caved in, coated with brown paint a thousand times, the floor in my Grandma's house.
The memories of my childhood are my Grandma. It's the smell of the bread, she baked every morning. My memories are the feelings of happiness, peace, kindness and care. It's the perception of the surrounding world through love I was given and love I was taught.
My grandmother usually got up very early. As a child I used to think that after she woke up, she was pulling the sleepyhead rooster to make him announce to the world a new day started. Grandma's morning began in the kitchen. I could hear fussy noises of knives banging on the table, rumbling pots. Everything that came from that kitchen was magically tasty and always delicious, because my Grandma used a secret recipe for everything. The secret recipe is called "Love". I remember her soft, warm hands, her smiling with rays of wrinkles in the corner of her eyes, her quiet gentle laughter and love.
We used to go to my grandma's every summer. For me, it was the best time of the year. The summer at Grandparents' meant to be away from the city, lost in the steppes and endless fields, welcomed us with its friendly people who knew streets straight and parallel, lined up with nice-looking little houses.
One summer my cousins and I decided that we were grown ups and definitely ready for something adventurous. We held our strategic meeting and decided to explore the enemy location and visit the Gypsy encampment. Every year at the end of April the Gypsies set up their camp outside the village and with accompaniment of tin whistles and tambourines presented to the locals and exotic and unknown life. Gypsies would tend grazing cattle of the inhabitants of the village. People gave some money, food and clothes to the herdsmen, but villager did not like Gypsies. People were somewhat prejudiced towards them and tried to avoid them as much as possible. Villagers were afraid of Gypsies because they did not know them. It was forbidden for kids to hang around Gypsies. Our Grandma never said a word about staying away from the tribe people; she respected our desire to make friends with them. We never got permission to do so but we did not have any rules to break, so we kids decided to go to the Gypsies encampment and...
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