Essays about Memories

About one year ago I remember hearing about some very awful news. My grandmother had died suddenly. In my mind it was impossible that this could happen. No one who was close to me had ever died before. It was even harder to believe because my grandmother had been much more healthy than her husband….

While speaking on the phone with my best friend Gavin, he informed me that he and his girlfriend, Caty, were planning to attend our High School’s homecoming dance in Lakewood. Gavin is known for being tall and having brown hair and glasses, whereas Caty is shorter with light brown hair. It was at my previous…

Medical student Sunita is driven by curiosity to study the case of Sanjay Singhania, who is afflicted with short-term memory loss. She wants to investigate the curious case of Sanjay Singhania , a (former) notable city businessman, who is reported to have anterograde amnesia. Her professor denies access to Sanjay’s records as it is currently…

Having been born and raised in South America, a continent abundant in mountains, rivers, forests, beaches, and valleys, my upbringing exposed me to the hot and humid climate of my tropical country. To adapt to these conditions, I have developed a personal style which consists of wearing a considerable white (sometimes blue) t-shirt paired with…

Trout Lake is located near the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York, surrounded by massive white birch and maple tress, beautiful meadows, and crystal clear water, so clear you can almost see the bottom. It was a place to get away from everyday life, for the weekend or just for a week or two. Trout…

In a blink of an eye, my 13 years of schooling vanished like magic. Throughout the past four years, I have formed incredible bonds with individuals such as Ricky, Tyler, Tim, Derrick, Emily, Shaylyn, and Ricky once again. Each one of you has profoundly influenced the person I am today and who I aspire to…

When I look over all my old toys, memories of being a child come flooding back; from playing in the woods to swimming in the Sauchi. These remind me of what it was like to be a child. The feeling of absolute freedom and no stress or responsibility. All you do is play until its…

“Kang. over here! ” Dylan. my best friend. called me when I was looking for my friends after my female parent had sent me to the railroad station and left with her “5-years old” auto. Aware of the sound. my eyes instantly darted to him and so the other buddies. Suddenly. a smile of felicity…