CHILD Some believes that whoever and whatever you are when you’re old it would always reflect of what kind of child you were before. Not all of us have a good memory when we were a child. We had different experiences and it would always be private and secret unless we would like to uncover …
The Childhood of Two Generations: My childhood vs. My parents’ All I know about my parents’ childhood came from the story that my grandparents told me, and some old pictures that my parents showed me. Even if they have seen the pictures, the memories of their childhood still fade from their minds. I felt that …
My Childhood Experiences Living in a place where everyone knows everyone was great in some ways but not at all times. It was freaky knowing that your neighbor knew what you ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Growing up with only a mother and brother had it ups and downs. It made us a …
I was seven years old when I started to hear the explosions. Soldiers came to each house to search for weapons. As a child living in Baghdad living through a war adversely affected me. The city was very dangerous, so my parents decided to move to another town where all my family gathered together in …
We normally do not forget what we experience in childhood especially the embarrassing and the roughest ones. With an elder brother for a sibling I have had my share of embarrassing as well as rough moments. I had only an elder brother to look up to. No sisters and no cousins. It was just me …
A poem I have recently read and enjoyed is ‘Glasgow 5th march 1971’ by Edwin Morgan. It is about a young couple who have been pushed into a jeweller’s window as two youths try to rob a shop on Sauchiehall Street late at night. Two drivers witness this crime and turn a blind eye to …
“Looking back on a childhood filled with events and memories, I find it rather difficult to pick on that leaves me with the fabled “warm and fuzzy feelings. ” As a first daughter of a workaholic man, I actually felt the little sadness of being a child. When my father got home from his work, …
The icy air whistles around my ears, causing my skin to tingle and sting. My fingers and toes are going numb while I’m walking through the deep, thick snow. Snug inside my many layers of clothes, nothing can spoil the overwhelming feeling of being taken back to my childhood winter days. The urge to make …
It was a green universe where I was born. I was born and raised in a little town which could about cognize as countryside. Now. the little town has already collapsed and turned into a developing-city. It is so sad that I can merely remember my childhood yearss in my head alternatively of sing the …
