Essays on My Childhood

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…

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…

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…

When I was about 9 years old I remembered saving shoe boxes and collecting them so that I could use them to create room designs. I had stacks of them in my bedroom closet. I would collect anything around the house to use as furniture, I even had a collection of bottle caps to use…

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…

Since the day I was born, my doll Eedee has played a major role in my life. From nap time to snack time, she was always with me, held tight in my hands. Then, she looked fresh, out-of-the-box, brand new; now, however, after having been through conversations and stormy nights, she is in half the…

I was five. He was six. When we first found out we had to hold hands during the second scene of the Christmas Pageant we both had the same response, EW Gross! Josh and I had known each other basically all of our lives. Our grandparents were friends, our parents were friends and even our…

Shortly after the beginning of the book, Peekay is put into an environment where everyone is evil, all the male childs are barbarous and bias, the grownups hate him for being smart, and because he is English. He is beaten every forenoon for wetting his bed by Mever ; Mever seems to look frontward 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…