Essays on My Childhood Page 2

“No! Don’t cross that bridge! Your life will be in danger!” The words nobody expects to hear from anyone in a serious situation. That day was about as meaningful than any other day in my life. Let’s take it back to when I was a child. My Name is Alex and this is how me…

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 close-knit family.  I remember…

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…

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…

The circumstances of my childhood are illustrated by my eighth-grade promotion ceremony. I stood there alongside my fellow students, under the scorching evening sun. The line whittled down student by student: a name was called, a roar of applause came from the audience, the student was provided with a certificate, and they proceeded to walk…