My Childhood Short Essay

I suggested it would be most suitable if we took shelter under thick trees or even in some cave. Inside we found an old half-naked bearded man sitting and trembling (shaking from weakness and cold).

At first, I was afraid, and we all wanted to turn back, but he called us in.

Every person, no matter how old he is, has a large and bulky database of his earlier memories.

The human mind is constructed so that it is able to recollect thousands of events, millions of people, whom we meet during our life journey, and billions of details.

Every door in the house was fitted with wobbly crystal doorknobs. My brother and I would sleep in the small bedroom off the kitchen—the very room our mom shared with her own brother growing up in the north side of Chicago.

I can picture myself reaching way down into Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies.It was really a very enjoyable journey through a valley to the garden.There were beautiful hills around, covered with green trees and fresh lovely plants.I loved visiting my grandma’s apartment, with its fringed window shades and faint smell of eucalyptus.Her desk drawers, lined in green felt, spilled over with card decks, cocktail napkins, and golf tees.You may not remember about it, though it put its stamp on you. We tried to shed light on this issue in the next childhood memory essay.Just Amnesia The childhood memories tend to fade with the course of time.Some of my classmates and I went on foot to an orange garden some four miles away from the city.It was perhaps 8 in the morning when we started with some packets of food in our hands.I have one, which impressed me greatly and left the lasting impression in my young head.It’s too safe to say that this memory was my first one, though now I think that I really remember nothing about my childhood except this day.

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