Pages tagged with Childhood Memories

Once upon a time there were fields where children laughed and cried and played their games. As time rolled on the industrial revolution took away the the fields and woods near. then small towns and villages. As children grew old and were replaced by other children a new culture emerge...
Placing our trust in a higher power will help to build strong faith and this will motivate us to develop our self belief or self confidence......
Many parents will tell us that their children are just lazy, they do not want to study, they are interested in things other than school, they are just plain naughty or are not bright enough. But is this true?
A chapter in the life of my childhood growing up with a schizophrenic mother as my only guardian
Welcome to my first page! My writing is going to be based on my experiences and thoughts in life... I have no qualifications and left school at 12 years old without barely being able to read or write. I have come a long way and feel i want to speak up with hope that i can inspire ot...
A poem about a lifetime and more lived under an old Sycamore tree.
Revisits Urban Legends and Childhood Memories of Chicago
I feel blessed to have siblings. We made many memories together. There's one in particular that my brother loves to share; the day I saved his life.
In childhood, everyone had fantasy about several areas of knowledge. Can you recall them? This nicely rhymed poem is a nostalgic recall of that silly thoughts ....just have a look.......
A Lancashire Heeler dog saved a sinking baby. Can you believe it? It's happened in a small village in Bangladesh. We know that in the western world, dog is a great friend for most of the people specially in the old age. They use to keep the dogs from different species. However this s...
A child is a precious pearl which should be adored but they are abused, cursed and ill-treated. This poem is all about the sentiment of a child and the treatment of a well literate society.
Understanding their feelings and identifying their imperatives enable the teacher to address their deepest needs. Presumably, touches the students' inner self especially at the crucial stage of the child’s life. This, I’m referring to, is the early childhood education which I beli...
The life of a child may be in danger at any time, although we do not know these things, because we can always leave or do not have time, when you see something that is wrong must act.
Nobody can give us a smile every day, no matter how hard they try, if I can be very careless in to hope for eternal light every day is too hard to dream about beautiful moments when we can not have.
A hello to the community, and a short journey through childhood,
There’s a wooden trolley with wheels from an old pram, string on the front axle to steer. My trusty blue spud gun sits next a potato with loads of holes in it, so I steal another one. And a brass oil can used on my bike chain and wheels, had a little pump on the top of it.
The story of Tom and the old, blind man.. Tom helps him and always try to make his parents happy till now.
A child's memory the summer that she experienced her first roller coaster ride.
The first of my Wonderful Birth Giver blogs to help unite all moms. Remember the moment you became a Wonderful Birth Giver for the first time? The joy you felt and the fear of the unknown. To the new Wonderful Birth Givers, that feeling never goes away and enjoy it! To all the newly e...
There was a time when my parents took me to church on slow days, until Dad's forty-nine Chevy broke down, we only lived a block away. By now all the siblings had left home except old Green Eyes who I was secretly at war with. Of course, her being 17 and so much bigger than I at 7, all...
I was born at 4 A.M. on January 28th, in the L D S Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. I was an only child with 12 brothers and sisters, all of whom were half brothers and sisters who I had never met at the time.
A pet can make the humdrum of old age lively. Even the thought is enough to kindle the memoirs to give you enough warmth in the old age where the husband and wife are dependent more than ever in life.
Our loving son! Some poet showed his beautiful sons face as a baby face So my contribution for the beautiful one
Felipe and Mona have mixed feelings on the last day of school.
It was a cloudy day. At noon I was walking alone, suddenly I heard fearful shouts of some children. I rushed to the source of the sound. It was the bank of a nearby pond. Four children were shouting loudly standing there
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