Pages tagged with Memories From Childhood

Remembering when Autumn winds arrive memories always resurface of those summers of years past.
My memories this is totally fictional Don't apply it to yourselves
My childhood memories are funny and trilling the things I did, all for the love of trees.
Getting on a bit now and the dear old wife passed on a few years back. It's Christmas Day and the sleet is turning to snow. It's funny that, I can make believe it's the bad weather stopping family and people coming round to wish me a happy Christmas. But I've got my memories and some ...
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.
I have a hard time speaking of my parents and yet, my children, have a need to know these things I have buried away inside. My son and I went to Los Angles to hear a band that was playing there. On the way home he asked me about mother and I froze
A memory ingrained only You may make any comment you feel like but first feel the pain
Memories of a bye gone era that could manifest today and rekindle societies balance.
Thinking of my brother, My mind wonders back to when we were kids, to a house that is no longer there and to parents waiting on the other side.
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A poem that invokes nostalgia and recapitulates the cherished moments of your childhood, we all try to move on but can't help looking back!
The story of a Men in Black experience I had when I was a child. There were no actual Men in Black, but it's a memory repression story similar to those I've read.
A memoir is a record of one’s life and it can take on a variety of formats. If you’ve been contemplating writing your memoirs, here are some helpful tips to get you started.
this articles its about how i pass the xmas at my hometown, and i got sweet memories from those wonderful years.
Who live in memories..let us be pragmatic about our lives as on mom Earth we live Forget the tomorrows ...in unknown Spiritual heavens... Amen.
After over three decades two best friends from high school are reunited after losing track of one another. The secrets they never were able to share back then are about each are now truly remarkable and ongoing!
In today's final installment of Chapter 4, just prior to my high school graduation some devastating changes happen to shake up my world during my senior year.
As I begin high school, I'm all too aware, concerned, and confused about my emotional and physical attraction to my male fellow classmates, but I don't know what to do about it.
As I begin wrestling class in junior high school, I also start to notice how much I enjoy the physical contact with the other boys. Uh oh??!!
As the 3rd Chapter closes we find my mother announcing that she is finished with the neighborhood (meaning "feuding with the neighbors"), and that we are looking to move.
As I enter my upper elementary grades the school would like to bump me up a grade level, but not everyone in the household is in agreement on the subject.
In a very dark & difficult chapter the author relates a difficult beating AND an emotional run-in that his mother has with the next-door neighbor.
My mom's personal skirmishes with other people cause family upheaval which has unintended beneficial results for me (thank the Lord).
As I begin elementary school, I experience freedom while my mother struggles with finding her balance for control over things of which she really has little.
As Chapter Two progresses and concludes my mom puts on public displays of anger in the mid-50's that would have Child Protective Services on her doorstep today. Times and attitudes change, thankfully.
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