At some point, I will probably write an OP about crappy childhood memories that shaped my life etc etc, blah blah blah...Everybody has a story and for better or worse, our childhoods are what set us on the path to adulthood. Sometimes the harder and more painful they are, the better off we become-- as crazy as that sounds. Sometimes, the opposite happens. It all depends on the person, the memory, the childood etc.
So, this week, I would like you to dig deep and think about your most memorable childhood moment.
What was it?
Did it shape the way you look at things, the way you act toward people and the way you look at yourself?
Why?
This is obviously a hard question considering remembering memories is difficult at times. I would have to say my most childhood memory is my backyard. Our family has had the best times in our backyard and it is a relaxing place to be. I remember the cookouts, music, and good times. Sports and exercise is crucial and for the most part, mandatory in my family so we were burning off the food by playing basket ball, horseshoe throwing, or throwing balls...footballs and baseballs that is. Spending all day outside almost every weekend is considered memories to me because not only is it family time, but it is time well spent. Being productive while having fun. It's the little things that count. Those are about the broadest most memorable memories without singling out any or leaving important memories behind.
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ReplyDeleteHmm, I have an uneventful life and a very bad memory (and a couple supposed repressed memories), so my 'moment' might be a little lame in comparison to the others. My most memorable childhood moment would probably be triggering debug mode on 'Sonic the Hedgehog 2' by accident. I was around 6 at the time and trying to hook up the Sega Genesis to the TV. I was messing with the wires and pushing buttons and finally got it hooked up. I started the level and began to run. I pressed jump and Sonic suddenly turned into a ring. I pressed another button and summoned a waterfall. A grin appeared on my face and I proceeded to clutter the zone with sprites. In case you didn't know, debug mode is when you have total control of the game; you can create levels, delete enemies and stop the time to always get the 30 second bonus. There are a couple ways to enter debug mode. One is to play these sounds from the level select screen: 1, 9, 9, 2, 1, 1, 2, and 4 (in that order). Then hold A and press Start to start. The other way is to hack it by taking apart the cartridge and changing the code. However, I triggered it by chance, which is near impossible. The probability is less than 00.0000001%. It had no effect on me at the time, but now I realize that as long as a possibility exists, hope is not lost. It changed the way I look at things and contributed to who I am today. Never say impossible, because nothing is certain. "Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna to get"
ReplyDeletethe only thing that i can remember about my childhood is being teased because it stuck with me for years to this day i still remember everything that people said and everyone that said it. all through elementary school i was bullied and tease about my weight i was very pretty at least thats what my mom said lol but i never got the attention like other girls did like most of my friends i remember like in the 5th grade they made a not and hott list and i was on it but ont he not part.when middle school came around i lost alot of weight and all they boys that use to tease me wanted to be my boyfriend all of a sudden and they started to give me alot of attention but this time the attention was good . now that i look back at it i think it did have a big effect on my life because i consantly stay on diets and my apperance means more to me than any thing i know thats sound bad and thats not how it should be but its like the teasing bruised me very badly and now its a scar that will probably never go away before i use to be very nice i had all types of friends but now im a very mean nasty person but thats just the way i am and i cant change that i tried believe me. i dont know why the things that people say hurt my feelings because everybodys not perfect i may be a little bigger then the average teenage girl but soo what. things that people say shoudnt effect the way i feel about myself but i cant help it cause i am human and it does hurt !
ReplyDeleteThe most memorable childhood memory I have is going hunting and fishing with my grandfather everyday. Ever since I was in kindegarden Ive been hunting. I haven’t been able to go physicall shoot a gun or bow since then but ive been able to go in deer staind an watch my grandfather shoot a deer. When I was old enough to shoot and everything I got my lisence. For fishing I’ve been doing that since I was three. I got my first rod when I was two and still have that same rod to this day. I used to get picked up from school to go hunting and fishing. Yea hunting and fishing shaped the way I am today. I am a very angry person. I think of very violent things like all the time. Wether its towards my self or other people. But when I’m fishing and hunting I’m at peace. That is the only times when I’m not thinking violent thoughts. It’s the time I feel safe and truly at one with myself. Yes it affects the way I act towards people. When I’m at school and places I’m forced to deal with people. When I’m fishing or hunting or in the woods I want to talk to people. I’m at peace. Here people just want to start stuff with you just to get you trouble. So when I’m hunting and fishing that is the place where no one can get to me where no matter what people say the don’t arrgivate me. Yes it does when I’m out in public with people and I get arrgivated I have to think of hunting and fishing so I stay calm. The way I look at myself is when I’m out in public is that everyone is better then me. That because someone has more money then me they are more of a success then me. But when I’m hunting or fishing I feel like I’m king of world. That nobody can make me feel bad. That nothing can take me away from my freedom and my peace.
ReplyDeleteMy childhood was different because I moved so many times and went to countless schools. But my most memorable childhood memory was when I was 7 and my dad surprised us with a trip to Disney World. As corney as that sounds it's my most memorable moment. We thought it was a trip to my uncle's house, the drive was from Erie, PA to Jacksonville,FL. I remember the overwhelming joy, excitement, and happiness I felt. There was so much to do and only one day to do it, I didn't know what to do first. At the end of the day I remember thinking I wouldn't have a perfect day like that again, till this day I don't think I have. It was a day I will never forget.
ReplyDeleteAny time someone wants to talk about childhood memories I always seem to have one that jumps into my mind. Through out my childhood my father has played a huge role in my life whether I admit to it in public or not. My father has always been the person that best understands me and my brothers and was always there to bail our butts out of tight situations (trust me with a house full of 4 boys there are a lot). So anytime I think of my childhood I think of my dad and when I think of my dad I think of this memory. I was probably eight years old and I was constantly in pain due to severe stomach cramps and I would vomit all the time. After being test on for multiple problems my doctors found out that I was lactose intolerant. Since I was only eight years old you can imagine I was a little upset and thought it was the end of the world. However, I can remember one summer night I was sighting on our front steps getting eaten alive by mosquitoes and feeling pretty bummed out. I turned to see my father coming through the front door to see what the problem was. I told him my life was over because of me being lactose intolerant. My dad looked at me and plainly told me to stop whining (bet you didn’t see that one coming). My dad continued on talking about how there are kids all over the world with problems ten times worse than what I am going through. He said that there are kids fighting against cancer right now and in a much worse situation than me. I looked at my father and had nothing to say so I simply looked at him and nodded. My father than patted my back, smiled and me and went back inside to avoid the massive bugs outside. It may sound like a harsh way to get a point across, but that was my dad and he knew it worked because shortly after that I never complained about the little stuff unless I wanted some attention. That moment changed me though because it helped prevent me from becoming a snot nose whining kid. I can’t stand listening to people complain all the time especially over worthless things. The way I figure it is life sucks you just have to take the hand god dealt you and move on. That’s the way my dad taught me and I was more dads would teach their kids the same.
ReplyDeleteMy childhood was a great one in my view. But the one memory I think stands out the most and in my opinion shaped how I would look at things, people and at myself was my trip to the Dominican Republic. That trip shaped how I would live the rest of my life because it showed me how lucky I am to be living in a house with four walls and a roof that wouldn't be flying off in a storm. It also showed me that I shouldn't be worried of the small things and the things that worry me at one point in time. That trip also showed me that no matter what I can make a difference as long as I set my goals high and keep my head in the right place. The whole reason why I thought this memory shaped my life was primarily because the whole reason I went to the Dominican Republic was to make a difference in the life of my grandfather who lived in that country almost all of his life. A difference which in the end showed to be very positive in the long run. That is why this childhood memory is the one that has had the most impact on me and the way I want to live my life.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the most memorable moment of my childhood would be my parents spliting up. Because of that alot of my life changed. For starters we moved all the way to Georgia away from my family. I had to start over with everything including friends, school, meet family I didn't even know I had, and just get ajusted to the new environment. Any little kid thats going through their parents splitting up is likely to have difficulty with the situation. I used to always look at it as the world was gonna end and it was all my fault. I just didn't like any of what was going on. I think that the whole mom/dad situation is the reason I'm the way I am when it comes to relationships and the way I treat people. I'm not really sure exactly how to explain it but I try to give my all and be serious about relationships. I don't wanna feel like time is being wasted or have a bad relationship. I hate girlfriend hopping, I'd rather just be in one stable relationship. I've also become somewhat of a mediator I guess. Idk, thats what I think
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood moment would be going to my grandparents every weekend. It was the best all my aunts and uncles would be there with all my cousins. I would have so much fun running around in my grand pops yard it was huge and they always had some sort of animal whether it be bunnies, a dog, or even a bunch of cats running around. I don’t think it really shaped the way I look at things. I didn’t shape the way I look at things because it wasn’t really a lesson it was just be running around till my legs wouldn’t move anymore. I just think that I always used to have so much fun there that it stuck in my mind till now. It possibly made me more social because I was always running around with a bunch of different kids and wasn’t afraid to say what was on my mind. Also being around 7 I was always nervous to talk to adults but having such a large family I had to get over that fear quick. So yes I think it helped me talk to my elders in a proper manner. It didnt make me look at myself any different I just think I was a pretty badass little kid. I grew up in a family with all boys and the only girl was my sister so I was more of a tom boy growing up, but I grew out of that around middle school.
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood memory would definitely have to be our family vacations. When I was younger our family used to take annual vacations to Florida (Disney World). We have a ouse in Florida and whenever we go into that part we always stay there. I was always happy when we went on our vacations. No matter what the circumstance or how mad my mom and dad were at each other, they always stuck it out so we could go on our vacations. My brothers and my sisters were my best friends and I know I say this often but if I never have another friend I know I have them. On the 15 hour car rides there, we would always talk about what was going on in our lives and get everyone elses perspectives. We built up each others confidence and made each other feel wanted. Because of my strong family bond it made it easier for me to befriend other people, which at times wasn't always the best thing but it was a lesson that I had to learn. We were all very sheltered so it made us a little naive and some times we got our feelings hurt. It definitely shaped the person I am today because in a way they made me who I am. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't have came out of my shell (shyness) and would have been a little nerd with my head in a book, not necessarily a bad thing but it's not me. I didn't have the best childhood but it certainly wasn't the worst.
ReplyDeleteI have many memorable childhood memories. My childhood was very interesting, and active. I usually pick the memories that were just plain fun, but I realized that one was more important then all the others, that one was the one that I could say influenced my actions towards people, and the way I look at myself.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember the day I was born in Atlantic City Hospital, I do remember the summers as a child coming to the United States and being on vacation. Then one summer before the start of second grade, near August we usually would start organizing the dates that we go back to Egypt to prepare for school. In 1999, we never did, and next thing I know is that I'm starting school in the United States, and I don't know the American English. My first day at the bus stop was weird to me from the beginning, because I had a driver in Egypt that drove me to my school which was a private school. This also would be my first time without uniform, and I was not the popular kid. In Egypt, I was kind of the girl that was so different, and that everyone wanted to be friends with yet secretly hated since I was an American born. This made me an outcast, yet in the U.S. my lack of English, and with cultural differences, I was also an outcast, just not even in a good way. I realized that Americans weren't so nice, and that being a minority was not going to be fun. My parents sheltered me, yet my dad taught me to always fight back, stand strong, and get even. He never wanted anyone to step on me, and that I would ever feel that I was not good enough.
This experience influenced my actions because though I lacked confidence and self esteem, I always had to "act" like I was this invincible figure, one that was proud. It helped me that no one would be able to mess with me, even though there was bullying attempts on me. The way that this changed me, looking at myself was that I knew I was a fake most of the time. No one could call my bluff that I would be hurt, or offended but all that built up inside of me, and it made me a not so good person, which I can look in the mirror and say that I am the way I am for these "reasons" now I need to come up with new reasons to change myself for the better.
My memeory from my childhood would defiantly be me moving from New York to New Jersey. It's was hard for me to moving from brooklyn to mayslanding. You go from hood to woods seriously. I moved to mayslanding because my mom wanted a better live for me. So we moved from Brooklyn when I was going into the 8th grade. It's was hard for me too move because I had to make new friends and see different people. I actually live with my aunt and uncle me and my mom moved in with them so I could have a better live instead of me being on the street. With If I was leave there today I would be selling drugs or be in jail no lie. The reason why is because I chilled with the wrong group of people. I am some what happy that I move here to start my new life. I am doing good for my mom because since we moved out here I did what my ask me too do and that was making it into a college. I have made her wish by getting accepted to Virgina State. I am happy that I am going to college as my mom is. To conclued what I am saying is my memory was good because it came out to be a sad but good outcome.
ReplyDeleteMy most memorable childhood moment is kind of bad. It’s not fun to talk about, but I don’t care. I grew up with an alcoholic father, my mom, and my brother. Pretty much every night my dad would get wasted and yell and break things and do drunk stuff. One night was particularly bad, however. I was 9 years old and I was playing tony hawk’s skating game. There was a part where you jump through helicopter blades, and I thought it was really cool. Anyway, as I was brushing my teeth that night, I got in an argument with my dad; I kept saying that it was possible to jump through the helicopter rotors. He was drunk, and he got really mad. He locked himself and I in the bathroom and started to choke me. The next thing I remember was my brother busting down the door and grabbing my dad. My mom was screaming, and my brother and father were fist fighting. My dad broke my brother’s nose and my mom went to call the police, but my dad ripped the phone out of the wall. My mom told me to go to the neighbour’s house and call the police, but as I tried to leave my dad grabbed me and tossed me into the couch. He hit my mom, and by then, all the commotion must have startled someone because I heard a voice saying, “I just called the cops.” So my dad put on his shoes and left. There were two holes in the hallway wall, a broken door, a busted telephone, and a broken window. The police arrived and everyone was crying. My dad no longer lives with me, and is still an alcoholic. I see him every now and again, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at him with respect. That’s my most memorable childhood moment. yeah
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