Childhood Memories
Childhood memories!!
January 13, 1997 this was a day that I would never forget. I was ten years old when I received the horrible news that my grandmother had past away. I knew that my grandmother was sick, and she unfortunately had breast cancer. But I couldn’t believe it, it almost felt like a bad dream, and I sincerely wanted to wake up. But, I knew in my heart I wasn’t dreaming and all I could do is cry. I didn’t want to accept it; she was a great woman, someone that I spent so much time with. I remember getting up every Sunday and going to my grandmothers house, and having breakfast just before leaving to go to church., the smell of the kitchen, the famous biscuits she would make, and every holiday and get together that we have had.
What enabled me to remember this event so clearly in my mind today is going to my mother’s house around the holidays. The holidays were always important to my grandmother; this was a day that the whole family could get together, and this is also very important to my mother today. She wants to carry on the tradition; my mother tries so hard to have her family together for the holidays. But unfoundedly when my grandmother past away the family split and went their on way. I haven’t seen half of my family since my grandmother’s funeral. Although I was too young to remember why this happened, I still don’t know today my mom won’t speak of it. This is defiantly a time in my life that was easy to remember and I know I possibly couldn’t have made up. I know because I see pictures and my family talks about these events and because I feel like a part of me is missing.
As an adult today I don’t have many more recollections of my childhood just pictures that flash into my mind every now and then. Mostly when I would think of my family, but that’s all, after my grandma past, I tried to forget my past and put it behind me and move on. I guess the only time in my life, that I began to have a lot of memories was more when I got into high...
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