The experiences of my past are undeniable. It goes without saying that my childhood was more than just a learning experience. These are my greatest memories! This is an essay is not only on my childhood but also about the lessons I have learned throughout my childhood.
At the age of 3 or so, my mom and dad moved to the states. My mother, originally from Germany, brought us overseas due to my father who was in the United States Army. I can not tell you what his rank was or pretty much any other detail about him because I honestly do not recall anything of the sort.
I remember that at one point and time we lived in Colorado Springs, Colorado. My sisters and I would play outside constantly more than likely because we had a tendency to drive our parents crazy with our wild and rambunctious nature. I recall we would run around in the yard jumping as high as we possible could trying so hard to catch the huge balloons that would float above us. As far as we could tell they were coaxing us begging for our attention! We were willing to give that attention struggling with our minds trying to find some way to get them down.
The harder we tried the easier is seemed we were able to fail on that specific attempt. It seemed as though just as we had moved to this glorious land we were being forced to move. Feeling as though we had been given the worst punishment in the world, we packed up our possessions and moved away. This landed us into the great land of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. I really remember that city more than others that we had lived in. This is where the evil turkey once lived. I dreaded every day that I had to come face to face with this demonic animal.
We are sure that childhood is one of the happiest periods in a person’s life. The reason for it is very simple. Kids have nothing to care or worry about, have almost no duties or problems, and can hang out with their friends all day long.
Now you have a chance to plunge into your childhood memories, recollect those happy days, and remember a brilliant childhood memories.
Our children are the best of me. They are all the things we could not do, or did not do. They are our current happiness and future passion. They are hope and heartache, wonder and worry. The world we see in their eyes is much different than ours. And even in their tantrums they speak in ways that we cannot.