Category: Childhood Memories

Life Is Nothing Short of a Game I have always been of a sporty kind since my childhood. I loved playing both indoor and outdoor games. I was very much drawn to numerous indoor board games as compared to outdoor ones since choices were both limited and costly to play full-fledged outdoor games. I observed…

It was finalized. We were moving. My heart dropped when I heard this news. What was better than moving away from your childhood home? Nothing. Those were my exact thoughts as my parents tried to explain why we had to move. I listened to my parents and nodded while my heart broke into a thousand…

A majority of my childhood was spent with my mother, she was lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom throughout my childhood. On the other hand, my father had a very high-stress job that required him to travel and spend long days at the office. I remember him coming home from work and instead of…

Memories seem to make or break people. They seem to bring out the most vivid emotions in people and can bring out the best and worst. Memories can make us happy or sad people, some leave us with our battle scars and make us sometimes even want to forget about the entire situation. But some…

While growing up I realize that there are so many memories left in the past, so much that we did not pay attention to, so many moments that we had taken for granted. When my grandmother died last summer, it was the point of realization for me on how quickly life and time change. We…

Chana Chaikin Sociology Impact of Disney Movies Growing up I watched a lot of Disney movies. We primarily only watched Jewish media, except Disney movies, as my parents felt that many of the films themes had valuable lessons for us to learn. Disney movies were a big part of my childhood. I grew up admiring…

At first, the house was sinister. Tall oaks loomed over the house, brushing the house in the wind, giving nightmares of creatures scratching the walls to the children. The long, shady meandering drive travelled through the forest, which the house away. The eerie half-renovated basement with one singular lightbulb that cast long disquieting moving shadows…

The grey clouds, mysterious but somewhat calming, smothered the sky in a shadowy darkness. My eyes were drawn to the cherry blossom tree across the park. How the droplets from previous rain didnt ruin the tree but simply reflected a glistening beauty. The warm and charming colors of baby pinks, create this contrast against the…

Since young, I listened to my parents, obeyed their instructions, and did what they desired me to do. At times, I would insurrection in opposition to their wants. I thought I used to be historic enough to make my non-public decisions. There are conditions where my rise up introduced me to tears and still, I…

In the depth of my childhood memories, a particular lesson resonates with methe lesson of the piano. As I reminisce about the echoes of each note, the struggles, and the moments of triumph, I am transported back to a time when music was more than a skill; it was a gateway to understanding heritage, family,…