Memoirs: Remembering my childhood 39 Articles

by Dr Freon

The way that one was raised up during their childhood has a profound effect on them for the rest of their life. For it is during those informative years when one was a child that influences the way that they look upon thin...read more

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by Nash Suleiman

Radioman Summer of 1988, Beirut was a war zone, and it has been for the past 13 years. Non-stop bombardments, artillery and air strikes, those were the background music we got accustomed to that "summer vacation" in L...read more

by Cristian Cae

First childhood memories I find fascinating the mental exercise of trying to unlock old memories, especially those of early childhood. It feels like all these little stories lived by a version of me (someone completely ...read more

by Amy Daughdrill

It was recess on a cloudy day. The smell of rain hung in the damp air. I had been playing on a concrete slab that some girls from class and I would jump rope on sometimes. It wasn't the smooth finished cement either, bu...read more

by Elizabeth Quigley

A snotty nose that crusted down my cheek, itchy tartan skirt and an Arron jumper with big brown toggles, the top two chewed as they were the only ones that could be reached without removing the top and freezing. Never pate...read more

by Angela Horn

Memory is a strange and malleable thing. How you remember something depends entirely on where you are in your life and how you are feeling at the point of reflection. As such my childhood has gone from being indescribably ...read more

by Sherene Tan

Whenever one ask me if I had a happy childhood, I would say "Yes". However, I do not have good memories about it. My childhood days can be explained by the following words: An absent parent, a depressed child and a loser. ...read more

by Victoria Caruso

Remembering my childhood is not something that I want to do, in fact it is something that I prefer to forget. Not everyone was brought up with wonderful parents, or even decent childhood memories. Some of us were brought u...read more

by Colleen Cairns

REMEMBERING MY CHILDHOOD...A FEW MOMENTS IN TIME TO SHARE... I Remember Saturday mornings getting ready to take the trip to Canadian Tire, my younger sister and I with my Father. Those of you who are from south of the ...read more

by lighthouse

I grow up in what I thought then was a backward nowhere sort of place that could never exist on a map or that hardly anyone had ever heard of boy was I wrong. I find out that Wichita Falls, Texas does exist on maps even b...read more

by Robyn Goldenberg

Robyn's Ruby Red Boots and Her Lost Childhood There is a picture as old as time on my rickety, hardwood kitchen table. I don't know who took this picture or where I was when it was taken, but here it rests in my home. T...read more

by Elaine Sihera

As a child I was very thin and frail as I was finicky with food, having a passion for eating mainly milk and eggs. Great in protein but not much fat. Hence I was a target for bullies, which was rife between 8 and 13 years ...read more

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by Don MacIver

Childhood is a journey, through good and bad, a time of discovery, frustration, confusion, anger...and happiness too. Being raised with only one sibling, there seemed to be an ongoing battle between sharing the few thin...read more

by Maxine Headd

The Bull Affair It was a beautiful sunny day where Ronnie Lynn and I were. We were in Peach Orchard Missouri. We were watching some cows, and a bull that were grazing a little way across the field from where we were sta...read more

by Amanda Renyard

I remember my childhood spent with my great great grandmother we never call her that she used to like to be called Nana. I remember her as if its was yesterday i would go up on my holidays and help her do her washing. As i...read more

by Alethea Spann

Title: Remembering My Childhood Article: Sitting at the waters edge...watching the ripples as they pass....I wonder why I'm here...what master plan did God have in mind...I try not to remember all the things that hurt, ...read more

by Mikki Mixon

Back during the time of my childhood, one could say that our neighborhood was "exclusively" a village. In 1959, I was five years old. My sisters and brothers were the proverbial "baby boomer's and I can remember when the t...read more

by Elita Clayman

My childhood was madeup of being kind of poor. By that I mean that everyone in the neighborhood was of the same financial category. So we really did not know we were kind of poor until I got to junior high school and saw a...read more

by Thomas Pender

Apocalypse Not-Yet One of my fondest memories of adolescence is the night my dad and I went out and didn't see "Apocalypse Now." The saddest thing about progress is that we are forced to leave some treasures behind...read more

by Richard G. Lanzara

Suddenly as if a great dam broke, my memories of Quail Street flooded my mind as torrents of memories after more than fifty years of quiescence. Although our oldest memories may be unreliable, the child-like character of t...read more