Think back to a place from your childhood that holds a particular rawness or intensity in your heart and mind.
For me, it is the abandoned Victorian house nestled in the overgrown vines at the very back of a field behind my house. We were told never to go in it, which of course is what we did. It had been a home for the elderly, and a broken wicker wheelchair was left limping in the hall upstairs. To get in we had to climb the outside fire escape and do through a second-story window. Once in, a deathly quiet took over all of us, the kids from the neighborhood. We tiptoed as if afraid to wake up the old residents, even though no one had lived in the house for years. Sometimes we would play monster and make the "monster" sit in the wheelchair and chase everyone else around the house. We were delightfully petrified.
We stopped going in when we hit puberty. I think we knew that things would change in the house -- that it would become sexual, and we were too afraid to be in that place -- we were not ready.
Describe that place for us.
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ReplyDeleteThe day I got a 2 degree burn was a very intense moment in my childhood.I was sleeping on my bed. My father came in my room to iron his clothes because the iron is in my room. It was time for me to get ready to go to school so he woke me up. From the corner of my eye I can see he is ironing but I was still trying to wake myself off. As I was stretching the front side of my arm kissed itself to the iron. I could hear the boiling and bubbling noises fill the air along with screams and grief. Today I still have the scar to remind of that tragic day.
DeleteJessie Tabe. The day I got a 2 degree burn was a very intense moment in my childhood.I was sleeping on my bed. My father came in my room to iron his clothes because the iron is in my room. It was time for me to get ready to go to school so he woke me up. From the corner of my eye I can see he is ironing but I was still trying to wake myself off. As I was stretching the front side of my arm kissed itself to the iron. I could hear the boiling and bubbling noises fill the air along with screams and grief. Today I still have the scar to remind of that tragic day.
DeleteOne place that holds a special place in my heart is Brownfield of Texas. For me I always waited at a restaurant for my dad to finish so I usually just played ball outside. Even though it wasn't anything over the top it was special because as a kid I just had nothing better to do.
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ReplyDeleteIt would be when I visited Brazil and I saw how different they live from me. All the kids younger than me would take trips alone to the supermarket and carry heavy bags with milk, cheese, and bread. The older kids would use plastic bags as kites. Most of the kids would walk barefoot with coco-cola in their hands. My grandma would have to light up the stove with a match stick and my aunt had to feed the chickens every morning.
When I moved to White Oak back in 2010, I lived in these apartments made up of wood and a playground that looks crusty, outdated and weak. But what caught my eye was the Lion’s Den in téhe back of the park. I called it the Lion’s Den because it was rumors that lions were in the area. Anytime, we went down there, we saw some many things there like thorny vines that were mighty green and long: the immense amount of dirt was mixed with waste and a cage like place was in the corner of the den. We always went there as kids but haven't lately because as I was changing, so was the den. Like age and growth comes the wisdom of leaving crazy habits in the past.
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ReplyDeleteBack in the years of 2004-2009 My church used to rent a place next to downtown to worship & in the basement area there was this very dark hall with no lights. All the kids would say that a monster would come out of no where and take you someplace and you would never be seen again. But kids will be kids and believe what any other kid would say. Some would open the door and close it right away because they think the monster will snatch you right away & to this day I never stepped inside that hall.
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ReplyDeleteThere was a big lake in the back of my house, where I used to live in Pennsylvania. Each year when it would freeze over my family and I would ice skate on it and play on the ice. One year I went by myself, walking the long trail to the opening of the lake. I ended up falling through the ice and had to pull myself out, I was freezing and petrified. I never told my parents about the experience because even though the accident scared me, the lakes ability to bring me peace and freedom always outweighed the bad. My imagination was able to explore and run free at that lake, I will always cherish those moments in my childhood.
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ReplyDeleteFor me, it's under the dining table. Every Sunday, my aunt and uncle would host family parties, and it was a tradition every Sunday to have dinner together with all our family and friends. Out of all my cousins, I only had two that were around my age, so they became my best friends. We chose under the dining table as our little clubhouse and we were the only three members allowed under it. It was the one place that was only for us and not for the older or younger kids. If we had parties at other houses, the dining table in a that house would still be our place. Around the time I was twelve, we all stopped having family parties because we all got older. We said goodbye to our clubhouse and entered the adult world.
For me, it is the creek down my street. My friends and I walk about a mile from my house to the creek or we will meet up down there. Sometimes we will ride our bikes down there. The road we ride on is all downhill so we go fast till we get to the bridge. We will take off our shoes and walk in the water or usually walk throughout the woods. All of my friends and I love exploring and seeing new things. My best friend and I will take multiple pictures of each other and post them all over social media. Sometimes if I was not careful, I would get poison ivy but it was worth it. Now since we all grew up, we haven´t seen each other in a while and the last time I went down to the creek, the road was being fixed.
ReplyDeleteA place like this for me during my childhood is this park in the old neighborhood I used to live in. There were many good memories made there, lot of laughs shared and great times. There were also bad and rough times shared by us there, which makes the place more meaningful, as everything was experienced there, not just the simple happy moments that you wish to remember, but more intense moments that will come to mind first, whether positive or negative.
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I think of the small creek that runs through my neighborhood. Over the summers, my sisters and I would go back there and play in the low waters. Most of our time was spent at a point where the water passed thinly over a concrete strip before making a small drop. We would collect rocks from all over and place them before the drop off, then fill the spaces between the rocks with sticks and mud to create a makeshift dam. As the years passed, we gradually spent less time there, until one year, we stopped going and have yet to return.
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ReplyDeleteIn my childhood home we had this storage area in the back of the house. many times we would find spiders and other insects. I was terrified of going in there. When my cousin would come over we would dare each other to go inside and stay inside for 5 minutes alone. One time she dared me and she told me that if I did it I could borrow her little kitchen set (which I loved so much) so I said yes to the dare. I went inside, it was pitch black. She closed the door behind me. I was shaking inside and inside my head I was imagining the worst I possibly could. I would imagine millions of spiders crawling towards me and eating me alive, snakes, just anything that could kill me. Those were the longest 5 minutes of my life. When she opened the door I ran out of there and I swore I would never go back in there by myself.
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ReplyDeleteThe small river that was behind my house back in El Salvador because my grandmother would tell me not to go alone but i'd still go every now and then with my friend. I will forever remember this river because the day before i was supposed to come here to the US and see my mom i went to that river and jumped off a cliff and i was inches away from hitting a sharp rock that was at the edge of the cliff, my friends would tell me how close i was to hitting it and how if i would of hit it i would have died. it was the closest I've been dying so i'll forever remember that river.
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ReplyDeleteFor me it’s the townhouse I lived in until I was four. Vague memories faze in and out of my mind, but the occasional crystal clear memory pops out and sticks with me. I remember walking down the street across from its front door with plant pots on both sides of it, in a little pumpkin costume, waiting to go trick-or-treating. I remember my dad sitting on our elevated back deck, the wood a pale brown, with a guitar and a cigar (which he no longer uses), playing music while I twirled around in front of him, dancing in my Cinderella costume outfit (merely for fun, as this was not Halloween this time). I remember standing in the brightly lit bathroom that was connected to my parent’s room, while my mother did my hair. I eventually moved and left this house, but it forever remains as the place where my journey started, thus giving it a special place in my heart.
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ReplyDeleteFor me, the place that holds an intensity in my heart and mind is the where I would go to daycare. It's a townhouse right down the street from Sherwood High School. I would go there every weekday, sometimes right at the crack of dawn. I started going when I was only 3 months old, and I didn't stop going until it was time for me to move on to Kindergarten. The basement was a playroom for us, decorated with chalk board walls and decals of cartoon dogs. We ate lunch on the floor of the kitchen on our "Zoopals" plates, and after lunch we would color for a little and then take naps upstairs. When we woke up, we would all color some more and then go to the park next door where there was a tire swing that we all tried to fit on. I spent a good amount of my early childhood there, and I still think about it a lot. Sometimes I still find time to go back and visit; I help out there and I see the kids of kids that helped out when I attended the daycare.
For me it would have to be this trail in the woods of my old neighborhood. My friends and I would always go there to play and ride our bikes.We had so many fun experiences at that trail.And as we all know there is nothing more important to a child than having fun.Unfortunately when we grew older the community destroyed our trail and the woods to build more houses. But we know even though our trail was gone the memories we made will stay with us forever.
ReplyDeleteI remember an old creek, that had an old tree house that had been deteriorated by time and taken over by nature. I had remembered the good times of innocent laughter and blissful ignorance of the selfish world, the tree house provided me a quiet place, where I could be alone and be myself as much as I wanted. The old tree house was my true home in the end, for eventually as I grew up, I had forgotten the memories of my old sanctum. Where my innocence lies, even to this day, but that is price for maturity.
ReplyDeleteMy cousin's old house in North Carolina. Visiting North Carolina was something I was thrilled to do each year. There I had fun like no other surrounded by my family. Going there also introduced me to my favorite game of all time, Super Smash Bros. which I still play to this day. The entire atmosphere I felt that North Carolina had was just soothing and refreshing. It wasn't like I was going to the beach or anything, but going away there felt like an escape from Maryland.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it's the fort in my neighborhood. After a long summer storm in 2012, the neighborhood kids and I discovered that the forest behind our neighborhood had some fallen trees. In the corner one had bent over almost like a roof and it looked like the entrance of an undiscovered magical world. Everyday, I'd be eager to go to the fort and work on making it look more like a home with my friends. We got a bunch of stones and rocks to use as furniture and seating areas, and we even gathered twigs to make a fireplace. We'd buy snacks and pretend we were cooking and we even made a d,curtain door with the use of leaves and vines. It became my safe space. My little personal playground. My home away from home. Now however, it's run down but I often walk past it and reminisce to a simpler time.
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DeleteMy childhood place would have to be in Bronx, NY. During the holidays we would go to visit my cousins. And during the time the basement of their house was unfinished and looked very scary. So what we would so is we would pretend that is was like a haunted house and we need to escape from the monster. But as time past and we aged we stop going down here and now that room that use to scary me as a child is now a newly furnished bedroom.
ReplyDeleteFor me, its my cousin's house in d.c where all of my other cousins would meet up and live there for a week straight. We would play games like UNO,monopoly, and Mario Party. Go Outside and play football and Basketball. I don't see my family like that anymore so it's a nice little memory.
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ReplyDeleteA place that holds intensity in my heart from my childhood is the little creek spacing that was between my parent's bed and their closet. It wasn't to big but it was wide enough to fit little me. I'd use to hide there when I was upset or scared or tired. I considered it my safe space. One day, there were kids playing roughly near the window of my parent's room, and they threw a big rock that shattered through the glass and landed in my safe space. I remember my mom telling me how she thanked God that I was not there because I could've been hit or seriously hurt.
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DeleteI used to live in an extended family house. The house was owned by my dad and his three other brothers. This house is special to me because a lot of memories were made in it. My grandparents practically helped raise my cousins and I. Since my grandparents also lived in the home, parties would always happen at this house. It is also the home where my grandma died in 2015. One of my uncles still lives in the home and every time I go I think about everything we did.
ReplyDeleteI live next to a forest and if you go a little off of the path there is an old abandoned house. It used to be a hunters lodge but burnt down and all that is left is the foundation and chimney, no walls, no roof. When I was really young and my siblings were in high school, we would walk into the woods to the old abandoned house and hang out. When I got older, it was the place I would take my friends when we all hung out. It was a beautiful place to take gorgeous pictures, and we would go in large groups when hanging out. My best friends would sometimes even have picnics there and talk about life.
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That place for me was my uncle's house. We would go maybe two or three times a year for family gatherings or parties. He lived near Culpepper, VA, on (if I remember correctly) 5 acres of land. His house always had plenty of food to feast on, and games to keep all the children entertained. However, what I loved most was not inside the house, but surrounding it. To the side of the house was a small play area under a cover of trees with a trampoline and a slide. Many hours were spent there with my cousins, making up stories as we ran and jumped around. The most exciting part, however, was when the ATVs were rolled out of the shed and we were allowed to ride around the acres of forest and hills surrounding the house. They had a smaller vehicle that an 8 or 9 year old could operate safely on their own, and I would ride around for hours looking at the scenery or just having a good time, since I wasn't old enough to drive then. We haven't been back since I was 11 or 12, and I sometimes wish we could go back sometime, if only just to get one last experience of the house that held so much excitement when I was younger. -Connor C, Period 5
ReplyDeleteThe house in Cape Cod, MA where my family would go in the summer to spend time with extended family, the dogs, and go to the beach. I grew up going there every summer and it is such an important place to me, especially because in recent years we barely ever make it up there because so much goes on in our summers these days. The memories from my childhood and the adventures I had there have such a special place in my heart.
ReplyDeletemy place is in a big cottage in Tobermory, Canada. It was the place that I spent a lot of my summers. My dad's side of the family lives in Canada, so I rarely get to see them and the cottage was the place that we would all meet. The cottage just brings back the best memories because it was a time when things were simple in the family and everyone got along. It was a time when people had the energy to plan these big trips. The cottage itself was on the water and allowed us to swim and go canoeing. The kids would all hang out downstairs and play pool and listen to music.
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A childhood place that holds an intensity in my heart, would be my old house. I've only ever moved once and I lived in that house until I was about 6 years old. When I lived in that house, it was ours. I was able to freely draw on the walls and call the house mine. I had my own room reserved for me when I was ready to sleep alone but I never had the chance to call that room mine since I slept in my parents room majority of the time. My mom read me bedtime stories and I slept between my parents, which stopped once we moved out. There was also a little hill in the front of our house and when it snowed, my sister brought out the lid to my toy box and we went sledding on our little hill.
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Amera Mohamed 5: For me, it is the house that me and my brother grew up in. When I was a child I lived in a house with my 3 uncles, my aunt, my mom, and my brother, not to mention the random visitors that slept the night in the basement because my uncle just couldn't deny an old friend. It was a packed house with little space for movement are big parties but I loved every second of it. From the brick walls on the outside to the pictures of different types of flowers framed throughout the living room. It is the place where I became close with my family and developed a bond with my uncles and aunt before they went off to have their own family. I had no cousins at the time, it was simply me and my brother being taught by our loved ones how to do basic things like cooking and cleaning. It was a type of survival school for me. They told me stories about what it was like in Ethiopia and I would listen with eager ears. That house is gone now but it will forever be a part of my heart and the place that shaped me into who I am today.
ReplyDeleteMy mother is from a small town in New Jersey, and the biggest building in the town is a full sized Holiday Inn. When my grandfather was sick, we'd stayed in that Holiday Inn frequently, and my sisters and I spent hours and hours playing in the pool and running around the lobby. Hotels tend to be impersonal and forgettable, but I knew this one like a second home.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it is a forest with a trail that ran behind my old house that I used to live in. I would often ride my bike through the trail, looking at the nature while riding. I would pass by a park that I also often played at, and through fields of grass. It was something that I enjoyed doing on the weekends.Even though I moved from that house years ago, it remains a nice memory of something that I liked to do.
ReplyDeleteA place that holds a particular intensity in my heart is my grandma's old house in Florida. Growing up, every summer and even sometimes during Christmas, my entire family would drive down to my grandma's house in Orlando. We'd spend a week or two with her, with all my aunts, uncles, and cousins. This house in Florida has a special place in my heart because it is where I was really able to create lasting memories with my cousins. We used to spend hours in her pool, laughing and having a great time. I remember we would all be lying on inflatable mattresses in her living room, staying up late and telling jokes. The summers in Florida with my whole family were some of the best memories I have with my cousins. When I was in 4th grade, my grandma moved to Maryland and we never really went to Florida anymore. However, I will never forget the memories and the fun times I had in that house.
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ReplyDeleteFor me, it is a Christmas tree farm that sat in the clearing of the woods behind my house. I used to live in a house only accessed through a long road surrounded by cornfields. Behind my house was a path in the woods. I have the sweetest memories after many snowstorms. Sitting in my plastic sled. my dad pulled me with the rope in front as I felt each pebble roll under the sled. Once he got tired I would have to stand up and pull the sled myself. At the top of the hill there was a clearing and then rows and rows of Christmas trees that scattered the hilly landscape. It was so secluded and quiet as the snow absorbed all the sound. I always felt like it was some scene out of a movie to follow a path through the woods to be greeted by perfect sledding hills and evergreens.
My childhood place was this home we were building in Nigeria who's construction got cut short, this caused the house to become covered in these tiny green vines, with moss all around. As a child, the other children in our town and I would play there all the time until I moved to the United states.
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A place from my childhood that will always be in my heart and mind is this park that I would always pass by almost everyday in middle school, but I would never get off and enjoy it until a year ago. I told some of my darkest secrets at this park and I shared a very special moment with this one person at this park. The breezy and spacious park became the spot we could go to when we needed to reconnect or get away from our stresses. It might seem like a simple spot, but to me, it's everything.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it would be the corner stores in New York. When I first visited New York you were able to walk around and almost at the end of any street there was a store where you can get a bacon egg and cheese or a chopped cheese and other snacks like that. I felt welcomed when I was there because everyone working would talk to you and give advice and tips to move around the city and genuinely have a man to man conversation with you. It adds to the grimy and hustle nature of New York and at the same time welcomes you into the city.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it was an old house that was burned to ashes. It was 2009 and the house was burned down in 2008 and the residents of the house were nowhere to be found. Me and couple of friend would go there after school to play, we would even eat lunch there. It was our own house. I remember we planted some seeds around the house which never grew. It was a fun time being with friends around until we got older and stopped going there.
ReplyDeleteFor me that place is the wood were i used to live. That was the place were I can run and jump and explore all day, I wouldn't get tired.I used to race my friend on who can climb the trees faster. Which i always won.Climbing the tress was the funnest parts. And even though i wasn't suppose to play there i still did. Just like every single kid in my neighborhood.
ReplyDeleteI had never had any consistency in my childhood when it came to places I lived. I had moved from house to house constantly and every time I had made that place home, we would pack up and move again. The only dependable place I remember was my grandmothers house. The smell of cooked food and linen always wrapped me up in a sense of comfort that I could call that place home. My favorite spot in her house would be the living room, where I could turn on a light up picture that had the sounds of a soothing waterfall and animals and just relax in the comfort.
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DeleteFor me, it was my grandma's basement. My sister, my cousin and I went down there during a Thanksgiving party and we all left our drinks there. My sister and cousin had to do something, so they left me to watch their drinks. Me, not being a very good watchman, had to use the bathroom, so i left for a little bit. Long story short, we all rushed downstairs and our drinks were gone. All that was left was a sign, saying "We stole your drinks" written in pen. No one else went into the basement after I left, and no one at the party had pens on them, so we all just assume that there is a ghost in my grandma's basement.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it is the house I currently live in. It's different now, but when I was younger I remember it being such a magical place. It wasn't just my house, it also belonged to 9 of my other cousins and their families. We'd wake up bright and early to huddle around and play tournaments on our DS'. We'd throw ourselves down the stairs with nothing but thin blanket to break the fall, tell scary stories in the dark, sing and dance, fight and scream. Even the messes and disasters seemed a little more beautiful in our own separate world.
ReplyDeleteThe big white house I lived in. It was the first home for just my immediate family at the time. It was big and its the place I lived at the longest, about six years. It is the place where my family was together and then split up; a reminder of what was and what could have been but didn't. Its the location of where most of my earliest memories took place. Its also I representation of how perfect my life at the time seemed to me, just like that house, but in the walls things were going on that I didn't understand until years after leaving that house.
ReplyDeleteBetween kindergarten and 2nd grade I lived in 3 different neighborhoods with 3 different neighborrhood friends. When I was in 1st grade the neighborhood I lived in had an abanadoned luandry matt probabily left untouched from the most recent community renovation. On one of our adventures deeper into our secret hide out we found a stray cat which we named kitty. Since none of our parents would ever allow the creature in their homes, the base became a sort of like Kitty's home. She always knew when to be there, its as if she could tell time. I want to go back there with as much vividness and realness as possible but I know I would find nothing, even in my dreams.
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I remember being in my country at my grandparent's house, reading a book and listening to the sounds of the atmosphere--chickens clucking, the church ringing, people talking about the sunshine when it was in the middle of winter. I just felt like my two heritages colliding with my English book in front of my eyes and the sounds of culture running through my ears.
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One place that hold a special place in my heart is New York City. It’s just something about the city that is so astoundingly pleasing to me. Every place you visit in NYC there is something always outstanding about the place. When I was child walking through New York City, I remember looking up at the tall building and watching people fearlessly walking through the streets even if the walk sign is up, and cars honking. Even though I was a kid at that time, I knew I wanted to be there in the future.
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ReplyDeleteMy grandmother lives in the middle-of-nowhere New York. The old farm house on East Shelby. If you ask my dad it doesn't look half as good as it used to in its prime: the barns-- barn now-- are decimated; weeds and cattails grow willy-nilly out of small standing-water ponds; the corn is managed by a different, more able family; and half of the house is rented out to a revolving door of aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, neighbors, laborers-- anyone who needs a warm bed and a caring landlord.
I don't have those memories, though. I don't see her house as a shell, I see it as a door to worlds and cultures I never knew. Where else on earth can you find your entire extended family all living in the four adjacent houses on the same stretch of street (although "adjacent" in farmland is several miles apart)? My grandmother's house is the home away from home where we lost countless model rockets into cornfields and pine rows far out of reach and sight on a windy day after launch. It's the house where I watched in awe and excitement as my cousins careened into the tall, golden stalks on their bikes and the nervous joy of discovering that they both had cheated. It's the house where a small boy admired his military blood cannon-balling into the pool fully clothed, yet forgetting that he had his pay check on him. It's the house where everyone and everything was good, full of people I respected and admired as much as my small little body could muster. It's my home away from home.
One day, I will go up to the one acre plot of corn that is owned on my behalf, build a tiny home, and live in bliss under the gaze of my grandmothers house. And one day, my father can go back to the slanted white farmhouse when the cattails have been plucked from their muddy roots and the barns rebuilt without fear of fire with the cows outnumbering him ten to one. Then he can finally sit back, relaxed and carefree, and begin with pride, "Did I tell you about when we left your uncle in a grocery store?"
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DeleteI vividly remeber the kitchen in my old house for some reason. It had the vide of a kitchen from a 70s sitcom but was much smaller. The white tiles were yellowed with age and the counter was covered with various kitchen appliances. The door on the one wall led out to the porch. I remember specifically when I was about 4, my mom had made blueberry muffins. They were in a Ziploc bag on the counter. I was with my little sister Ella, who was 2 at the time. I decided that we could have muffins for some reason. I don't think I thought I was being malicious but genuinly thought we should have some muffins. I got my step stool that had the letters of my name on it that could be taken out and put back together like a puzzle, and I grabbed the bag of muffins. I actaully remember grabbing this bag. I took out two muffins and gave one to Ella and we ate them on the harth. Our faced were covered in blue juice and we really saw nothing wrong with that.
ReplyDeleteFor me, it's the apartment, my family and I were immediately accommodated with, when we moved from Eritrea to America (Colorado to be specific). I was four at the time, but now looking back, it was such a warm and inviting space that holds a special place in my heart. I vividly remember the exposed brick walls that added rustic charm to the place, & the one-bedroom and bathroom which made us appreciate each other's company even more because we were confined to this space. The smell of baked chicken and the warmth from the oven permeated the entire place as we stepped foot into the apartment for the first time. It was the place where I tried Burger King and Fruit Loops for the first time. It was also the place where my mother used to play this one Amharic song over and over again for the entire family to enjoy. To hear that song now sends a flood of memories back to me. It was truly a memorable part of my childhood.
ReplyDeleteFor me, that place is the first place my entire family lived in in Maryland. It was in a cul-de-sac and I lived there during the 2010 snow storm. Because it was a cul-de-sa, the snow was plowed into the center even higher, basically made for the kids in the neighborhood (but not my three foot sister whose toddler legs couldn’t maneuver through the snow or be seen by my parents from inside) to play in. Those few days off from school were insane, filled with tons of hot chocolate and marshmallows at my best friend’s house who lived next door, digging snow tunnels, and snowball fights. Aside from that storm, I have tons of other happy and adventurous memories from that house, most of them spent with my best friend. By going through our backyard, you eventually arrived at the creek in the woods, which me and my best friend would explore, following animal tracks and little fish. It was our Taribithea but less mythical. Nevertheless, it was always fun and hours were spent muddying up our clothes by that creek. There was one place that stays in my mind, a tree that fell down while I lived in the house, and acted as a bridge over the tiny creek. We would sit on it, walk on it, jump from it, talk on it. It was a place in our place.
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DeleteMy childhood home was on Kent Island. We lived just two blocks from the beach, so close that you could see the bay from our kitchen window. I remember walking down there a lot. There was a pier, that occasionally would have people fishing, but most often crabbing on it. Next to the pier's parking lot was a grassy area. It had several public benches, a horseshoe pit and a small grill. It was rarely ever used, since our town as so small, and families tended to opt for their own backyard, which always had those, or very similar amenities. I would always go to this picnic spot, but I never stayed long. It was just passing through, then hopping the short fence. On the other side was the shoreline, which had sand, but was mostly made up of a lot of large rocks. I would climb all over them, especially when I went with my friends. We would jump from boulder to boulder, seeing who get to the opposite end of the beach faster, despite the amount of times our parents would tell us not to. And while that was fun, I especially enjoyed going by myself, when I finally reached an age when I was allowed. I thought it was best to go down on darker days, right before it was about to storm. Standing high up and watching the waves crash below, while the wind blows around you gave a feeling that seemed otherworldly, which was weird for a place so close to home.
ReplyDeleteThe first house that I lived in the Bay Area California had a small and closed off backyard with a jacuzzi that didn't work or we never used because it was dirty. There was an area behind it that had a partition made of small trees in the corner of the backyard. That part of my backyard always seemed eerie and creepy to me because it was so closed off and in the corner which was oddly darker than the rest of the backyard. Also, there were always black cats coming in and out of our backyard which made me feel extra superstitious about everything. I was also a toddler back then so I was scared that something would grab me and take me away. But I was also curious and bold so I would wander back there and quickly walk back out to safety.
ReplyDeleteThe place that gives me intensity when I was a kid would be the first house I lived in that was in Riverdale Maryland. It was an intense place for me because i built all my childhood memories there. I made friends there and i played games there on my PlayStation One, playing games like Spyro and Pacman. It was an overall good environment for having fun, it will always have a special place in my heart. (Also sorry this is late i was out for the whole week of this and finally decided to work and finish it.)
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