My Memories


My Memories Essay, Research Paper

These are some of my memories that I can remember clearly. Some are from a very long time ago and some are quite resent. I have three, some parts of them are bad memories and other parts are that good that I?ll never forget them.

One of my earliest memories was when I was about 3 or 4 and lived in a small house in Warrington.

It was a hot sunny day and I was out in the garden playing football with my friend Joe. My Mum, and Joe’s Mum, were both in the house having dinner together because they had not seen each other for a while.

Me and Joe were both seeing who could do the most kick-ups. When it was my turn, I kicked the ball too far and it landed in next doors garden. I walked over to have a look if I could see it. As I was walking over I could see some thing in the bush, I then realized it was an action figure. So I ran to get it, but before I got there, Joe had already beaten me to it. I tried to snatch of him but he kept hold tight, like a dog with a bone. We were fighting and arguing over it for about 2 or 3 minutes. Then all of a sudden he let go and I went flying through the air. I then ended up landing on the concrete out side the back door and smacking my head on the floor. The pain rushed to my head and I started to feel dizzy. It felt like some one had put my head in a vice and tightened it slowly. There was no blood but there was a huge bruise on the back of my head. I started to scream as loud as I could and both of our parents came rushing out of the back door to see what was going on. The bruise lasted for a week or so and I didn?t talk to Joe for a month or so.

Another one of my memories was when I was around 10 years old. My Dad had a friend who was doing up an old motor bike out of scrap parts. At the time all I wanted was a motor bike, and I begged my Dan to buy it of his friend. My Dad asked his friend if he would sell the motor bike after he had got it working. His friend, Dave said yes and about a week later he finally bought it.

At first it looked all scratched and rusty but my Dad got it painted professionally and the bike looked as good as new.

I felt so happy and pleased because my Dad had took a lot of time and effort in getting the bike to look so good. I also felt anxious to get on the bike and go for a ride. One day when the weather was nice, he took me and my friend ?Karl? out over some fields near my house. Karl already had a motor bike of his own, so he came out on his.

When we got to the fields, we were racing down the side of a little brook. We were going quite fast and the wind was in my face, it felt great. As we came to the end of the brook there was a small hill with two paths leading left or right. In the middle of the two paths was a bush with a tree in the middle.

As me and Karl were racing I felt that I had to get to the top of the hill before him to prove that my bike was faster than his. I was in front of Karl and it felt good because I knew that I was going to beat him to the top of the hill. Then I suddenly realized that I had to slow down so that I could get round the corner. However, I was going too fast to get around the corner. I pulled both my breaks, the front and back wheels locked up. There was nothing I could do. I then hit the bush and then all branches came flying through my helmet, hitting me in the face. I carried on sawing through the branches until I hit the tree. ?SMACK? I hit the tree hard and stopped dead, it was like running in to a brick wall! The pain was not too bad and I didn?t really worry about what I had done to myself, I was more concerned about my bike. I quickly pulled my bike out of the bushes and gave it a check to make sure that I had not scratched it. I was lucky because I hadn’t scratched the bike, just my face however it was not too terrible to bare. Karl was just sat on his bike laughing at me, I was telling him that it was not funny because I would have to explain to my Dad how I got the scratches.

After a few minutes I tried to start my bike and it wouldn?t, then I did panic. I carried on trying to start it but it still wouldn?t work. After about fifteen times of trying to start it, I decided I would have to attempt to bump start it. Finally, it worked.

When I got back to my Dad I told him that when I was riding, I hit a small branch with thorns on it. I have now learnt not to race unless you know how to stop and when to stop.

I can remember going on holiday to Michigan in America a few years back, with my family and my friend Karl. We stayed at my Nan and Granddads house. They live on a large lake called ?Klinger? lake. The scenery was attractive and the air was really fresh like new picked fruit, because of all the trees. The weather was hot all the time and the lake was crystal clear and warm. The house was huge and the gardens were massive, it was like mansions. It was like a dream, but only this was real.

Me, Karl and my brother, Tony were out swimming. We were all diving of a floating dock that belonged to the next door neighbor. We were trying to see who could do the best forward flips of the dock. It was so much fun and we were loving it, the day just couldn’t get any better. However that doesn?t mean to say that the day couldn’t get any worse. Tony, my brother did a forward flip and caught his head on the side of the dock. As he came back from under the water me and Karl asked how his head was. He turned around and said ?what are you going on about??. We told him that he caught his head on the side of the dock. He didn’t even realized until he looked down at the water. The water was like a blood bath. It looked like something out of a horror movie. All blood was running down his neck and the side of his face. I told him to get back to the house as fast as he could. So he shot out of the water and into the house. My Mum came out side to see what was going on. She then saw Tony running towards her. As he got closer she realized that his whole left hand side of his body was covered in blood. She looked horrified, like the had seen a ghost. She shot back inside and got a full role, of kitchen role to stop the blood from flowing.

I had never been so scared in my life. I thought that my little brother was going to die, but it was a tiny little cut and it only looked really bad because the water had mixed with it.

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