During our childhood, there are many events that are memorable and influential; Memories are a part of life. We use our memory function to recall the memories we once had. Memory is a vital part of the learning process. Without it, learning would be impossible. If our brain recorded nothing from the past, we would be unable to learn anything new. All our experiences would be lost as soon as they ended, and each new situation would be totally unfamiliar. If memories hindered or helped people in their effort to learn from their past, it would really have to depend on the individual.
Every person is different, so therefore, their memories are going to be different also. These memories are the ones that teach us in our adult life the most affable aspects about ourselves, and our reactions to others. As we look back into our childhood and see those times, we should not have regrets, but we should know that they taught us some positive lessons. Sometimes it is quite difficult to remember too far back into our childhood for a memorable event, but there are a series of events that I still remember to this day ,some of them are fun, some events are sad.
My childhood experience I have never forgotten; it took place when I was about twelve years old. It was summer time. I could never imagine how that summer would hold the most memorable event of my childhood. My grandmother was suddenly taken ill. She had to be hospitalized and the doctors advised my family that she needed to stay at the hospital for few more days. My aunt called my mom to come to hospital. We used to live ten miles out of town. Mom left me and my sister, who was four years old, at home. As soon as she left we heard a noise upstairs, the more we listened the louder the noise grew, and the wilder our imagination grew.
In a short time, we decided it was dangerous to stay in the house. We finally stood in the street waiting for my father to come back from work. After almost one hour my dad came. When we told him what happened, he took a bat and went upstairs to check, only to find our cat was playing with a small ball. Another time, we were having dinner and waiting for my mother to come. Suddenly, she called to tell us that my grandmother was dying. My father took me and my sister to see her. When we got to the hospital. I could not feel my feet hitting the ground, nor notice anyone around me. I just walked.
The smell of the place was intoxicating. It reminded me of insulin or disinfectant spray. I entered her room; it was dark. The sound of beeping machines echoed in my ears. Then, I saw my grandmother lying in the bed. She was sleeping soundly. Her body was frail and looked as if she was bone covered with skin. She was weak and tired. The cancer had been eating away at her, slowly devouring her body, life and spirit. I stayed with her at the room for a short time visiting. In the end I am not even sure if she knew we were there. We said our goodbyes, but I really do not know if she was aware of it.
I prayed for her to find peace and comfort, that’s really all I could do. After a few hours a nurse informed us that she had passed away. In the end everyone cried, but I did not. I received this horrible news. , But I could not believe it. I knew that my grandmother was sick, and she unfortunately had serious health problem. I almost felt like a bad dream, and I sincerely wanted to wake up. But, I knew in my heart I was not dreaming. As My grandmother was a beautiful person. She was tall, and had a brown curly hair. Her eyes color was black. I remember that she was a strong person.
She was a mother of seven, always had a positive attitude. She always takes care of her family. She likes her house to be clean and organized. She was a very kind person, lovely, friendly, and patient. She always tried to get along with everyone. She would give her last if someone was in need. My grandmother fed the hungry, donated clothes, help people find jobs, and take care of kids. The whole city loved my grandmother dearly. She did not have many possessions, but she would give all and never complain. Moreover, she always had a smile on her face.
When I was nine, my grandmother had been suffering from cancer. She was not in such good health. I watched her go through these stages with pain in my eyes. She was very much in denial of facing the inevitable. I remember her being angry and depressed about her disease, but she did not like to express much emotion. Certainly, we do not know who our best friend really is until he or she is gone. Many people remember their best friends from when they were little kids, like maybe the boy down the street , or the girl next door . Either way, our best friend is usually around the same age as we are.
This was not the case with me. My best friend was about sixty years older than I was. My grandma was my best friend for the first ten years of my life. I think that in those years I learned so much from her. We always got along. She showed me more unconditional love and support than I have ever imagined. She taught me good manners, but also how to have fun. I taught her that, at even at sixty years old, she could still be young. I can still remember the excitement whenever I found out that I would get to go to my grandmother’s house to spend the weekend.
But what I really loved about her was that she never seemed to get tired of my talking. She would sit and listen or at least pretend to very well. With a smile on her face she would hear absolutely everything I had to say. I felt with her the happiness, peace, kindness and care. That a boy in my age would feel. In final consideration, I went through my childhood with more sad memories than happy ones. I sometimes wish that I could feel the other way around. Unfortunately, the dramatic and sad experiences stand out more in my memory bank. The death of my grandmother has affected me in many aspects.
It made me realize how important my whole family is to me. She still has gave me so much hope and shown me the right path to follow. These memories have shaped me into the person I am today. It have had a major impact in my life, and affected my every day way of living by helping me to be independent, to care about people, and feel the sadness of others, and to know what it is like when we lose a loved one that cannot be replaced, and how to be strong to face problems. Childhood events help people to build their future life. Some experiences can be Painful, but they are transformational