"My memory begins with a long stage,myself in a beautiful contoure dress, music playing and myself standing in 4 inch. heels........Ready,set, here I go"
I'm not sure with my memory begins ,but the first memory i remember is when i was about 4 I got really sick and when that happened used to start halucinating and screaming to the top of my lungs in the car and the street lights where coming @ me while driving to the hospital. That was the first time I can remeber anything that happened to me.
My memory begins with that raw chicken story i told in class that day. That was a memory I actually have from my childohood. No one had to tell me this or force this memory into my head. For some reason that is the only thing I can remember about being 3.
memories are suppose to be ever lasting something that willstick with you forever.Reguardless of how soon they may start,they age you will reach you will always remember then.They make you who you are.As for my self im dont have have a particular memory Why because I am a Memory,a legend,every thing i do have some tye of memory whether good or bad.
My memory begins with my days in pre-school when my mother use to do my hair at night with barrettes and tiny, colorful scrunches. My cousins and I would wake up to catch the cheese-bus to school. I remember getting hit with a yard stick in school by my teacher ms. Jones because I kept on twirling in my brand new dress. In the classroom we had a kitchen play set and I played house with my boyfriend Sherrad Herrington. I remember having my first kiss with him when he pretended to come home from work and I was in the kitchen preparing plastic hotdogs. One time there was a bee in my cousin’s oatmeal one morning and at lunch they tried to make me eat beets….so unfortunately I threw them up. I remember when I had forgotten that it was picture day and gotten my days mixed up when I had told my mother…..boys and girls were suppose to dress up….I wore some jeans and a red long sleeve shirt thinking it was another day. When I had gotten to school I saw everyone in dresses and suits. I was so mad! My school bus driver gave me toys. We had bicycles in the hallway that we would ride during recess and we would have nap beds that were blue. My best friend was a girl name melony and we did everything together. I remember when my classmates and I played jerry Springer with my teacher. I mostly remember when I had graduated from pre-k. My pretty whit dress and black patent leather clutch, white shoes and pearl necklace and earrings to match. I remember accidently swallowing a sharp piece of chicken bone and it had gotten stuck in my throat and I had to be rushed to the hospital. I had to stay home from school for two days. I remember when I had gotten wood jammed into my thumb and my fingernail started to turn purple and blue. One time my mother had slammed by thumb in between the car door. So when she opened it a lot of blud came gushing out. I started screaming and crying for my daddy. I remember my first Christmas ever ..waaaaaaaaaay before my brother was born. My cousin and I gifts were literally stacked to the to of the tree. (to be continued)
My memory begins with me remembering my mom when i was two years of age. It's very ironic because i can still hear my mom telling me to "come here for dinner" and suddenly she was gone out of my life such a tragic!!!!!!!!
My memory beings with when i was born with a Diaphragmatic which means that basically i had a congenital birth defect that involve abnormal development of the diaphragm. The term is used most commonly in reference to Bochdalek hernia, however it can also apply to Morgagni's hernia, diaphragm eventration and central tendon defects of the diaphragm. A common theme in all scenarios is malformation of the diaphragm; this allows the abdominal contents to protrude into the chest thereby impeding proper lung formation. Newborns with CDH often have severe respiratory distress which can be life-threatening unless treated appropriately.when i was born and the doctor's findout that i would only have a 50/50 chance to life and i might not make it,so my mom and grandpranets started praying.while i was going in to my surgey;i had to have thriteen surgies on my left of my stomach and my last surgie was when i was five years old.so basically i really didn't have a child hood because i live in and out of the hosiptal cause of this birth defect.but now i thank god for giving me another chance to make my dreams and accomplish my goals that i set for myself and i also want to thank the people who have been there for me no matter what we go through ,and last but not least i want to tell them i love'em
In this space, we will discuss our reactions and interpretations of the class texts. We will also develop our own ideas for use in the final paper. This is an informal space to work out your ideas. We all want to hear what you think. Please read carefully and respond thoughtfully.
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"My memory beings with the shot of light and people surrounding me."
"My memory begins with a long stage,myself in a beautiful contoure dress, music playing and myself standing in 4 inch. heels........Ready,set, here I go"
I'm not sure with my memory begins ,but the first memory i remember is when i was about 4 I got really sick and when that happened used to start halucinating and screaming to the top of my lungs in the car and the street lights where coming @ me while driving to the hospital. That was the first time I can remeber anything that happened to me.
My memory begins with that raw chicken story i told in class that day. That was a memory I actually have from my childohood. No one had to tell me this or force this memory into my head. For some reason that is the only thing I can remember about being 3.
My memory begin with the surroundings of 3 year olds playing at the Apartment Playground.
memories are suppose to be ever lasting something that willstick with you forever.Reguardless of how soon they may start,they age you will reach you will always remember then.They make you who you are.As for my self im dont have have a particular memory Why because I am a Memory,a legend,every thing i do have some tye of memory whether good or bad.
My memory begins with my days in pre-school when my mother use to do my hair at night with barrettes and tiny, colorful scrunches. My cousins and I would wake up to catch the cheese-bus to school. I remember getting hit with a yard stick in school by my teacher ms. Jones because I kept on twirling in my brand new dress. In the classroom we had a kitchen play set and I played house with my boyfriend Sherrad Herrington. I remember having my first kiss with him when he pretended to come home from work and I was in the kitchen preparing plastic hotdogs. One time there was a bee in my cousin’s oatmeal one morning and at lunch they tried to make me eat beets….so unfortunately I threw them up. I remember when I had forgotten that it was picture day and gotten my days mixed up when I had told my mother…..boys and girls were suppose to dress up….I wore some jeans and a red long sleeve shirt thinking it was another day. When I had gotten to school I saw everyone in dresses and suits. I was so mad! My school bus driver gave me toys. We had bicycles in the hallway that we would ride during recess and we would have nap beds that were blue. My best friend was a girl name melony and we did everything together. I remember when my classmates and I played jerry Springer with my teacher. I mostly remember when I had graduated from pre-k. My pretty whit dress and black patent leather clutch, white shoes and pearl necklace and earrings to match. I remember accidently swallowing a sharp piece of chicken bone and it had gotten stuck in my throat and I had to be rushed to the hospital. I had to stay home from school for two days. I remember when I had gotten wood jammed into my thumb and my fingernail started to turn purple and blue. One time my mother had slammed by thumb in between the car door. So when she opened it a lot of blud came gushing out. I started screaming and crying for my daddy. I remember my first Christmas ever ..waaaaaaaaaay before my brother was born. My cousin and I gifts were literally stacked to the to of the tree. (to be continued)
My memory begins with me remembering my mom when i was two years of age. It's very ironic because i can still hear my mom telling me to "come here for dinner" and suddenly she was gone out of my life such a tragic!!!!!!!!
My memory beings with when i was born with a Diaphragmatic which means that basically i had a congenital birth defect that involve abnormal development of the diaphragm. The term is used most commonly in reference to Bochdalek hernia, however it can also apply to Morgagni's hernia, diaphragm eventration and central tendon defects of the diaphragm. A common theme in all scenarios is malformation of the diaphragm; this allows the abdominal contents to protrude into the chest thereby impeding proper lung formation. Newborns with CDH often have severe respiratory distress which can be life-threatening unless treated appropriately.when i was born and the doctor's findout that i would only have a 50/50 chance to life and i might not make it,so my mom and grandpranets started praying.while i was going in to my surgey;i had to have thriteen surgies on my left of my stomach and my last surgie was when i was five years old.so basically i really didn't have a child hood because i live in and out of the hosiptal cause of this birth defect.but now i thank god for giving me another chance to make my dreams and accomplish my goals that i set for myself and i also want to thank the people who have been there for me no matter what we go through ,and last but not least i want to tell them i love'em
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