My Childhood Memories

I remember one of my childhood memories when I was about four years old. I was outside playing, the sun was setting so it was about evening time and as I was walking on the sidewalk I looked at the ground behind me and saw a shadow. I didn’t know what a shadow was so I kept walking and I realized my shadow was still following me. I started running and crying because I was afraid of my own shadow. I remember my grandma was asking what was wrong and all I could do was point at my shadow continuing to run. She said “That’s your shadow, there’s nobody following you!” This memory stands out to me because I remembered running and screaming all because of my shadow. As I’ve gotten older and heard the stories I laugh because it was so hilarious.



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Another childhood memory I remember so clearly because I was getting to that age where I would do stuff just to see what would happen. I was either two or three years old at the time. My mother was making lunch and I was hungry but she told me I had to wait until she was finish. I remember she gave me an apple while I waited for lunch. I was walking around the house eating the apple and passed by the restroom. I guess my mother saw I was going in the restroom and she followed me. Just as she arrive at the door she said “Adrianne, you better not throw that apple in the toilet!” It was too late. It was already down the drain. I stopped up the toilet that day and my mom had to pay a plumber to get the apple out. I remember that like it was yesterday, it was so funny.

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I also remember a childhood memory when I was one years old. I would always be walking around the house with a bottle flapping up and down in my mouth and only wearing a diaper. My uncle would always come over to eat dinner with us and instead of him sitting at the table; he would lay on the floor right in front of the TV. I would always be around my uncle and every time he lay on the floor with his plate of food, I would turn around and sit in his plate. My mom would always yell at me. My uncle would always say that it was okay and he would scrap the food that was on my diaper back onto is plate and start eating again. I remember it because I always got yelled at for sitting in his food. This memory stands out to me because I remember doing it more than once. It was almost like I did it on purpose because my uncle would move his plate to the right and I would move to the right then he would move his plate to the left and I would move to left. Maybe I was trying to sit in his food on purpose. It was also a hilarious memory that I’ll never forget.