All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Where I'm From- Memories
Incomplete thoughts fill my mind when searching for my upbringing,
I remember
quiet streets, footsteps splashing through the puddles of darkness—
I remember
broken down white houses, paint chipping in worn out places.
Mom’s laugh echoes through the emptiness.
Patchy pieces pile through my head when trying to recall what life once was,
I remember
metal swing sets, creaking as you pump your legs—
I remember
fuzzy cats, warming my little hands while protecting myself from the clouds.
Grandparents accents muddled while decoding their hidden language.
Fragmented memories pull themselves together,
I remember
a plane ride, seven suitcases, and 100 pounds to our names—
I remember
new country, new opportunities, new views.
Cousins caringly come, cherishing every new chapter.
Undamaged recollection becomes more clear,
I remember
the sun, shining as we slide our stained socks through the sod—
I remember
wiping the sticky blue moon ice cream from the Chocolate Factory off my tanned chin.
Dad’s squinting eyes gleam like stars on a summer night.
Complete thoughts fill my mind when searching for my upbringing,
I remember
neighborhood kids laughing and playing in the Wisconsin summer sun—
but,
I also remember
bleak and dreary nights of cuddling in the Wolverhampton rain.
Brother’s hugs comfort me every step of the way.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 1 comment.
6 articles 0 photos 1 comment
Favorite Quote:
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” - Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre