Childhood Memory Essay

India is a vast land of thousands of festivals, out of which Diwali is considered to be one of the most auspicious for Indians. The myth goes that Lord Rama, the king of India returns to Ayodhya(his kingdom) after fourteen years in exile. The people are overjoyed on his return and light candles and burst firecrackers in celebration. Markets are abuzz with activity and people celebrate the festival in the grandest possible way.

I was born in India but soon after, my family immigrated to Dubai, UAE. During the first few years of my life I did not know how grand Diwali celebrations were, until once when my family decided to take me and my sister to India to see it. We left to India a couple of days before the festival so that we could spend some time with my grandparents and see our relatives. We also used this time to buy gifts for ourselves, our relatives and friends. A few days before the festival the ladies in the house began making sweets and other delicious savories that are to be distributed to friends and relatives. My sister and I took up the task of wrapping gifts that were to be distributed. We also had to vacuum and mop the floors of our house. Even though all this work was tedious we felt accomplished once these tasks were completed.

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On the day of Diwali we were woken up early in the morning by our parents. We had to shower quickly and leave to the nearby temple. We offered our prayers to Lord Rama(Hindu god) and donated to the temple before we left. As soon as we reached home we distributed gifts and sweets to our friends, neighbors and relatives. My sister and I along with the other kids of the neighborhood burst crackers in the streets. We were enthused by these celebrations and enjoyed ourselves immensely. In the evening all of us dressed in our new clothes. Our relatives visited our house and brought us gifts and sweets. The trip to India during Diwali will always be one of my best childhood memories. It was a trip that combined pleasure with a lot of cultural learning that made it enjoyable.

Childhood Memory Essay

Steven Phillips, Childhood Memory My childhood memory takes me back to the mornings of breakfast in Charleston, SC. Every Saturday morning my grandmother, known to everyone as “Granny”, would be up around 4 in the morning preparing a hearty old fashioned breakfast. It usually consist of such items as made from scratch buttermilk pancakes, brown & serve link and patty sausage, bacon, eggs, toast and red colored kool-aid. I shared a room with my older brother Eric and my two cousins Artie and Toni, who were with us every summer as a vacation away from the big city of Brooklyn, NY.

I remember how Granny used to ease herself into the kitchen as quiet as a mouse as if trying not to even wake the air itself. However, once she gets in the kitchen all hell would break loose with pots and pans of all shapes and sizes falling and rambling about. At first, it would be a real bother and then it was like the rhythmic taps of a band drum line which would easily put you right back to sleep if you knew how to clear your mind properly.

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Then the ravishing aroma of a hearty breakfast would fill your dreams with pure satisfaction. There was this old cast iron skillet that at the time had to be over 50 years old but it still out fried any new pan that anyone ever bought her for Christmas. She would do everything with this pan one minute she scrambling eggs, then she frying bacon, then the sausage. She would even take the drippings from the sausage and make home-style dark gravy with only oil, onion, and flower.

She would take the diced onion and drippings and heat them until golden brown then start adding flour to the skillet and before you know it she had the skillet full up with rich gravy. We all would just wake up with the food being our alarm clock and head in the kitchen like zombies about to feast on fresh tasty humans. There would be little talking as we dug into the ravishing feast of choice. I can hear Granny saying now; “Eric let your brother have that last piece of meat before I knock you into next week! Due to age and size I always got treated like royalty true her eyes. I would eat enough for two grown men before finally saying I had enough. All the food would be finished completely in less than an hour by me and siblings. She used to say that watching us eat was like watching a shark tear apart a seal. We would always ask for more to be sure to have enjoyed every last morsel. Once all is done and we have washed up it is now time to head to the fields to start harvesting crops. As we head out the only thing on our minds is how good that breakfast was.

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