What is your most treasured, valued memory? Perhaps it's a certain summer vacation, a pet that is no longer with you, a moment with a special someone......Briefly share your valued memory and explain why it is so valuable to you.
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I think that Mrs. Monthie is the best teacher ever. Not only is she smart but gosh she is good looking!
My big brother, Christian Ilie Marton, was the one to make all my memories, so you could say he was my most valuable memory. There was never a time when he was around that another memory wasn't made. Every moment spent with him was a moment to last for a life time. Even though he was only around for 13 years of my life, we made more memories together than i probably will ever make with anyone.
There are too many valuable memories to just describe one, but there are numerous to put together and make one! Me and my best friend, Kobi, make TONS of memories together. Even if we're just walking through the mall, there's always something to remember. I am not focusing on one particular event to remember, but more so the memory of our whole friendship.
We became best friends in second grade, and have been inseparable since then. We share many secrets, have had many arguments, and have had the most fun together! Each and every one of those times have made one amazing memory. A memory that is still going, and that will never end.
One of my most treasured memories has to be the time I went snowmobiling with my family. I was about 12 years old when we went to Red River, New Mexico. We originally went to Red River to go skiing but i don't really like to ski. It wasn't just our family that had gone to Red River, we had went with the Denton and the Stanley families. Even though they did not go snowmobiling with us it was still a lot of fun. We all got our own snowmobiles and we rode up the mountain. About 45 minutes after we had started the ride up the mountain, we had ended up in a snow covered meadow. We had stayed up in the meadow for about 3 hours until the group leader said we had to go. Riding snowmobiles was one of the most fun things that i had ever done and that is why it is one of my most valueable memories.
I'm not sure how you can place a value on a memory, a moment in time, but I do have one that is priceless. I was young, around three years old, and my family and I were all driving out to a farm. My mother, my father, my older brother, and my little sister. I don't remember too many specific details, but I do remember that this is my oldest memory, and to me that makes it precious. Our old gray caravan rumbled down the old country road for hours, or so it seemed. I glanced back over my shoulder out the back shield, and I remember thinking that all the dust we kicked up looked like a cloud of fairy dust, so I laughed. A child's innocent laugh echoes in my mind when I recall this day. I was always amazed at my surroundings, finding joy in the smallest of things. Eventually over the crest of the next hill, an old farm house came into view. My father pulled into the driveway and cut the ignition. My mom looked back at us and and smiled. "Guess what kids," she said conspiratorially, "we're getting a puppy!" She sounded really excited as she said it so I assumed it must be good. I didn't know what a puppy was. I knew about cats, after all we'd had one since before I was born, but a puppy was a new thing. My little sister was only one so she had no idea what was going on either, she just kind of smiled in that silly baby way, and smiled, clapping her hands. My mother unbuckled us out of our carseats and set us on the ground. I looked toward the house, and just outside the door, there was a small cage. It was filled with lots of rough and tumble little puppies, falling all over each other in an effort to get my mother's attention. She picked up one that was a red and white color. "Hey, baby." she whispered as she nuzzled the little furball. My little sister commenced to sit down and start trying to catch the little bugs that scurried on the ground. My brother looked with wide eyes at all the puppies. He pointed to the one in her arms and said, "I want that one." My mom laughed and cuddled the little creature some more. "Faran, I want you and your brother to get to know this little lady while we go talk to the owners." I meekly nodded my head and quickly ran over to the little puffball as my brother pet her. "She's pretty." I whispered as I hesitantly raised my hand to touch her fur. We cuddled her and laughed, and when she barked at us, we laughed some more. Finally, my mother came out of the house, papers in hand. My dad came out too, holding a box with no top. He set it down in the back of the van and waited for my mother. She carefully scooped up the little furball and set her in the cardboard box. "Sheila." she murmured into the thick fur. They loaded us all back in the van and gunned the ignition. "Sheila." I repeated, looking over the back seat for the first of many times before we made the trip home. Sheila became a part of my life for over twelve years. She died two Christmases ago. She was my hero, and treated us as puppies, and she is one family member I will never forget.
One of my most memorable memories would have to be the time that our family went to the beach for vacation. I was pretty young when we went, and I don't even remember what beach we were at. Even though I don't remember where we were at, I do remember having one of the best times of my life. The memory that sticks out to me the most about this trip is that me and my brother found a sand dune and a cardboard box. We used the box to ride down the sand dune. I had the best time ever. Even though I don't remember half of it, it is still one of my favorite vacations of all time.
One of my most valuable memories is when my family and I went to Cozumel for a week in the summer. I played on the beach all day until I was so sunburned that my dad made me go back to the hotel. All of the food was free, and there were alot of arcade games and ping pong tables so you wouldn't get bored after you left the beach. There are alot of other things I did there that I don't really remember but this is still one of my best memories.
A memory is something to never forget, and they last a lifetime. Some are good, while others can be bad. It's something you can look back on when you grow old. You can talk about it with old friends and have a good laugh.
When I was in the sixth grade I worked on the sidelines for the football team. We were very good that year and even went to the playoffs for the first time in years. I will never forget our first game in the playoffs when we made a miracle comeback in the fourth quarter to win. It left a wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was awesome with our fans storming the field after we made a hailmary pass in the final seconds. Just telling you about it makes me feel blissfull and warm inside.It was something that I will never forget and will tell my children and their children.
Memories are very special and important for everyone to have. Some may be very sentimental and joyful while others may be very bitter and hurtful. Memories are priceless and should be kept forever.
I have many memories but one that I will never forget is the day my parents decided to split up. I new things were rough but I didn't know it would lead to this. I don't think about it to much but it will always be there in the back of my mind. One day when I was coming home from a football workout my mom told me. At first I thought it to be tragically amiss but the more I took it into considration the more it made sense and seemed the equitable thing to do.
I'm happy now even though we aren't all together as a family although sometimes I yearn for it to be so. I live with my mom and don't see as much as my dad as I would prefer but other than that I am very content. I have great friends and I love my family as we are.
I like Faran B.'s (is that how you type that?) memory. I think it's really well written and includes good detail. I also like Sidney H.'s, Hers is very sweet and sentimental. Joshua Reynolds shows a good deal of emotion in his. In my opinion he describes his more as a memory of a feeling rather than a real event.
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I think that Mrs. Monthie is the best teacher ever. Not only is she smart but gosh she is good looking!
Test McTester
My big brother, Christian Ilie Marton, was the one to make all my memories, so you could say he was my most valuable memory. There was never a time when he was around that another memory wasn't made. Every moment spent with him was a moment to last for a life time. Even though he was only around for 13 years of my life, we made more memories together than i probably will ever make with anyone.
Lisa M.
There are too many valuable memories to just describe one, but there are numerous to put together and make one! Me and my best friend, Kobi, make TONS of memories together. Even if we're just walking through the mall, there's always something to remember. I am not focusing on one particular event to remember, but more so the memory of our whole friendship.
We became best friends in second grade, and have been inseparable since then. We share many secrets, have had many arguments, and have had the most fun together! Each and every one of those times have made one amazing memory. A memory that is still going, and that will never end.
Sidney H
One of my most treasured memories has to be the time I went snowmobiling with my family. I was about 12 years old when we went to Red River, New Mexico. We originally went to Red River to go skiing but i don't really like to ski. It wasn't just our family that had gone to Red River, we had went with the Denton and the Stanley families. Even though they did not go snowmobiling with us it was still a lot of fun. We all got our own snowmobiles and we rode up the mountain. About 45 minutes after we had started the ride up the mountain, we had ended up in a snow covered meadow. We had stayed up in the meadow for about 3 hours until the group leader said we had to go. Riding snowmobiles was one of the most fun things that i had ever done and that is why it is one of my most valueable memories.
That one about the ski trip was Brady S.
Brady S.
I'm not sure how you can place a value on a memory, a moment in time, but I do have one that is priceless. I was young, around three years old, and my family and I were all driving out to a farm. My mother, my father, my older brother, and my little sister. I don't remember too many specific details, but I do remember that this is my oldest memory, and to me that makes it precious. Our old gray caravan rumbled down the old country road for hours, or so it seemed. I glanced back over my shoulder out the back shield, and I remember thinking that all the dust we kicked up looked like a cloud of fairy dust, so I laughed. A child's innocent laugh echoes in my mind when I recall this day. I was always amazed at my surroundings, finding joy in the smallest of things. Eventually over the crest of the next hill, an old farm house came into view. My father pulled into the driveway and cut the ignition. My mom looked back at us and and smiled. "Guess what kids," she said conspiratorially, "we're getting a puppy!" She sounded really excited as she said it so I assumed it must be good. I didn't know what a puppy was. I knew about cats, after all we'd had one since before I was born, but a puppy was a new thing. My little sister was only one so she had no idea what was going on either, she just kind of smiled in that silly baby way, and smiled, clapping her hands. My mother unbuckled us out of our carseats and set us on the ground. I looked toward the house, and just outside the door, there was a small cage. It was filled with lots of rough and tumble little puppies, falling all over each other in an effort to get my mother's attention. She picked up one that was a red and white color. "Hey, baby." she whispered as she nuzzled the little furball. My little sister commenced to sit down and start trying to catch the little bugs that scurried on the ground. My brother looked with wide eyes at all the puppies. He pointed to the one in her arms and said, "I want that one." My mom laughed and cuddled the little creature some more. "Faran, I want you and your brother to get to know this little lady while we go talk to the owners." I meekly nodded my head and quickly ran over to the little puffball as my brother pet her. "She's pretty." I whispered as I hesitantly raised my hand to touch her fur. We cuddled her and laughed, and when she barked at us, we laughed some more. Finally, my mother came out of the house, papers in hand. My dad came out too, holding a box with no top. He set it down in the back of the van and waited for my mother. She carefully scooped up the little furball and set her in the cardboard box. "Sheila." she murmured into the thick fur. They loaded us all back in the van and gunned the ignition. "Sheila." I repeated, looking over the back seat for the first of many times before we made the trip home. Sheila became a part of my life for over twelve years. She died two Christmases ago. She was my hero, and treated us as puppies, and she is one family member I will never forget.
Faran B.
One of my most memorable memories would have to be the time that our family went to the beach for vacation. I was pretty young when we went, and I don't even remember what beach we were at. Even though I don't remember where we were at, I do remember having one of the best times of my life. The memory that sticks out to me the most about this trip is that me and my brother found a sand dune and a cardboard box. We used the box to ride down the sand dune. I had the best time ever. Even though I don't remember half of it, it is still one of my favorite vacations of all time.
Brandon B.
One of my most valuable memories is when my family and I went to Cozumel for a week in the summer. I played on the beach all day until I was so sunburned that my dad made me go back to the hotel. All of the food was free, and there were alot of arcade games and ping pong tables so you wouldn't get bored after you left the beach. There are alot of other things I did there that I don't really remember but this is still one of my best memories.
Randal O.
A memory is something to never forget, and they last a lifetime. Some are good, while others can be bad. It's something you can look back on when you grow old. You can talk about it with old friends and have a good laugh.
When I was in the sixth grade I worked on the sidelines for the football team. We were very good that year and even went to the playoffs for the first time in years. I will never forget our first game in the playoffs when we made a miracle comeback in the fourth quarter to win. It left a wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was awesome with our fans storming the field after we made a hailmary pass in the final seconds. Just telling you about it makes me feel blissfull and warm inside.It was something that I will never forget and will tell my children and their children.
Joshua Reynolds
Memories are very special and important for everyone to have. Some may be very sentimental and joyful while others may be very bitter and hurtful. Memories are priceless and should be kept forever.
I have many memories but one that I will never forget is the day my parents decided to split up. I new things were rough but I didn't know it would lead to this. I don't think about it to much but it will always be there in the back of my mind. One day when I was coming home from a football workout my mom told me. At first I thought it to be tragically amiss but the more I took it into considration the more it made sense and seemed the equitable thing to do.
I'm happy now even though we aren't all together as a family although sometimes I yearn for it to be so. I live with my mom and don't see as much as my dad as I would prefer but other than that I am very content. I have great friends and I love my family as we are.
Alex M.
I like Faran B.'s (is that how you type that?) memory. I think it's really well written and includes good detail. I also like Sidney H.'s, Hers is very sweet and sentimental. Joshua Reynolds shows a good deal of emotion in his. In my opinion he describes his more as a memory of a feeling rather than a real event.
Well written article.
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