A Child Memory Essay

There was silence.

..The irritating alarm clock didn’t wake up, leaving me in the peace and quiet.

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I laid in my bed, stretching my arms and legs while listening to the singing of the beautiful birds outside my window. A calm breeze of fresh air rushed through my toes.STOMP…STOMP..

.The beast had awoken. My sinister brother ran downstairs with a thunderous racket that forced me to my sleepy feet.My overly stressed body was suddenly relaxed by a scintillating smell from the kitchen that gradually flowed upstairs to my bedroom.Possessed by the irresistible smell of my mothers cooking, I strolled down the steep stairs to arrive in the kitchen. ‘Hmm delicious’ my brother exclaimed.

My breakfast had disappeared off the dining room table. My fluffy scrambled eggs; my sizzling sausages and even my homemade orange juice had all been eaten. My nasty brother knew it was my breakfast. This event wasn’t unusual as it wasn’t hard for him to manipulate me as I was only 6 at the time while he was 12.He rose to his beastly feet and walked towards me, licking his greedy lips, with the dirty plate and empty glass in his hands and dropped them into mine. He then whispered in my nervous ear, ‘Clean these dishes..

.or else’. He carried on walking, past my shoulder, leaving me in the kitchen, with a question- should I clean the dishes or tell my mother? This situation seemed to come up often, especially the ‘or else’ part.

Usually, I wouldn’t take any notice of what he ordered me to do, but there was the rare occasion that if I didn’t do it, I would have had to suffer the severe consequences.After a short time of serious thinking, I decided to choose the risky option of going to the only person that had even the slightest control over my brother, my mother. It wasn’t long until my brother was being interrogated. I was enjoying every second of my brother getting shouted at.As soon as my mother was finished with him, my brother turned round and gave me a long, hard stare.

He had never looked at me in such a way before. Filled with nerves, I tried my best to stay out of his way.The next day slowly approached me. I was very confused why my brother hadn’t said anything to me yet. I was getting more and more worried every minute why he was not confronting.

It was as if I wanted him to punish me as soon as possible so he wouldn’t build up all the anger inside of his brutish body.Luckily for me, it was the day my father was taking my best friend and I to Thorpe Park. He used to take me, as a special treat, every other week. I loved the water rides, especially as the water crashed into your face giving you an immediate drenching. On the other hand, I detested everything about rollercoaster’s. Several days beforehand, they had opened a new rollercoaster with excruciating heights and speeds. It gave me the shivers just by looking at it.I was overjoyed to see my father arrive to pick me up.

I dashed outside and leapt onto the back seat and wrapped my arms around my father’s neck.During the journey, I couldn’t stop thinking why my brother was acting so passive towards me earlier on, it just didn’t seem at all right.We soon arrived at the theme park and suddenly was approached my best friend. Unfortunately, my father was unable to accompany us as he had to attend a meeting. ‘Have fun guys’ exclaimed my father.Our first step into the theme park was confronted by mountains of huge rollercoaster’s and cries of excitement from the people riding them. My friend and I didn’t dare go near them.

We avoided the terrifying rollercoaster’s and headed straight towards our favourite section of the park- the water rides. We had hours of enjoyment there. We also spoiled ourselves with the clawing sweetness of fluffy clouds of candyfloss and sickly sweet fizzy drink.

I was suddenly confronted by my brother and his friends as I leapt from the log fume. He immediately clutched my shirt and pushed me into the circle of jeering so called friends of his. He then grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and dragged me towards the latest thrill-seeker, STEALTH! He thought it would be amusing to make me suffer the enduring nightmare of the fastest rollercoaster that banked at speeds so in-comprehendible, I didn’t dare to ask. This was his retaliation for me informing our mother of his constant meanness towards me.I was strapped into my seat shivering with trepidation.

My brother was giggling as he knew of what laid before me. My white knuckles gripped the bar ahead. My ashen face was covered with beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. And then the journey began…

Sweeping upwards, climbing higher and higher until the summit was reached. Here we paused, surveying the beauty of the surrounding countryside. This was only momentary as we lurched forward and built up great speeds descending until we came to a sudden halt.I have to admit, the adrenaline rush was extremely enjoyable and I overcame my fear of the dreaded rollercoaster rides much to the annoyance of my brother.You could say that the next memory I am going to tell you about is one that I am sure many of you have experiencedI was only 9 years old at the time, 9 and a half to be exact. It was the day my family and I were visiting my grandparents in Miami for Christmas. They used to go out to America for 6 months of the year from November-May to leave the cold and dreary winters of England.

It was a very special holiday as to take the whole family out was obviously rather extravagant so was only done on special occasions.I took my first step into the airport, where I was immediately lost surrounded by hoards of impetuous people. I hastily grabbed mother’s hand and we weaved our way through the crowds to arrive at the check-in desk.Soon after, we approached the metal detectors. I laid my Pokem�n suitcase on the conveyer belt to be scanned. I was worried my braces were going to set it off but I grinned wildly and luckily I was let through.Unfortunately, we were running late so we weren’t able to shop in the duty free, instead we had to run to the allocated gate. In a matter of minutes, we were heading down the tunnel to the plane.

I was feeling nervous on entering the plane but really, my greatest apprehension was during take off. But I needn’t have worried as the pilot was extremely experienced and also a friend of my father, thus he invited me into the mysterious cockpit.It wasn’t long till take- off. I was all ready; strapped up nice and tight in my belt sat along with my mother and father either side of me holding my hands for encouragement.The plane started moving; I was feeling the suspense already. It headed towards the run-way and was guided into position for take-off.

Engines throttled. The plane started getting faster and faster. I gripped my parent’s hands. The monumental amount of force kept me pinned to my seat.

Then suddenly, we began to climb at an immense rate until the plane reached the desirable height of 30,000 ft.Not to soon afterwards, we were then able to unfasten ourselves and stretch our legs. Fortunately, I knew it was a long flight so I came well prepared.

My mother is always so clever when we fly, not only does she provide me with my favourite nibbles but some delicious smoked salmon sandwiches. Not to mention the fantastic choice of movies on offer that had just left the cinema.Coming towards the end of the flight, we were told to fasten our seatbelts.

Coincidently, I was desperate for the loo and it wasn’t at least fifteen minutes until landing. So I swiftly got out of my seat and headed towards the cubicle, only to be halted by one of the hostess and asked to return to my seat.We drove a 3 tiring hours from their house in Miami, all the way to Orlando-getting lost on the way countless times but we soon arrived at the place I had always dreamed of going to-Disney World.From there on, we voyaged back towards the coast, where we were confronted by immeasurable expanses of marshland. I didn’t think there would be very much to keep us entertained, but we managed to spend the whole day exploring the marshlands in a Hover Craft, catching glimpses of alligators manoeuvring through the laces of ballrushes ready to pounce on their nearest prey.

After a breathtaking day, we drove through the long drowsy night. The dense fog made visibility a struggle.


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