My Fondest Memory

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"Time has a way of breaking up our memory into fragments of miniscule pieces. Pieces so fragile and delicate that they get caught up in the winds of time and strewn along the pathway of life, and eventually forgotten.” –Anonymous Nothing is more powerful than the memories created by a child's experiences. The child's memories fashion the adult's life. Every day of adult life is touched by the memories of childhood experiences. Freud and his theory in psychoanalysis states that our greatest adult fears and anxieties were created and produced by our childhood memories. Even our most negative adult views of ourselves are the product of childhood memories. Our most important adult goals and drives have their roots in childhood memories. Thus, adult attitudes, perspectives, expectations and view of life are all powerfully influenced by our childhood experiences and memories. My childhood experiences are mainly just bits and pieces. My memories are the things that only stay constant. I can pull them out like an old book and relive them while the world around me changes so rapidly. My fondest, most favorite and most vivid memories are the summers of my childhood spent in the street where we live up until I was about nine. Childhood memories come flooding back as I recall my early life in the streets called home, a neighborhood consisting of relatively new housing and middle class people. My favorite place this time was the very street where I lived. This was our playground and our battlefield long before the days of computer games and organized sports for kids. The street we played from morning until dark in the summer months when school was out. No dull moments, no need to worry about the danger traffic as there was only one car in the whole street, owned, we thought by a billionaire. This little Toyota Corolla was the only hindrance we had to negotiate when playing
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