Well, finally we're already in the end of the year. Yes, finally and already. Some people probably say "wow that was too fast, I couldn't see. Time flies" and others may say "Finally, end of the year and vacation here". I would say that the time should be slower, because I don't want this time to pass. Childhood is something I hear everyone says that is a great time of life. Well I'm 13 so I have the grab the opportunities right? So, do you remember a good time of your childhood that want to share? I would really like to hear your stories. Something fun, something cool, something, somewhat, unforgettable. There are many things that I won't forget. I remember when I lost my fear of heights, I went in a amusement park named Hopi Hari with my friends. We had a lot of fun there, too much fun for me to forget. There was something there... La Tour Eiffel of Hopi Hari, one of the greatest things of Hopi Hari Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler I was afraid in the time, but I don't know how I just... somehow just didn't fear anything while I'm with them, because they are my best friends. Well, this is what I wanted to share, do you want to share something too? A precious memory, a good moment... anything comes in mind?
This story was a classic one, and it always gets retold. For as long as I can remember, every summer we headed up to a beach in New Hampshire and rented a timeshare for a week right near the beach. It was a trip I always looked forward to and always enjoyed. Then one grand summer, when I was 10 and my younger brother was five, my brother and I had come home from a day at summer CCD when my parents plopped two gifts bags in front of us. I opened mine and found travel brochures inside for Sea World, Disney World, and Universal. "Oh cool! Something I can read on the car ride up to Hampton!", little me said. My parents started laughing, and legend goes that it took a full half hour for both my brother and I to clue in that we weren't going to the beach, but to Florida. We were there for two weeks, saw and did all three major attractions, and took my first flight on an airplane. I rode things I didn't think I would, saw things I never thought I would see, and did things I will never forget. There are plenty of other things, but this one sticks out the most for me and if I shared the others this post would be longer than Homer's Odyssey.
There were many things in my childhood that were not good. But as far as stories go, I don't really think I have too many. Of course, there were the family trips through Sweden and Denmark which I enjoyed. The thing about my childhood I miss, though, is not having to worry. I didn't have to worry about things the same way I do now. All the summers when I didn't have to work, didn't have to plan out my next college semester, etc. The days when I could just play soccer and chill.
If you mean childhood as in from birth to 13 years old, the memory that sticks out to me the most was my two trips to Disney World. 2001 (just turned 5) and 2002 (just turned 6). The trip in 2001 was almost a month after 9/11, so my parents were reluctant to take me there. They did anyway, and we stayed at the Grand Floridian. The bad thing is I honestly can't remember anything about the hotel other than the lobby, the fact the room had a TV with Disney Channel on it, and watching the fireworks from Cinderella's Castle every night we were there. Oh, and the Mickey Mouse waffles... and when I hugged Tigger in the restaurant. Then in 2002 we stayed at one of the New Orleans themed hotels. We rode a boat to breakfast, that's all I remember about the hotel. The other thing I remember about that trip was a girl called me "Otter" instead of "Autumn". I must've had very bad pronunciation when I was six, haha XD! I'd honestly go back to Disney if I could. It was amazing. If you mean from birth to 18 years old (or 20, whichever you think is the end of adolescence.. and even though I'm only 15 as of now), then it'd have to be my 8th grade class trip to Washington D.C., it was more stressful than fun in the end, though. Lots of roommate drama (what do you expect with a room consisting of four fourteen year old girls?) came out of it. But I never thought once in my life I would be able to go to D.C. and see all the buildings. I thought I'd only be able to see them on TV. It was also an amazing experience, other than the drama. I'd really, really like to go back on my own time and experience it again, minus drama. Also, the two robberies I've had so far have been and will always be something I remember. That's all I have to say, really. Sorry if my rambling ended up to be annoying. :P
The memories that stands out the most to me is when I went with my 8th Grade class around the state of Georgia. I was a thrill going around and seeing new things. My second one is when my family went to Myrtle Beach and I got to miss two weeks of Summer School. Hehehe. Anyway, it wasn't long after I turned 18 and my parents let me go and wonder the city on my own. Everyday around lunch I'd leave the hotel and go to the nearest Burger King and buy my family lunch. Also I went to Big Lots and picked up a knockoff Wolkaizer. Fun times.
There are a lot of things from my childhood that I'll never forget, but the greatest thing that had an impact on me was when my dad brought home 3 newborn kittens- merely 5 hours old! We took care of them for a few days, hoping against all odds that they would live without a proper mother. We weren't supposed to name them in case they didn't make it, but my siblings and I couldn't help it. We named them Simba, Callie, and Sneezer. Sneezer was our biggest worry. She was incredibly small, and kept sneezing all through the night. She made it a few days before her dark gray fur was reduced to thin peach fuzz. But after a while, she grew her fur back- this time in a beautiful cream color. It was odd, but amazing. She got a new home and is now mothering another little kitten that get new owners rescued, and her name was changed to Hazy. Callie is also doing fine. She too has a new home, and likes to torment the big dog that lives with her. She was my favorite, and always the princess. We only kept Simba. She was an orange Tabby, and the favorite of my sister. We kept her almost a year, but sadly, she got sick and didn't make it. But of all the memories of my childhood, I find this one most important because I learned a lot about life and death and emotions. And of course, cats.
