The undeveloped woods behind our homes provided endless opportunities for adventure. Who was your very best friend? I would climb so high I'd swear I could reach the sky. Choose your topic. I was raised in Haiti for eight years Cofer specifically comments on the impact her family back home in Puero Rico and United States have I had seen a picture of her before then I was told by Mummy Dada, my aunt, so I knew her on sight.
With the bounty of the woodland tucked safe in my pocket I turn to take the path home. After adopting my mom my grandparents realized more space was needed Or perhaps blowing candles on your second birthday? You may find some of the following ideas helpful in starting to write your childhood memories: Remember the school days.
I found this out when I moved away from my hometown in the third grade.