I have many memories of when I was a kid, some obviously stand out more than others and the ones that do stand out more all seem to have one thing in common, they all take place in nature. It’s weird because I came down to this conclusion in class Monday when we reviewed E.B Whites reading of his memories when he was a child. All of his memories were also in outdoor environments just like the ones mine were in. These memories all bring back a sense of nostalgia and are the motivation for most of my writing, such as the essay I just wrote, which was about a photograph that brings back memories.
The memories that stand out the most are the ones of me as a kid just being wild. When I was younger I remember running around behind my house with a group of friends and we used play cops and robbers which always ended up with me covered in dirt because I would hide in the most unusual places I could think of. For example, once I hid between a huge bush and my neighbors shed and just sat there till the game was over. However, to get in that spot I had to crawl in all sorts of dirt and my jeans would just be annihilated, and yes I would get in tons of trouble, but now I can sit here and say these were the best days of my life and the memories that I will never forget.
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