One year, we had hollowed-out eggs that we filled with confetti and glitter. The backyard still had traces of confetti and glitter on the ground some years later. Every year on Halloween, my sisters and I would dress up in different costumes and went trick-or-treating with my dad, who sometimes would dress up as a Dracula version of Hilary Clinton.
We never had a lot of trick-or-treaters come to our house, so we stopped buying candy and handed out granola bars to the few trick-or-treaters that stopped by. As a whole, the holidays were a great time of family togetherness and joy. While I was growing up, my family and I had many family dogs. We were not biased toward any particular dog breed type, although we tended to have small-to-medium-sized dogs of different breeds; both purebred and mixed.
In addition to family dogs, I had some pets of my own, including two hamsters, hermit crabs, some fish, and a guinea pig named Shadow who was especially dear to me. I was upset when Shadow died of old age. One memory that stands out clearly for me is when my sister gave me her hamster which I took care of for several months before it died of old age. With each pet death I grieved for the loss of a beloved friend and companion and was depressed for several days afterward.
Animals have always been a major highlight in my life and a source of great comfort, and they continue to be an important part of my life. In middle school and high school, I was in band and played the clarinet. By the 7th and 8th grade, I was in top band and then participated in marching band in high school. I still have vivid memories of practicing after school in the one hundred-plus degree heat.
My favorite class in 11th grade was a dance class that included modern dance, jazz, ballet and western. At the end of the year, we had a performance. I immensely enjoyed this class even more so than band and these extracurricular activities were the things I enjoyed most about school.
During the summers, my family and I went on many different camping trips around the U. S, including the Grand Canyon, Mt. But my most significant memory was our trip to Europe when I was fifteen.
My dad had a work rotational assignment in Belgium with the company where he worked. We moved to Eckeren near the town of Antwerp in Belgium where Flemish, a dialect of Dutch, was spoken. I remember tons of driving and walking around seeing the sights, and not staying in one place for too long, as my parents wanted to see as much as possible during the ten months we were there.
Vesuvius and Pompeii, lots of cathedrals, and more. One funny thing I remember was on just about every street corner were cathedrals and McDonalds. We ate out at McDonalds often while traveling, to the point we were getting tired of it. The cathedrals, while really exquisite, started to look the same after awhile.
So my mother always looked-after me. I was not kept under the care of hired nurse. When I was six years old I was sent to a small but nice school. Soon I made friends with two or three boys. Even now I clearly remember faces of my school friends and teachers. When I was young I did not like my school teacher because sometimes he used to beat me. It is good that the system of beating is abolished now.
We had to go to school early in the morning. In the beginning, like most boys, I was unwilling to get up early in the morning and go to school. But as I was interested in my studies I enjoyed going to school. In the afternoon, we played all sorts of games and pranks in the street.
I was very mischievous when I was young. Whenever I saw a man passing on the way, sometimes I would pull down his turban and run away. Sometimes when I found a bullock cart waiting on the way and the cartman gone away for a while on business, I would ride the cart and drive the bullocks to some distance and disappear.
On his return, the cartman was puzzled when they would not find his cart. But this made us roar with laughter. The cartman would run after us but we would disappear through small lanes. When I was ten years old, I had gone with some boys to a neighbouring village on pool. I did not inform my parents. We could not return till it was very dark. My parents were very anxious. They searched for me everywhere, but I could not be found. At last, when they saw me coming back late at night, my father jumped' at me.
He held me firmly by my arm. When he was about to beat me, my mother came forward to save me. I was left off with a strong scolding. A father, though loving is often strict, but a mother is always tender to her children. My mother always saved me from the anger of my father.
Thus I liked my mother more than I liked my father.
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