Memories

A happy memory I have would be the time that my whole extended family on my dad’s side went to the outer banks. Okay it was that many people just some of my aunts, uncles, and my pap, but that is beside the point. Now the vacation was one of the best times I had and helped me grown closer to my family. The best memory I had was of me, my dad, my pap, and my uncle Jim getting up early every morning to see the sunrise on the beach. On the last day we got up extra early and wet to a special beach that had these amazing conch shells and went for a walk. We walked so long that all the people still at the house got worried about us. We talked about anything and everything considering I was only ten. My grandfather and I had a conversation that sits in my mind all the time. My pap told me a story about my grandmother and how she loved to make sea shell necklaces and go swimming in the ocean. After hearing the story I knew that I wanted to make two necklaces and wear one and lay the other by my grandmother’s grave. So they help me find some nice shells and that is what took us so long. When we got back to the house I did not say hi to anyone I went straight to the room I was staying in and started to make them. My sisters saw what I was doing and I told them the story and by the end of the day everyone had one on. This memory taught me that having something from a memory can make it easier to remember, and you have something to share with others. Also a memory does not have to be with only two or three people it can be with so many people and you will always have that bond.