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Fourth Chunk

I would have to say i agree with some of the points Lang is making, and it makes me wonder why we don't remember our childhood. It made me think, we don't only forget the essence of our childhood, but the essence of our lives as well. Middle school and high school is still a blur in my mind, and it was very recent. Since we are always changing, time erases memories.
My childhood is like a vague dream. Just like dreams i only remember the highlights, and i don't recall the details. But i also disagree with Lang's argument, because i do remember the feeling of my childhood and its essence. Its hard for me to describe, but along with certain memories i have certain emotions and feelings that go along with those memories. I feel like i do remember the essence of my childhood. There are a few reasons that i remember the essence of my childhood. I have lived in the same neighborhood since i was a little girl, and memories are sparked everyday when i come home. I have also gone to SOF from sixth grade until now. I was constantly around the same enviorment, at home and at school and i was constantly reminded of my past. I also see a lot of the same people i knew in middle school.
But i feel like a lot of people are not reminded of their past that much. Many kids move, they change schools, and meet new people and as people get older we forget who we once were. In the movie Harold and Maude, Harold has lost touch with himself. His mother is to blame. Life for Harold seems meaningless and he fakes death in his house. Maude was Harold's push, and she helped him become more in touch with his body.

ARM
One childhood memory I had was when I broke my left arm. I don’t remember how old I was I was young and it was before elementary school. As most children have a lot of energy, so did I. I was a crazy kid, I had a lot of energy and I was always crazy, running around, running away from my mom, etc. One day I in my brother’s room, my brother was a teenager in high school when I broke my arm. I was jumping on his bed; we always played the same game. I would jump and he would trip me and I’d fall on the bed. I loved this game, me and my brother also used to jump from a high mattress onto a futon but that is a different memory. Anyway my brother tripped me and I landed on my arm the wrong way, it made a cracking sound and I remember excruciating pain, my arm hurt a lot. I could’t lift my arm. I was crying, my father is a nervous wreck, and started blaming my brother for playing too rough with me. My mom freaks out and she was freaking out. My parents took me to the hospital (I have no memory or the hospital though) I just remember wearing a cast at school.

FORTS
When i was in elementary school my best friend and i would play in my living room. We would have so much fun and i really miss it. We would make forts out of my couches, we'd take the cushions apart and create a fort where we could stay. Each of us had our own fort. After that we would throw the extra pillows on the floor to increase the size of our forts, and we would finish by placing a blanket over the top of the couch making it our own hide away.

MONKEY BARS
For some reason the most vivid memories of mine are where i was in pain. When i was a little girl i don't remember my age i was playing on red monkey bars. I was holding onto the monkey bars with my little hands, i lifted myself up and lifted my legs onto the monkey bars as well where i lifted my entire body up. Now i my whole body was ontop of the monkeybars (the highest point) I dont remember how i fell, i just remember falling face down onto the rubber black padding in parks. It really is important to have rubber padding in parks. I rememebr my dad rushing over to me and picking me up.