My Childhood Memories Essay

Oh no I shouted at the put across of my voice, please dont break down my grandparents house I had just returned from New York to Trinidad with my parents. I left Trinidad when I was six years old. I grew up in couva with my grandparents, where I had many friends living in there in the same villag.eI walked through the stree diagramt where my friends and I once played jump rope. The sight of the many old-fashioned houses caught my attention. I stop as I started at one house with boarded up windows. It looked weather beaten, but the sight of that house painted a repellent smile on my face because it was the house where I once steal mangoes from my neighour, Uncle Bob.As I approached the yard a sea of colours rush along past my eyes and painted the house and the garden became alive with chic flowers and swaying coconut trees. I saw myself swinging under the Poui tree and naan bringing freshly extracted sugar cane juice for me.Even though this was just a memory I could hear the mel odious apprisal of the birds all day. Once again, I could smell the frangranced sent of the large roses that bloomed tight fitting to the garden.Before I got off the swing I looked up to the tree and saw the soft, yellow poui petals greeting my face. Some of the tiny blossoms gracefully fly at my feet. I grabbed a handful and through it up in the air.I saw the vision of myself greeting the gardener, who gave me roses to put in the vase. He was always very kind and didnt mind me playing in the garden.