Childhood memories are special for everyone. When I was a child, my house was as a place of joy and happiness to me. I was not born in a rich family. I was brought up in a small family which included my mother, father, and two younger brothers. I was the eldest sister to take care of two younger brothers when we had toys I must give them to play first. So my parent always looked-after us. I like that we have spent together. I like it when we toured together as a family, we like to picnic on the beach and waterfall. When I was ten years old I was attended to a small but nice school. At school I was always a friend joked about my weight. I'm angry with them, but it just makes us confidant. Some of the memories make me happy, but others make me grow up.