Personal Narrative: My Childhood Memories Of Beowulf

How do you remember your childhood friends? Whenever I think of my childhood friends, I remember all the amazing memories we had; being in control of our neighborhood, making our own treehouse, killing a few snakes, rolling a wagon around like we were cool, and just having the time of our lives. We did not care what people thought of us and we all encouraged one another to be ourselves, not like one another. Maybe we did not say that, but it was an unspoken thing; we were not just those friends that had fun together, we were there for one another during the hard times too. We would not give “advice” but we would say, “It is going to be okay”, and go get ice cream from the ice cream truck. Though one of the greatest memories I remember is the time my friends and I made a holiday: Clerpishdah. Think about your closest friends, and now imagine you were conjoined at birth. That was kind of how we were …show more content…
It was beginning to get late, and we were talking about school starting soon— how we did not want our winter break to end. Somehow we got of holidays, and we decided to make our own: Clerpishdah. Clerpishdah was a holiday for kids that did not want their winter break to end after Christmas. We ran to the trash and got the tree out and began to carry it all the way to the huge dirt hill. We got three very long extension chords, combined them together, and connected old Christmas lights that Luke’s family was going to throw away since a few of the bulbs did not work. We plugged it in and watched the tree in awe of the twinkling lights, the bright stars above us, and the cool breeze hitting our skin. My mom then called me saying that the pizza came so I should go home to eat. We all went to my house and brought the pizza to the tree with some coke, and once we were done eating, we played tag for the rest of the