My first memories are playing soccer for Carlingford Redbacks with my stepdad as the coach.
One of my earliest memories is my father telling me to behave because I’m about to meet and work with the greatest actor of all time. Then this old guy comes out and I was like, ‘Pfff, he doesn’t look anything like Luke Skywalker, I don’t know what my dad is trying to tell me here.’
A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.
I have so many memories of going fishing and camping as a kid, and my dad had season tickets to watch the Marlins – and that’s where I fell in love with the game.
I don’t mind being an only child; never have. I am lucky, though, that I have my friend Emily, who grew-up very close to me and so, there is someone I have shared memories with. I would miss that if I didn’t have it, I think.
As children, my siblings and I were actively discouraged from acting. I have no memories of going on set with my parents – aside from ‘Gulliver’s Travels.’
In every man the memory of the struggles and the heroes of the past is alive. But these memories are not incompatible with the desire for peace in the future.
Music evokes so many feelings in us, memories, nostalgia, things that are connected to our past.
My favorite memories were with my dad, throwing a football around when he came home from work. As long as kids are having fun, that’s the biggest deal at the end of the day.
Memories have huge staying power, but like dreams, they thrive in the dark, surviving for decades in the deep waters of our minds like shipwrecks on the sea bed.
We have nothing but fond memories from Sochi.
I know that attaching memories to books may be going out of the world, but while it lasts, it’s a strong record of your life.
My childhood was great, honestly. I have all these incredible memories of my childhood. I was an only child. I always had all my cousins around. I had my grandparents around. I had my parents around. I had my uncles around – whatever.
I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.
It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.
My family means different things to different folks. I think, for most people, they have very fond memories and believe my family made important contributions to the country.
I don’t really have childhood-type memories. I had to grow up very young.
I just have these terrible memories of our first European tour back in 2007. We had hired this van and tour service from the former Czech Republic called Fluff Wheels, and they sent us out with this 19-year-old vegan driver kid who had no money and refused to eat anything.
I tend to always carry a camera with me. I live next to a fire station, and I’ve got lots of photos of the hook and ladder coming out of the house. And I like food, so I tend to photograph wonderfully presented food all the time. To me those are very pleasant memories.
My life has been filled with beautiful memories of my father. You often hear people talk about ‘daddy’s girl.’ Well, that was me.
It’s true, Christmas can feel like a lot of work, particularly for mothers. But when you look back on all the Christmases in your life, you’ll find you’ve created family traditions and lasting memories. Those memories, good and bad, are really what help to keep a family together over the long haul.
One of my earliest memories is being backstage at ‘Bran Nue Dae’ in Darwin when I was about eight. It’s such a fun, happy show and a real celebration of being Aboriginal… it felt really great and achievable as a career. It all felt normal.
My dad was a professional track racer. It’s in my genes, and my first memories as a baby were in a velodrome.
My best memories in life are with my elder sister Priyanka Tiwari and my brother Aishwarya Tripathi.
I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state. What I am grateful for is the gift of intelligence, and for life, love, wonder, and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting. My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip.
I collect memories. I look for opportunities to try new things, go to new places, and meet new people all the time.
My beliefs and my faith are part of who I am, and I’m so grateful that I had the foundation laid early on. My mom took me to church from my earliest memories, so I’m grateful to have had that foundation laid early, and it’s just part of who I am.
People use us for their weddings, their university convocations – you become a part of culture. That’s a big part of people’s lives, and it’s actually a really big honor for us. All their memories around that process are stored in Paperless Post.
I have fond memories of Chris Penn, who’s sadly not with us. He always made me laugh – it was great to be with him.
I have many memories of waking up to eat breakfast that my mother carefully prepared for us and her saying, what do y’all want for lunch, and as we’re eating lunch, what do y’all want for dinner? It’s always about the next meal.
Growing up with my family gave me some of my best memories. I’d like to have a family of my own – slip away for a bit and do nothing but spend those early years with my children.
‘Research,’ for me, is a big word that encompasses a lot of different activities, all of them based around curiosity. Research is traveling to places, or studying snowflakes with a magnifying glass, or excavating one’s memories. Research is walking around Hamburg with a notebook.
The first time I dedicated myself to resurrecting and preserving somebody’s memories was with my great-uncle. I knew he was going to die in the next few years, and I had grown up listening to all his stories about people who had been trapped or chased by the Nazis. I began to record them.
‘The Simpsons’ from the very beginning was based on our memories of brash ’60s sitcoms – you had a main title theme that was bombastic and grabbed your attention – and when you look at TV shows of the 1970s and ’80s, things got very mild and toned down and… obsequious.
A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.
Memory is this one attempt to not be erased by time. And I think that ties back to what I learned watching my grandmother lose her memories is, you know, we are all facing erasure eventually.
Memories, impressions and emotions from the first 20 years on earth are most writers’ main material; little that comes afterward is quite so rich and resonant.
Living in Sydney, I’ve taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.
The words come from here. From memories, from dreams, from people I’ve known. I’m always writing and reflecting on life. I want to suck it all in.
I’m a really nostalgic person. I love taking photos and video and having memories. I remember all my childhood videos that my dad used to take. I think that’s really what life is about – especially when you start a family of your own.
I actually interviewed other people about myself, and that alerted me to the fact that I had to really investigate my memories.
Some of my fondest memories are holidays by the seaside.
My mom is awesome. She’s really young. My mom is 40, and she raised me listening to Nirvana and Courtney Love and Coldplay, Gin Blossoms, The Cranberries, and stuff. Like, my early, early memories are of being a little kid running around in floral skirts and Doc Martens when I was, like, three.
Fans all have their memories of pennant races, good memories, sick memories.
I did a movie called Marathon Man and it was one of my best memories.
My first and strongest memories about perfume come from childhood, from my mother, and they are a complex blend of her private and public selves.
One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting – not well; I am a terrible shot – quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.
It is difficult sharing and capturing so many years of memories and the people behind the words-and even though that guest book can speak volumes, in between, the pages remain so silent.
Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what’s going to happen. It’s one of the most beautiful things in life, but it’s one of the most terrifying. It’s worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.
I was actually in an iron lung for about a year, and then I was paralysed from the neck down for another year after that. So I spent a lotta time just lying down as a kid. And some of my earliest memories from then are of listening to the radio.
Some of my early musical memories are attached to grunge.
Scents evoke very, very powerful memories, whether it’s the scent of someone that you know and someone that you love, or if it’s a meal that your mother made.
My childhood closet was ornamented with U.S. jerseys of World Cups spanning the nineties and two-thousands – some of my favorite memories are from summers when, with a ball under my foot and a jersey on my back, I watched the U.S. team go up against the world’s best players in the largest sporting event on Earth.
