In ordinary study, work or life, many people have written essays, right? Essays can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the different time limits for writing. What kind of an essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my compilation of memory topic essay, only for reference, welcome to read.
Memories topic essay 1In my memory, I treasure a good memory of taking a 40-minute train ride.
I had never been on a train. On that day, Uncle Sam said he would take me and my cousins on a 40-minute train ride, and even though it was 40 minutes, we were very excited.
Around 3:00 pm, we boarded the bus**** from Jiaocheng to Taiyuan. We chose a seat by the window, and the sunlight shone on our exhausted bodies, and we felt a lot of mental relief. Along the way, we a few small children dancing, laughing and joking. Uncle San told us a lot of things about his childhood, humorous language and tone of voice to make us laugh!
Around 4:00, we arrived at Taiyuan Square, where Uncle Sam took out his camera and captured a precious moment for us. Then, we walked towards the train station, the result, the attendant said: "summer vacation, travelers are very much, the car is already full, have to wait for 5:30 to sit, but unfortunately just 40 minutes, can not be in the roaming around, enjoy the flowers to tease."
So, we also have to wait, otherwise, this time in vain, it is not easy to 5:15 a quarter, we began to move, looking for half a day to find the 15th carriages. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! People also really much, it is difficult to find a landing point, but the crowd and I squeezed out.
Thanks to a kind sister to give me a palm-sized place, I just got out of this unnecessary "disaster", unknowingly, the train slowly away, slowly, out the window of all the flying backward, we stood in a smooth and fast train. A moment later, 40 minutes to slip away from us. Getting off the train, it was already 7:30, in order not to let grandpa anxious, we boarded the bargain car again.
The topic of memory essay 2
Time flies, turn six years have passed. Among them, sweet, sour, bitter, salty, are in it, painted a beautiful landscape in life, y hidden in the memory album.
In first grade, Zhang Yang and I took the same bag out of school. Talking about the pinyin that we just learned today, or the beautiful eraser, or watching cartoons for too long yesterday to be scolded by mom.
Second grade, dictation when you can not write "composition". I secretly asked Zhang Lin. Zhang Lin is really a friend. She still immediately sent a note. Who knows, after the teacher found out, the two were caught by the teacher and stood outside as punishment. They thought that because they hurt Zhang Lin, he would ignore them in the future. He cried when he thought about it. Zhang Lin thought I was afraid of the teacher and cried. He came over to comfort me and smiled when he realized Zhang Lin wasn't angry.
In the third grade, in order to argue where Superman is so powerful, I and Zhang Deihao quarrel, cold war for several days. In fact, my anger had long since subsided, and I wanted to say sorry to him, but I was proud of myself.
In fourth grade, in a photo, two children with tears on their faces forced a smile, leaving the last photo. The photo reads, "Xiao Hao can't bear to go back home, take care!" .
Fifth grade, another photo, is when I went to the amusement park with Satoshi, remembering how Satoshi's screams on the roller coaster made the gods cry.
Sixth grade rolled around, and students started writing alumni records, which were full of thick books so they wouldn't forget!
If alumni can bring friendship, I'll protect it with my life. If friendship can bring classmates, I will water it with friendship. Our memories, may friendship live on earth!
Memories topic essay 3Graduation exams came, the test number is posted on the corner of the table, this is the classroom of the fifth grade B class, a daily pass by but never went in both familiar and strange classroom. On the blackboard there are five B classmates kind words of blessing, the upper left corner of the table there is a strip of transparent tape carefully affixed to the test number, grateful and envious at the same time - they still have a year of light, but we do not even have a day.
Although we all know this, but we all laugh and laugh still, parting is not just equal to sadness.
The afternoon before, we grouped together and laughed at each other, asking, "Will you remember what happened before? Will you remember our class?"
It was a class that the whole year marveled at, so how could I forget?
There are math elites here, there are dance masters, there are basketball masters ...... but always won't get the first place; they wear headphones all day long and run crazy all over the school, and become the leader of the scolding ......
One day, there was an thing made them even more determined to unite as one. Two students who had never served as any class officers took all the punishment they could get for the sake of the class. As they ran endlessly on the playground, sweating. We can't run with them, and we can't even shout "cheer" or say "hard" to those who made the mistake.
At that time, the most cool boys, the strongest students, the most indifferent to the matter of indifferent students actually shed tears, sunshine, tears and sweat intertwined together, and steam melted, and then tears and flow, sweat and then risk, converged into a youthful river, towards the front of the raging to go ......
Since then, we have been united as one. Since then, we are united, no one bullied classmates, no one made a mistake.
We all know that this event is called military training, this event is called growth, this event is called graduation.
The bell rings, hand in your papers. Pack up and get up. We all look back at the examination room, coincidentally, the examination number strip carefully removed, put into our youthful memory book.
No one cried on the day of graduation, we believe that we can see each other again tomorrow.
Looking out the window at the flying sycamore leaves, my thoughts drifted to that wonderful time in elementary school ......
Here, once buried hiding our deep friendship; here cohesion of our laughter.
Third grade, when we stepped on the second floor, a new stage of learning, dragging snot letter ("letter" is a pseudonym, the following "Juan" "Huan" are pseudonyms) suggested planting a sycamore tree seed on campus so that it could grow along with you. The class agrees. That afternoon, the sycamore tree seeds in the class cheered in the soil ...... seeds buried towards the moment, our hearts also planted the seeds of friendship ......
Light is like an arrow, fourth grade, we repeated every day to go to school --The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. But we will not forget the sycamore tree, in the "busy", after school will still run to the sycamore tree, the homework will be completed, and then, there will be a small partner out of the Go, fight up. At that time, Juan and I would always "kill" each other, and the "broadcaster", Huan, would "broadcast" the "Go" battle to everyone. Huan, the "broadcaster", would "broadcast" the "battle" to everyone. The humorous language will always bring out a burst of laughter ......
The fifth grade is here, the task of learning is more onerous, the sycamore tree is still upright, the children are still happy. Under the sycamore tree, covered with friendship. The sound of memorizing English texts, the sound of play, ping-pong balls landing crisp "bang bang" sound, converged into a "symphony of friendship".
Another school year passed, we grew up a lot. Looking back on these years of elementary school life, each face is full of excitement and happiness. The second semester of the sixth grade is a semester we feel very heavy. Due to the fact that the separation is imminent, the elementary school partners will be separated, to different secondary schools, the day of separation, or that sycamore tree, still the group of innocent children. But in their eyes, no longer read happy, cheeks, hanging a few drops of crystal tears ......
The far past of the elementary school time, has brought us joy, sadness, joy, sorrow, leaving it, some difficult to part with the feeling. But the life of the middle school to me, I want to wholeheartedly into the life of the middle school. However, I will not forget the Han, Juan and Huan that had brought me joy ......
Memories Topic Essay 5When the time when the light treads on the spine of winter and finished a journey, when the spring breeze once again sent that warm blessing, at this moment is strolling down the memory lane, recalling the once left behind that section of the despondent reverie Sunny afternoon, casually turn over the hand of the book, a line of clear and elegant words as if a lively child jumping in front of the eyes. Sitting down to savor the book called "Memories", unknowingly fell into meditation. Inadvertently stood in front of the mirror, looking at the old photos, and now compared to their own parents are no longer in the eyes of the lively and lovely, innocent children. This is probably the passage of time! The passage of time makes you wonder what changes have taken place. I realized that the years are passing relentlessly, and people are getting older quietly with the passage of time. This is a reality that no one can change. If the sky in the merciless day also old, people also so, not to mention people also?
Whether you have been lying on the desk exuding a rich fragrance of books, quietly listening to the melody of time; whether you have bare feet wandering on the beach, looking back behind that a line of curved, but there is a streamline beauty footprints; whether you have been sitting next to the mother, found that the mother's sideburns have silvery hair? Are you when you experience the rhythm of time every second, rhyming with the melody and movement, you will find that the second hand from this second to that second, which is the passage of time ah! Does the passage of time cause you to think? Does the passage of time stir up the waves and agitation of your mind? Sitting alone by the window with a gentle breeze, looking up at the blue sky, savoring the blossoming flowers in front of the garden and the clouds rolling in the sky, I realized that this is also a simple passage of time. I was so lucky to see this beautiful picture. Looking back, I now go back and forth, savoring this picture. At this moment, I realize that the beauty of life is precisely because of the quiet and uninterrupted passage of these colorful in the eyes of the people. The passing years, now recalled is also a kind of beauty.
I don't know when I started to love old things. I'm not sure when I started to love old things, but I've been turning over old things, looking at them, turning them over left and right. At first, I felt that I may also be because now it is too bland, remembering the former happiness? But once upon a time my feelings remained the same: bland. But then I thought that there are only two words to describe it: love of the old. What is it like to be in love with the old? I've been thinking about it myself.
Sometimes looking at what place can be dumb, sitting there here, do not know what they are thinking. Suddenly flash in the mind are the past experience, sometimes I think I really stupid, stupid to this point.
I don't like myself to love the old, the reason is very simple, although there are happy, but some really indelible scars.
Every time I think of her, ya, when, the heart is blocked, do not know what is stuffed, even the throat feels hoarse up, there is a kind of hot non-solid rolling in the eyes. But I will not let it flow down, because, because the tears are more and more flow, but more unable to control their own emotions, simply be a little bit hard on themselves, there is what is not a little bit better for themselves. Heh, to himself is contradictory.
I also remember that I know that the day that Ya went away is March 16th, who knows that she has gone as early as half a month ago? March 8th day and the class teacher also talked about her, I did not expect really. I really did not expect to leave so quietly.
Her biggest wish: to say goodbye to me.
My biggest wish: to be able to say goodbye to her, I will work hard to see you go will not be too ashamed.
When I was in a bad mood and looking for someone to talk to, someone said I simply accompanied her to go forget it, so as not to be so sad on this side. I just laughed and didn't tell this person that I have to work hard, for her or for me, working hard is the only thing I can do now.
Flipping through the pamphlet she left behind, I can't help but start thinking, where the hell is my direction? Left?
Memories Topic Essay 7The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, although I have not had the experience of leaving their loved ones away from their hometowns for a long time, the country that can not appreciate, the Mid-Autumn Festival, wandering thinkers, missing the feelings of their loved ones. But I lost the experience of their loved ones, and whenever I see the group together with the moon as a grandmother alone back, I think my grandfather loved me.
Grandfather died when I was very young, and my memories of him are blurred with the passage of time. But every traditional holiday, I can feel my grandfather's figure from my grandmother's every move. Grandma often told me: Grandpa when the whole family . Reunion will make good food, the Mid-Autumn Festival will give us a performance of the accordion ...
What I remember most clearly is the story my grandmother told me about the last time she accompanied me to the Mid-Autumn Festival: when I was only 3 years old, my grandfather and grandmother cut mooncakes at the round table. With a small fork and a fluffy, soft, sweet mooncake, my grandfather exclaimed, "Come on, let's let our little princess have one! I probably thought the mooncake was delicious, broke my grandfather's hand to climb up the chair, took a piece into his mouth, and then took a stupidly pinched piece into my grandfather's hand as he ate. My sister was also eager to take her mooncake to eat Grandpa. Grandfather Happy looked happy picked up and said: how good are you now, how can we have your childhood happiness? He gently scraped my nose, looking at the full moon, said: grandfather's childhood country is not rich, and then eat very little grandfather's father every time near the Mid-Autumn Festival, the smoke will be rescued to give us a few mooncakes, we can only be divided into small pieces of food to eat.
From the hour did not know the moon, called whiteboard give people have joy and sadness, there are clear round. Round moon ah! You have so many happy memories, so many stories of joy and sadness, so many visions of the future. I think this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Grandpa will certainly enter my dream, we have a reunion Mid-Autumn Festival.
Memories Topic Essay 8In the old days, there were two of my best and worst friends. At that time they were already in sixth grade and were leaving. And I was just a fifth grader. It was kind of 'shocking' that I met and got to know them!
Because as the math problems got more and more tiring and difficult, my mom found me a cram school. As soon as I walked into the classroom, I saw a couple of sixth-grade boys fighting and being loud. And I am a very fearful person as long as I play with me familiar, will think that I am a very cheerful person. That's why my friends say I'm "introverted on the outside, but hot on the inside". I put my head down and walked to my seat. One of the boys kept staring at me, and I felt embarrassed, so I glanced at him and did my homework.
Until one day, our teacher took in another student. And I prayed: I hope it's a girl. It turned out to be a boy in sixth grade, wearing glasses. I sat next to a boy in the same grade as me, and he told me: he knew that guy, he was his friend. I just ohmed and ahhed until double time, when the classmate next to me gave me the word: "Look! That guy has been putting Zhao Ben Xiaoyue looked at." I looked up just in time to see the scene: he was holding a book over his mouth, and both eyes kept looking at Zhao Ben Xiaoyue. And Zhao Ben Xiaoxue kept looking at him, because he was thinking about a problem, and he was so absorbed in it that he turned his head away when he saw that we were looking at him, and the classmate next to me said, "Look, that's called liking it." The guy turned his head around and said 2B, and I said, "You are indeed 2B," and we went back and forth. In the evening, I have to go first, he still has to read English, I said at the door, "You are very 2, I'd better call you 2B from now on." He didn't say anything but the student next to him said, "How do you know he's 2B?" I said, "I know it at first sight.
After that, we began to fool around and play until they all graduated and went out to study. Like I said, those were my happiest days. Our jostling, juggling, slogans, nicknames ...... were some of my happiest times. It will stay in my heart forever.
Memories Topic Essay 9Although I came and went, but I have almost graduated from elementary school, six years of elementary school memories will be placed in the depths of my mind, that quiet and beautiful place. But why are six years so big? I haven't had time to enjoy the innocence of childhood, and it's gone in a hurry.
I don't want to count the hours of elementary school because that number is small. After graduation, I always feel that I have to lose something, whether it is the innocence of childhood or many precious friends. Whatever I have lost, I feel it has drawn a perfect arc for my six years.
Time flies, the sun and moon like a shuttle. Six years slipped away from me, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, six years of elementary school melted in the laughter of childhood.
Every day when I walked into the school, I saw familiar classmates, they always greeted me. So - when I fail, they will comfort me and let me know that failure is the mother of success; when I am sad, they will pat my shoulder and let me regain confidence; when it is dark, they will call me and bring me to hope and light. I understand their good intentions. When I opened my mouth to say thank you, it was too late. Six years have passed, leaving only regrets.
What can I do in the days of flight? Only collect, only smile. Six years, like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, and like a mist, evaporated by the Chuyang. They helped me a lot, I just did a little for them. I naively came here, and in the blink of an eye, I am going to leave this place with good memories.
I can't let go of the school, can't let go of my classmates, can't let go of the innocence of childhood. If you can give me another six years, I must say thank you to them. Savor this short and wonderful time.
Memories Topic Essay 10The white lab coat doctor sent Shu Yang into the ward and closed the door. Just as he came out, he was surrounded by us. "Doctor, what's wrong with Shu Yang?" "The patient fainted due to a bit of stimulation and his brain recalled a part of the lost memory. Right now his condition is still unstable and he needs to stay in the hospital for observation. If we want the patient to remember all of his previous events, there are two ways: one is to directly remove the tumor, but there is a 30% risk to his life. The second is to let it develop freely, but the time to recover the memory is variable, it may be a few days, a few months, or a few years." My mind raced: if the tumor was removed, Shu Yang's life would be in some danger. It was a big gamble, winning was good, what if I lost? I didn't dare to think further. "I choose the second!" I vocalized. Shu Yang's family echoed me. Only Yang Xi Doubt was silent. So we took Shu Yang away. By the pool in the park. I stood by the pool and watched the water from the fountain gush upwards and then fall gracefully. "Am I actually doing the right thing? Maybe Shuyan is happy now. He is happy with Hee Doubt. If it's happiness, why would I bother to ruin them in favor of having Shu Yang come back to me? If Shuyan is not as happy with me as he used to be when he wakes up, wouldn't I be doing Shuyan a disservice ......" I thought to myself secretly. "Okay?" A hand rested on my shoulder. I looked back and it was a smiling Yang Xi Doubt. I smiled back at her. "I was actually able to heal Shuyan." She said this. I froze for a moment, not understanding what she meant. "My family has been doctors for generations. My uncle is a very famous brain doctor. I'm sure he'll be able to restore Shu Yang's memory." Words like this floated out of Yang Xi Doubt's mouth. "But ......" "Let Shu Yang make his choice when he wakes up. I already know all about what happened between you and Shu Yang before." "It's just that ......" I was still a little hesitant. "Don't say anymore!" Yang Xi Dou suddenly became loud and I was startled. "Let Shu Yang make his own choice." Her tone calmed down again.
Memory Topic Essay 11Childhood, like a string of colorful pearls, strung up the sweet and sour we left behind, recording the bits and pieces of our childhood. In the long river of memory, there is one thing that I remember vividly.
It was a cold winter, standing in the kitchen, I couldn't help but fight a cold war. After breakfast, I was ready to play, but my mom said to me, "Finish the three papers on the table before you can play." "What! You want me to do the papers on such a cold day?" I muttered disgruntledly. But there was nothing I could do about it, since the order had been given, I had to follow it.
I sat helplessly at my desk, looking through the papers my mom had prepared for me, three of them, when will I do it? Just when I sighed suddenly bright, what is this? I took it out and took a closer look, wow! It turned out to be the answer! I was ecstatic. Immediately a thought arose - copy the answers. Wouldn't I be able to finish writing soon? But just as I was about to copy them, I felt something was wrong: why did my mom leave the answers at home, did she forget them? Who cares, let's finish it first. No way! What if mom finds out? ...... I kept doing the thought struggle, and finally decided to finish the paper with my real skills. So, I picked up the answers and did the questions seriously ......
Mom came back and asked me as soon as I entered the door, "Is the paper finished?" "Just finished." I replied, rubbing my hands together. "Let me see!" Mom took the paper and looked at it carefully. "I didn't copy the answers!" I said impatiently, afraid that my mom had wronged me. "I knew you didn't copy the questions as soon as I saw what you did." Mom took both of my hands in her palms and I felt incredibly warm. "Well, you're an honest child, you can go play now."
"Oh" it turned out that the answer is mom in order to test me and deliberately put, fortunately I did not copy, or ......
Through this incident, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, you have to rely on your own true ability, so that the The harvest is the sweetest.
Memories Topic Essay 12In my memory, there is a good memory. It was given to me by a cat.
It was last spring, I brought back a cat from my grandma, named Mimi. Mimi was a young lady, black and white down coat neatly draped on the body, wearing a bell on the collar, when bored, it played two tunes. So it became my favorite.
Mimi was only three months old when she arrived. She ate nothing but good canned cat food and plain fish soup every day. This makes Dad unusually angry he hated Mimi's pettiness, said Mimi will only eat, eat and sleep, sleep and eat again, eat better than us, sleep more comfortable than us, and more will not do a penny worth of things. Because of these reasons, Mimi is often dropped by dad, when I am in, it is better, but once I am not at home, it is unfortunate.
Gradually, Mimi grew up and became almost a year old. By this time he had developed a habit of sitting at the door during the day and sleeping on my bed at night.
In this way, Dad became better and did not beat Mimi.
One morning I went out to buy canned cat food. When I came home, I was busy with other things and looked at the box of canned cat food, but I found a hole in the box and one bottle was missing, which made me puzzled. Seeing Mimi's whiskers, I realized that Mimi had been following me on the road. When I came back, I couldn't help but steal a can. Seeing me come to my senses, Mimi gave me a bad smile, as if to say, "Hmph, master, I'm sorry! I also returned it a smile, thinking: you a greedy cat!
Happy times never last forever. One day, it left me.
Once, I went out to my grandmother's house, and when I came back, I saw no Mimi at the door. At that time, I was unusually anxious, put down the clothes and looked around wildly, a whole hour has passed, still do not see the shadow of Mimi, my ears anxious fever, anxious me wow cry. Mom saw this scene, busy to stop, lied to me that Mimi just go out to play to go, back.
If what mom said is true, it would be so nice. Unfortunately it never came back ......
Now it's all just memories, permanent memories.
Memories topic essay 13Night, quiet, all quiet, a burst of cool wind through the window, brushing my face, my heart seems to sprout a few chills, lying in bed how can not sleep, perhaps because of longing for it, far away from him do not know how good it is now. If not that letter, if not the heart of the guilt, I will not be a long time to go away in the heart of the people?
Open the dusty memory, that day he left the scene is still vivid in my mind. That day, knowing that he was going to go, we did not say a word, only the face of the will smile, at this time the heart of the difficult to express in words. I really wanted to cry, but did not dare, because I remember he once said to me happily: "You smile beautifully, I love to see you smile, your smile has my most needed trust and care." Six years, we grew up together, and in the same class, this feeling is really hard to part ...... He waved his hand to me, and just walked away from me, walked in such a hurry ......
With a bit of sadness, I went back home, only to learn that he I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get it. The letter is written as follows: I'm leaving, to go to a very far away place, do not miss me too much, do not cry, to remember that you smile when the most beautiful, remember our agreement? We'll meet under the small tree in three years, and you'll love that gift, right? That is my most precious diary, which remembered the good times we had ......
I can no longer hold back, tears naturally fall, but the heart has long been y moved by this innocent friendship. I hate myself so much, the thing is like this: the day before he left, he talked to a girl in the class, so he left me out, I was so angry. If I did not misunderstand him, not so capricious, I would not even separate is not a word, thanks to him still think of me in every way, the only thing I can do is to pray for a quick meeting with him.
Night, so deep. So quiet. Once again picked up the yellowed letterhead, the heart has countless touched, my dear friend ah, do you know far away there is a person has been waiting for you, looking forward to the day of meeting with you. Looking at the stars, I hope to send him happiness ......
Memories Topic Essay 14In the evening, I lay in bed, my mind came up with a thing I can not forget permanently, and that thing will be engraved in my heart forever. Do you want to know what it is? Then please listen to me to tell you all about it.
I came home from school in the afternoon, I can not wait to put down my bag, open the computer, ready to play the game, just at this time, "knock knock" knocking sound came, "who ah? Who is so annoying?" I opened the door, it turned out to be a water meter check. Alas, I thought it was back. Check the water meter uncle left, I closed the door, sat down, played the computer. Just when I was playing, the doorbell rang again, I hurriedly shut down the computer, thought it was back, opened the door, it turned out to be Xiaohua came to play with me, I said no, don't come to me, I'm busy. After Xiaohua left, I said, "I hate it", I then unlocked the door, see how you come to bother me, I went back to the computer, open the computer, excited to play, the doorbell rang again, it must not be my mom, I screamed, "I hate it, who is it? I'm playing on the computer!" Ring again, I opened the door angrily, it was my mom, how to do how to do, I hurriedly turned off the computer, my mom angrily walked into the house, with her pair of stern eyes looked at me and said: "Why are you playing with the computer again? Didn't you say you won't play anymore? How can you be like this?" Mom cried, I hurriedly said to my mom, "I'm sorry, mom, I'm wrong, I'll never do it again", my mom hugged me, and said, "Isn't this all for your own good? Do you understand? Now is the time for you to study, I hope you won't be like this next time, okay?" I nodded and hugged my mom tightly.
That was when I saw my mom cry. From then on, I would not play with the computer without my mom's consent, and the first thing I did when I got home was to do my homework. Now every time I think of this incident, it is really fresh in my mind.
Everyone, may develop have their own good memories! Of course, I am no exception! It was an early summer evening, I worked alone walking in such a quiet environment of the path, walking without a target purpose! Suddenly, a little boy caught my attention! He was very dark, like a piece of charcoal! Looking at him looking around, curiosity thus drove me to take a look!
"What are you looking for, brother? Brother help you! "My keys are gone in a flash, my parents are getting off work, I have to get back to cooking!" Said the man, two bean-sized tears fell! Suddenly, something popped into my head and I rushed back! It was it! I panted and came to his side! "Yes, thank you big brother, my name is Tiger, come sit at my house!" He dragged me to his house before I could recover! "Aren't you afraid I'll be bad?" I asked jokingly!" "No, big brother, you're so nice. How can you be a bad person? "I was ashamed to see his positive expression." I kicked your keys to the river!" I stammered!
"My dad says you can only be wrong about change and babies are a good thing!" ...... And just like that, we knew!
And that's how we became friends! Later, we can often contact to play together! However, I Jing is not long, after getting along with their own one of the month, he said he had to move will be the old home again! In this way, we China is no longer no see each other!
I remember when we parted, he said, "Brother, we'll meet again, right?" "Of course! Even though we never saw each other again, our friendship was not over, and I learned a lot during the month I spent with him! It was one of the best memories of my life! So far, I still remember it!