Although I  (grow) up not in the South, but in northern Wisconsin, there are memories that are same. We can all think about the past if those memories give  (we) the strength to live today. Though today is a present and a gift, the  (memory) of our families give us the strength to appreciate this "present". Those memories of my childhood home, across the street from Grandpa and Grandma's home, bring memories of (eat) ice cream cones and swinging on the front porch swing and singing country songs   (happy). There are memories of my dad reading the newspaper and mom, wearing her apron and making doughnuts in the kitchen. Pictures of the family all around are just like I have today in my home. My dad was a quiet man, never bought or borrowed anything unless he could afford it. My aunt lived in the bedroom upstairs and sang Polish and country songs with me. My brother is remembered  my childhood friend when we played in the backyard. These memories are (root) in my heart and run deep. These memories give me  (strong) to carry on the family values. These memories give me a "common" and "solid" ground in my life.