Some time around the end of the second year in Literacy class, we were required to write a memoir which is basically a piece of writing that describes a memory of something, typically an event, that took place in the writer’s life. We went over lessons about writing a memoir then we got started. The prompt was write about an event that is really important to you and/or that changed your life. When the teacher said that, the first event that came to my mind was that time when I was at cousins’ house and terrible things happened. I don’t want to spoil the whole story for you here, so you can enjoy reading it on your own. The next paragraph will be an EXCERPT from the memoir, but if you want to read the whole thing, you can click on the link at the end of this post. Our facilitator said that each year, there will be some sort of student product which is usually a piece of writing and the memoir was one. I had a lot of fun looking back at an event that changed my life and writing it out with a few extra elements. Here is the excerpt and I hope you’ll enjoy it.
When I woke up that morning, I felt weird for some reason. My eyes were wrinkly because of the little amount of sleep I got last night; I could barely open my eyes. Normally, I wouldn’t be staying over at my cousins’ house on a weekday because I had school, but since there was no school for a reason I don’t remember, I was. I lied on the bed staring at the dark ceiling for about ten minutes and then rolled over to the right side to find nothing; my cousins weren’t there. I thought that my cousins were in the bathroom, but when I looked, the lights weren’t turned on. I got off the bed with both of my eyes half closed and opened the curtains. Sunlight shone into the room and I forced myself to shut my eyes tight; it was too bright. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, but I was still sleepy. Through the big window that was behind the bed, I looked downstairs and saw my cousins at the front door, dressed in their school uniform. I then realized that it was a school day for them. They opened the doors and put their shoes on. Before they could walk out, I left the room and ran downstairs shouting goodbye with energy that came from nowhere. My oldest cousin was already in the car when I got to the front door, but my younger cousin was still there, standing and looking at me. “Have a fun day at school and I’ll see you tonight!” I told him. “You think school is gonna be fun? I didn’t even have time this weekend to do what I enjoy this weekend,” he said and then laughed. “Hurry up, you’re gonna be late,” his dad shouted from the car. He waved me goodbye and then left. I tried my best to keep my eyes open so that I could watch them leave and when they did, the energy that came from nowhere, disappeared.
Read the full memoir here: http://bit.ly/2SzU3tV