Childhood experiences are not my particularly favorite thing to write about.
I can’t remember most,
And those I can make me remember things
That can take the life I’ve gained and come to love
After all I’ve seen and been through.
I would rather be happy and write encouraging things.
It is a whole new experience for me and I’m doing OK in getting started.
But I do want to remember who I am, where I came from,
What I’ve come through and what I’m all about.
If you must see those other writings I’ve written for years,
I have hundreds at home that I have shared with others for years, including me.

The two most memorable memories right now are:

When my granddad saved me when I fell out of a moving car.
I was mad because my brother wouldn’t tie my pretty new shoes, and I didn’t know how..
So I thought I would be smart by opening the door and ended up falling out.
Naturally, I claimed the door was locked.

The other is when my grandfather rewarded me
For doing well in a spelling bee and for being strong.
In the 2nd grade city/county finals,
I came in sixth place, and a girl from my school came in second.
She cried and I didn’t
(even though she got a medal necklace and her name in paper),
So my granddad still gave me $5.00,
With which my mom bought me a huge burger with purple onions.
This was really cool because purple was my favorite color,
And the burger was so big,
It was hard to fit in my mouth,

3-17-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A challenge to write on childhood experiences