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,
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A challenge to write on childhood experiences