In my class we were instructed to write a draft for 30 minutes for for the memoirs we are working on. Here is what I got down but I will be changing the topic for my real memoir. Here I am in this huge house in the beautiful kitchen that I never expected to be living in. 12 years old on the phone about to make a decision that will determine the rest of my life. Who would ever turn down living in such a nice place and house? Apparently, me. I originally lived with my grandma which I called Memom and her mother, my great grandma that I called momom. I was happy living there. I had my own room, got anything I wanted, went to a school that I liked, and the food was to die for. My memom made the best fried chicken I ever had in my life to this day and my mommom would make me pancakes anytime of the day no matter if it was six in the afternoon or three in the morning. My parents I rarely seen as my mother lived in south philly and my Father did live around the corner with his parents. Then suddenly, they both started to come around and wanted to see me on the weekends and I felt like they had me picking and choosing even though I just wanted to stay where I was, with my Memom and momom.
One day my Mother came over and told me how she would pick me up from school the next day and take me somewhere. I didn’t know where somewhere I was just thought it would be to the movies or something fun. So, the next day comes and I go through a normal day at school laughing and learning with friend that I knew for years. Finally, recess is about to come my favorite part of the day and I get pulled out of class because my Mother is here to get me.
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Javon Lindsey-TerrellHello, I am a student at Delaware County Community College in English 100 learning how to correctly write and analyze my own work to make sure it reaches certain criteria. Archives
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