MES: A Memoir (Sample)
The Birth of a Big Ball of Goo
My nana always told me I was bound for great things. Ever since she found out I was going to be a girl, she knew I would be blessed. Both of those, I’m not so sure about. Let’s be honest: my conception was not planned. My father was a high school drop out (he failed ninth grade three times, then met my mother when she was a junior). My mother had been a former honor roll student, that is, until she met Brad. Brad. That bad-boy with a motorbike that every girl wanted. I think that was the start of her downfall.
I should probably name my parents. My dad was called Bryan, and my mom is named Elizabeth. There’s a reason for the past tense of what Bryan was called. Anyway, Brad and my mom didn’t work out. That was too bad, for two reasons. One, he probably could’ve kept her out of …show more content…
By this point, I was almost two and my biological parents had decided to get back together. They took me to the Riverbanks zoo in Columbia and all I can remember is them arguing in front of the polar bears. That’s one heck of a first memory, no? How about my second one? Those two let me fall down an entire flight of stairs. I just remember tumbling down, watching the ceiling and the railing go by and trying to reach something to stop falling. It didn’t happen. What did happen, though, was my parents arguing over who let me fall instead of helping me up. Typical.
I laugh about it now, how terrible my parents were. I know, it could have been so much worse, but believe me, it was. It was so much worse than my little two-year-old mind could have ever dreamed of. Like I said, I spent most of my time with my grandparents. Those times were so happy and joyful; I had all the toys I wanted, my Nana read to me constantly, and I was loved more than the entire world (plus I never fell down the stairs). My dad taught me putt-putt at three, and watched Animaniacs until I fell asleep every
The Birth of a Big Ball of Goo
My nana always told me I was bound for great things. Ever since she found out I was going to be a girl, she knew I would be blessed. Both of those, I’m not so sure about. Let’s be honest: my conception was not planned. My father was a high school drop out (he failed ninth grade three times, then met my mother when she was a junior). My mother had been a former honor roll student, that is, until she met Brad. Brad. That bad-boy with a motorbike that every girl wanted. I think that was the start of her downfall.
I should probably name my parents. My dad was called Bryan, and my mom is named Elizabeth. There’s a reason for the past tense of what Bryan was called. Anyway, Brad and my mom didn’t work out. That was too bad, for two reasons. One, he probably could’ve kept her out of …show more content…
By this point, I was almost two and my biological parents had decided to get back together. They took me to the Riverbanks zoo in Columbia and all I can remember is them arguing in front of the polar bears. That’s one heck of a first memory, no? How about my second one? Those two let me fall down an entire flight of stairs. I just remember tumbling down, watching the ceiling and the railing go by and trying to reach something to stop falling. It didn’t happen. What did happen, though, was my parents arguing over who let me fall instead of helping me up. Typical.
I laugh about it now, how terrible my parents were. I know, it could have been so much worse, but believe me, it was. It was so much worse than my little two-year-old mind could have ever dreamed of. Like I said, I spent most of my time with my grandparents. Those times were so happy and joyful; I had all the toys I wanted, my Nana read to me constantly, and I was loved more than the entire world (plus I never fell down the stairs). My dad taught me putt-putt at three, and watched Animaniacs until I fell asleep every